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milliways_bar2012-11-30 07:36 pm
thekidfrombrooklyn) wrote in milliways_bar2012-11-30 07:36 pm
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Steve comes through the door in his dress uniform, looking hollow-eyed and grim. He goes to the Bar and drops a pile of Army scrip on the top.
"A bottle of Atlantean, please," and then adds, "And some paper and a pen, and a poppy from Remembrance Day, if you have one."
The Bar delivers. Perhaps with an air of concern.
"Thank you, ma'am," Steve says and, in big dark letters that are nothing like his usual cheerful hand, writes:
IN MEMORIAM
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944
and pins it to the bulletin board, along with the poppy.
He then takes the bottle and goes to the darkest, least visible booth he can find.
[ooc: Feel free to have your pup react to Steve's announcement, but please PM or email me before tagging Steve as he is in a Very, Very Bad Place. Thanks.
All threads millitimed to before the thread with Orpheus, please.]
"A bottle of Atlantean, please," and then adds, "And some paper and a pen, and a poppy from Remembrance Day, if you have one."
The Bar delivers. Perhaps with an air of concern.
"Thank you, ma'am," Steve says and, in big dark letters that are nothing like his usual cheerful hand, writes:
SGT. JAMES BUCHANAN BARNES
1918-1944
and pins it to the bulletin board, along with the poppy.
He then takes the bottle and goes to the darkest, least visible booth he can find.
[ooc: Feel free to have your pup react to Steve's announcement, but please PM or email me before tagging Steve as he is in a Very, Very Bad Place. Thanks.
All threads millitimed to before the thread with Orpheus, please.]
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Shit.
Voodoo looks at the notice, reading it over and over again, his hands going from at his sides to in his pockets to crossed over his chest.
Eventually, he heads over to the Bar.
A few minutes later, he comes back with a poppy of own, which he pins to the notice, along with a piece of paper which reads:
Rest easy, brother.
"Far better it is to dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs even though checkered by failure, than to rank with those poor spirits who neither enjoy nor suffer much because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory nor defeat."
- Theodore Roosevelt