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[v_knidh8er]

Through the din, smoke and wreckage of the most recent battle to baptize Milliways in flame, the small tinny sound of a classical piece can be heard. The tell-tale door of the Loompas opens in the front of the bar, and from which a cleaning crew of 9 in HazMat suits emerge.


Oompa loompa doom pa de do
We've got some hard core mopping to do
Oompa loompa doom pa de dee
Please move along there's nothing to see.

Monsters can come in any shape or size
The threat may be closer than most realize
But when you have friends it's not all that bad
Especially when you've Roland as your dad.

Make our day netherworld freaks.

It's at this point that all the Loompas stop their cleaning, and as one make obscene hand gestures towards the front door.

Oompa loompa doom pa de da
We'll clean the mess so say thank ya
You'll be et by DT plot too
Like the Oompa Loompa doom pa dee do.

They leave as swiftly as they had arrived. Each bowing low to those who fought, before shutting their door behind them.

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[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe wobbles over to Moiraine, cradling his arm. "Evenin'."

[blue_ajah]

Good evening, Joe. *Her tone is calm enough, but dark eyes are sharp as she looks at him assessingly.*

It appears that you took injury during the battle. May I offer you Healing?

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

"I'd appreciate it." Joe smiles tightly.

[blue_ajah]

*She nods, and once more a golden light surrounds her.*

Remain still, then, Joe. *It is a formality; he knows, having seen her work before and having experienced Healing himself in the past. Moiraine reaches out and lays a hand on his shoulder.*

*Bright white light streaks from her hand down his right arm and enshrouds it in a mist, shot through with blue and a band of golden-red firelight as well. It sinks into the broken arm, and the bone is mended, bruised flesh soothed and Healed. Silver threads appear out of nothingness, racing over him, searching; they coalesce in a band around his ribcage, as green and more red-gold light swirl together in a blend that sinks through as well, reinforcing and drawing the cracked ribs back into position, then melding them properly together once more.

Small contusions and bruises fall prey to flashes of silver-blue, and then the light around Moiraine fades. The Aes Sedai releases Joe and smiles serenely at him.*

There.

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

There's an Ace. In the bar. Possibly for the last time in a while, but she doesn't know that yet. Due to the wonder that is millitime, that's at least a few hours into her future, down a different trousers leg of time.
Right now? She's trying to get up. One can no properly do a victory dance while sitting flat on one's rump.

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava's grinning slightly, and offers Ace a hand up.

"That? Was wonderful. Most effective. Simply.... Wow." She laughs quietly.

"Are you alright, then? In one piece, but anything broken?"

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace staggers a bit when she gets her feet under her, but manages not to fall. She looks decidedly dazed, though whether it's from the force of the blast, or just her pyro reaction to such a splendid explosion, not even she could tell you. She focuses on Svava.
"Didja see that? Didja see that?" She stares at the door for a moment, then looks at Svava again. The grin on her face could light up Milliways all on it's own. "It was BRILLIANT!"

[balletrat]

*Meg doesn't get a good look at the Loompas from the lake door, where she is slowly and painfully getting to her feet.

But she cheers them on anyways.*

[lastgunslinger]

And there's a gunslinger by the front door -- wild-haired and -eyed. He runs a hand through his hair, and looks around, blinking.

He can't quite believe it.

[balletrat]

*Meg sees Roland, this time, instead of hearing him, and an enormous smile breaks out on her face.

And quite possibly appreciates her eyes more than she ever has before.*

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Joe finds Roland, once his arm is healed, and buys some whiskey. His tab is now plus a wide variety of chairs and cleaning and two bottles of tequila. He can't possibly make it any worse.

"So."

[lastgunslinger]

Roland rubs at his face. It's almost numb. Cold as fuck, out there. He hasn't tried to stand up yet.

"So."

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Apparently Joe needed to buy whiskey so he could say so. He sits there and smokes.

[blue_ajah]

*She looks around to check on the others after she finishes Healing Joe, in the process taking in the destruction and the actions of the busy Oompa Loompas cleaning up the mess.*

[balletrat]

*Meg grins at Moiraine, weary but proud.*

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine looks back at Meg with a serene gaze, dark eyes warm with understanding and approval, both.*

Are you well, Meg? *She looks carefully at her.* Were you hurt?

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Svava gives Moiraine a nod and smiles from across the way.

[blue_ajah]

*Moiraine nods, and smiles serenely back at her.*

It is good that you were here, I think.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

Which is about when a rather rumpled Murphy shows up, gun in hand.

He takes a moment to assess the scene, and slowly lowers his weapon.

"Don't suppose I can get someone to tell me what th' fuck just happened."

[blue_ajah]

*She hears the unfamiliar voice and turns to face him, calmly authoritative.*

There was a battle, as it happens. A number of creatures attempted to enter the bar in pursuit of a friend, and they were very unwelcome.

[saint-aequitas.livejournal.com]

And I slept through it. Connor'd kill me if that happened back home - provided we both survived in the first place.

He shakes his head. "Remind me never to piss off you and yer friends, then. I'd hate to end up like that." Waving his hand in the direction of a rather large and multicolored stain near the door.

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain stares. A lot.

Then he pulls his attention away

(nod and smile, in this place, and oh his head aches)

back to Roland and Cuthbert, firmly relegating the creepy singing orange slow mutants to low priority. Right now, they are.

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Cuthbert glances almost idly at the Loompas, and then at Alain. And he shakes his head--which is a bad, bad idea at the moment, because ow--says the only thing you really can say to a friend who's just seen something like that for the first time.

"Welcome to Milliways."

[honest-johns.livejournal.com]

Alain snorts.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard watches the gunslingers reunite, suddenly exhausted and worried. The Oompa Loompas arrive on the scene, and he watches them start to put things to rights.

Explanations can come tomorrow. He's got to get back upstairs to Nymphadora and Sunny. Chances are they'll just have woken up; the silencing charms on their temporary room are powerful, but that blast would wake the dead. Other than the ones living here, of course.

He gets up shakily and stares at the dynamite in his hands. He looks over at the Bar and she reabsorbs what was left of it.

Too little. He'd used a lot.

He smelled of sulfur.

His fingers tighten on the last stick until his knuckles are white, and without a word he slips away to rejoin his wife and daughter family.*