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[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

[OOM: Assessing the Island.]

The door opens and Ellen clanks through in her power armor, Dogmeat at her heels. "Bar?" she says. "Do you have any information on a place in Boston called Fort Independence?"

A number of extremely tacky pamphlets bearing the logo of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts Department of Recreation appear.

"... thank you, I guess," Ellen says after a moment. "Um. Can I have a Nuka-Cola while you're at it? Just the plain kind?"

Also a bottle of soda appears. And a bowl for Dogmeat.

"Thank you," says Ellen, and sets the bowl on the floor before clattering her way to a reinforced seat.

Happy Hour

[strongest_faith]

When he enters Milliways, Alec Lightwood's face undergoes a transformation from furrowed concentration to pleased surprise.

No gear today, he's dressed in a sweater that probably used to be black and dark jeans, and he's carrying a dusty, leatherbound book. When he reaches the bar, he's greeted with a napkin, which he reads and frowns slightly.

"You know I'm not twenty-one, right?"

He gets another napkin and nods. "I mean, sure. How bad can it be?"

He vaults the bar because...Shadowhunter, and before long he's scribbled out a specials board:

Specials

Coffee
Coke
Canada Dry

After a moment's thought, he picks up the board again and scrawls across the bottom:

...or any kind of ginger ale, really

While he waits for customers, he opens his book and starts flipping through it idly.