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[stuck_mynock]

It took an entirely unreasonable amount of showers for Atton to wash the blood and ichor off himself, and especially out of his hair. It stuck in the coarse, shaggy tufts to a point where Atton was half tempted to just shave his head and start anew.

But he's in the bar now, and his arm is out of a sling, with a table full of various items - weapons, mostly, that he's modifying.

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[guppy_sandhu]

"Have you been sponsored by Shockwaves?" Guppy asks, flicking up a sticky up patch of Atton's hair. "Hey bro."

[stuck_mynock]

A little grumpily: "Shockwaves?"

His eyes are still amber, and eerily luminescent. It'll be a while, Atton reckons, before they shift back to their regular silvery grey.

"Hey, bro."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Hair gel." Guppy sits next to him, eying the eye change. "Why are you eyes glowing?"

[stuck_mynock]

"Power overuse changes them," Atton says, "I used a lot of power during the apocalypse."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Are you hurt?" Guppy asks.

"Sorry for not being there to help. I got rescued."

[stuck_mynock]

"My arm's jacked up, but it's healing," Atton says.

[guppy_sandhu]

"Need any help with that?" Guppy asks.

[stuck_mynock]

"No, I've got it covered, I just need to avoid using it while sparring."

[guppy_sandhu]

"Yeah, go easy on it for a bit." Guppy says. "You probably need to recharge anyway from the fighting."

He gets a thermos flask out of his bag. "Tea?"

[stuck_mynock]

Atton wrinkles his nose. "Recharging is boring."

[guppy_sandhu]

"You're really not tired? I missed the worst of it and I'm still catching up." Guppy admits.

Admittedly he hasn't slept properly for about two weeks, the time back home between being rescued and finding out everyone here was okay.

[stuck_mynock]

"I slept earlier," Atton shrugs, "and I don't tire out easy. Hey, I was even gonna ask if you want to spar."

[guppy_sandhu]

"It's tempting, though I'm not sure it'll be my best performance." Guppy says.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings, Atton Rand," Teja says, approaching.

Since they last saw each other, both the Goth and his cat seem to have been washed as well. Involuntarily, in case of the cat.

"I might have some that are yours, also. I collected the weapons that were left strewn about, to remake them and return them to their owners, unless they were mine anyway."

[stuck_mynock]

"I know I left my blaster pistol, somewhere," Atton remarks, looking up from his work.

[ostro_goth]

"If you tell me what it looks like," Teja says, "then I may tell you whether I found it."

Blaster. Pistol. Both words make vague sense to Teja, but not together.

[stuck_mynock]

"Black metal gun. Round muzzle. Pronounced barrel."

[ostro_goth]

"I think I have several that are somewhat of that kind," Teja says. "You would have to look at them."

[stuck_mynock]

"I'll pass. I have loads anyway, you may as well keep it."

[ostro_goth]

"It is useless to me, without anything to load it with," Teja says.

[stuck_mynock]

"Bar can give you energy cells."

[ostro_goth]

"Bar can give me exactly nothing," Teja says.

[stuck_mynock]

"Right. She's not working at the moment," Atton grumbles. "Well, when she's back online she can. An' I'm sure she will be soon enough."

[ostro_goth]

"Would you wish for a drink?" Teja says. "I can simply pillage one from the bottles."

[stuck_mynock]

"A pillaged drink is the best kind," Atton says.

Which would be a yes.