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milliways_bar2014-04-03 11:23 am
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After a hearty breakfast, Amascut Sarah begins the day's work by making several trips through the front door and to her own world and returning with wooden crates full of clay pots and jugs, and a few crates of glass vials. Her destination isn't the bar itself but the archery practice range behind the bar.
The reason for this becomes apperant after she stops bringing crates to the range. She picks out a nice, solid target from the range and a clay pot out of a crate, takes aim, and tosses the pot at the target. Satisfyingly, the pot shatters against it. She picks out a jug next, and it also has a violent encounter with the target.
What? It is good to stay in practice.
Later, because it is still chilly out in the faux-Scottish environ, one of the crates gets turned into a cheery little campfire.
Feel free to join in, there are plenty of breakable things to hurl.
[Also, feel free to catch and stop her at any point during this narrative, if that is your wish. :) Just say when]
The reason for this becomes apperant after she stops bringing crates to the range. She picks out a nice, solid target from the range and a clay pot out of a crate, takes aim, and tosses the pot at the target. Satisfyingly, the pot shatters against it. She picks out a jug next, and it also has a violent encounter with the target.
What? It is good to stay in practice.
Later, because it is still chilly out in the faux-Scottish environ, one of the crates gets turned into a cheery little campfire.
Feel free to join in, there are plenty of breakable things to hurl.
[Also, feel free to catch and stop her at any point during this narrative, if that is your wish. :) Just say when]
