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[daringyoungman]

 Dick shuffles into the bar wearing super comfy sweat pants an oversized hoodie, and fluffy bunny slippers (it's January in Gotham). He is also carrying a stack of cake boxes.

He's just spent a long morning in the kitchen with Alfred, who when asked for his help decided not to look the gift horse of a morning with Master Dick in the proverbial mouth and hasn't asked for a hint of where the cakes might be going.


The boxes he dumps at the bar, each with a note that says nothing except from Dick xx, include:

- Carrot cake, with a rich cream cheese frosting and pecans, for Kanan and Hera
- An arctic roll for Klaus
- A dozen butterfly-cut fairy cakes for Ben 
- a rich fruit cake for Tess
- a dozen coffee walnut cupcakes for Cassian.


He then perches on a barstool next to a pile of gingerbread cookies that he's also just made, and proceeds to wash them down with an Oreo milkshake.


He's back at Wayne Manor and life is good. 

Two Men and a Forge

[princeinexile]

Two men are out at the forge today -- one a little younger than then other -- and so the smoke is billowing. That means a few things:

The forge cats are everywhere. The forge is warm, the extra warm boy is there, and Teja is always carrying treats. This means it's an excellent time to be a forgecat. However that also means you need to be okay with managing the sea of cats to get close to the forge. Hope nobody's allergic.

Zuko brought out food to spread among them, a prince in red and gold and black, out a proper meal instead of scraps. Not that there won't be scraps as treats, but still. They need food, not just little niblets. (The niblets are for later, obviously, with lots of pspspspsps and smiles later.)

Zuko doesn't start with deep diving into the forge, though -- he spends his morning exercising through fire-forms, blazing kicks and fiery punches cutting the air, as a sort of warm up -- after all, he uses his firebending in his smithing, and this means he's got to get his qi flowing and blood pumping.

Teja? He's working, but he's hardly unseen. It's not like he won't come out either - share a lunch, pet the cats, take a break, converse with those who wish to. Sometimes they're together, other times they're not. Just another regular day at the forge, after all.





[ Specify if you want one or the other, or both, in your tag! Mingling might happen if you want it to!]

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[makes_the_toys]

[oom: tourists in the city]

Today might be the single greatest day of Cisco's life.

At a table in the bar, Cisco sits working on his datapad while on the table there are a few different arrows and arrowheads carefully laid out on a cloth.

On his screen is a 3D image of a hooded costume. It looks pretty cool.

Cisco's job right now is to make it even cooler.

Drinking a giant coffee and making notes on his tablet and a pad of paper, Cisco gleefully tweaks the costume on the screen. Every now and again he utters a laugh of delight or a mad cackle.

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[lonesome_moonflower]

[ OOM: Day 3, Temperate Season. ]

Wormwood stumbles into the bar with scorchmarks in the shape of Lichtenberg figures webbing their shoulders and radiating from a spot high on one leg, to say nothing of the series of big, splintery dents all over their bark that look an awful lot like they came from being repeatedly hit with something rounded and heavy.

This is not the Curly Tails Mud Spa, but they can work with this. Milliways' medical stock for the day is also less likely to consist entirely of mushrooms, antivenom, and coffee beans, for that matter. Wormwood shuffles over to the counter and requests honey poultices; they mash a ten-oinc piece on the counter trying to pay for the pair of honey-slathered bandages that appear, and only stop when a note appears saying 'Stop that. I won't take your money for first aid supplies, and you're scratching the finish.'

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[raptorcanaria]

The woman who enters the bar is older than she used to be. (Heck, who isn't? Diana, probably.)

She's blonde, without a wig, and sports a few more scars than she used to. This doesn't stop her from exposing her midriff between her shortened shirt and her jeans, though.

Dinah pauses at fhe door, looks around, and rolls her eyes.

Where has this place been for the last few years?

Well, time to see if Bar's dim sum is as good as she remembers it.

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[childofrebellion]

Cassian has a dozen coffee walnut cupcakes in front of him and a large mug of caf. His bag is hanging on his chair with a weight in it and he's taking apart a cupcake as he looks over a datapad.

This mission is going to be a long one and lonely, there's no way he can finish all these cupcakes but maybe he can share them with friends here as he works.