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[makes_the_toys]

Cisco is occupying a table in the corner of the bar, tinkering. To his left is an orange slushie and a mostly eaten basket of Animal Fries, in front of him the top of the table is scattered with bits of metal and tech.

Some of the pieces look distinctly like the handles to something, perhaps some sort of laser sword... or a flashlight, he could totally be working on a flashlight.

'Psheeww--zzttt--AAAP!'

"WHOA! OH! That's on me, that's my bad!"

After one brilliant moment where a contained blue-green shaft of light projects from the handle in his hand, Cisco's 'flashlight' shoots out an energy bolt that strikes a nearby table and blows a hole into the top of it, then promptly goes dead.

"I'm totally gonna pay for that," he pledges, casting a guilty look around.

Obviously he needs to make more adjustments.

[tiny tag: Cisco Ramon]

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[iprotectyou]

(OOM: After Baze retrieved his stash of sapir from the temple, he and Chirrut share a cup during an emotional birthday. Later, Chirrut is made of magic.)

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim's doing his three-day thing again. And he's in a great mood, and full of energy, so decides to go for a bit of a walk. And oh look! Cherry blossom trees!

...okay, they're pretty. But after wandering around under them for five minutes he's over it, and heads towards the beach instead. But he's seen nothing but Caribbean sea and sand for three months now, so he's over that too. Forest? Nah. Gardens? Nah.

Inside it is, then. But he's got too much energy to sit still, so he starts setting up a trick shot on the pool table...and then gets bored halfway through, and grabs the remote to start channel-hopping on the bar's TV instead.

Guess how long it's going to take for this to get boring.


[OOC: Catch him anywhere. Distractions more than welcome.

Content warning: things get Adult in Sherlock's thread.]

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[brooke_sandhu]

The door opens, and a small person wrapped entirely in ice hockey goalie kit dashes in and slides across the smooth floor on her pads.

"NAILED IT!" Brooke declares loudly, to anyone listening. She gets up, takes off her helmet, and goes to the bar for a well-deserved drink of orange squash.