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[golden_lyre]

It's the solstice, so Orpheus is outside soaking in every last ray of sunlight he can today.

His hair is tied back messily, and he's wearing a pair of frayed, cut off cargo shorts and a ring on a chain around his neck. He's laying on his back in a patch of green grass, playing a warm, comfortable tune on his harmonica. It's a slow song, and it feels like sipping a cup of tea (or a beer or a glass of wine, or smoking a joint) to relax after a long, stressful day. It's a break in the storm of life.

It's taking solace in a simple, beautiful day.

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[wheatencrown]

Demeter's been enjoying a beautiful party on the longest night of the year and enters in a green silk dress and muddy feet with a bottle of rose and a glass in hand. When she finds Milliways, she smiles and walks through the main Bar and out onto the patio to watch the fading sky.

Once darkness truly falls, she comes inside and sits at a table with a bread, olive oil and various dips to watch Milliways pass by.

(OOC: Find her inside or outside. Apologies for slows, family visit and getting over being sick but still around.)

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[run_barry]

[In Milliways: no boom]

Out by the lake there is a blur speeding round and around the lake shore. Bright, golden yellow lightning flickers and sparks in the wake of the red streak, barely recognizable as a man, racing in a circuit around the water.

Barry is that blur, and he's digging deeper and pushing harder than he has since that night he went up against a tornado. He pours out speed on the shoreline path, straining for more. The air in front of and around him begins to ripple, pressure builds as the air fights back against him, verging on an invisible barrier, and just before it all splits apart--

Momentum breaks. Barry's internal engine sputters and clunks out and he comes to a clumsy, skidding stop.

Doubling over, hands planted on his knees while his chest heaves and his heart races, he gasps for breath. Looking at the trail he's just run several times over, Barry's expression breaks into disappointment knowing he's fallen short of his target.

Adding insult to injury he's still on the far side of the lake.

Straightening up shakily, a dejected Barry starts the long, and slow, walk back to the bar; hands on his hips and beyond winded.

When he gets there he's going to grab a seat in a corner booth and start back with the calculations on a pad of paper; trying to figure out if he went wrong, or if he just can't do it.


[ooc: despite the icon Barry is not in the suit, just a t-shirt and shorts. Feel free to catch him outside or in the bar. Open through the weekend, though slows will happen]