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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard's in the bar, at Bar but not behind her, so don't ask him for a drink.

Coffee.

Washington Post.

Not a bad mood.

[ooc: Closed to new threads. Back late tonight. @_@]

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[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bar materializes a key. Bernard grabs it up.

"Sure thing. Come on."

He leads the way.

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Yeh, but Tims one of those people who wants everyone to like him. He's got a lot to learn, but still has issues with it all.*

A good man. Bernard.

*Tim tries for eye contact.*

Do you believe that, now, my whole goal is to protect Milliways? That I'm not whatever I was back then?

[last_adam]

...I got sunburned?

*Working in the shop. Mhmmm.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"...Not wholly, no. And that's more than some think I should give you."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

In London?

"In London?"

[last_adam]

Here?

*But it is a question, and it doesn't even sound like Adam believes the answer is "yes."*

[simon_doctor]

Once at the room, Simon looks around with a judicious eye.

"This could work. We could sterilize the room, maybe ... put in a supply cabinet, or similar?..."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

"Good afternoon, Bernard. Welcome back. Got a moment?" It's Barry, friendly but also in an a cut-to-the-chase mood.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

He winces.

"Scotland."

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: No, I don't. Shower. Back later, then off to work. What does he need?]

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Sure, whatever you need. Make a list; Bar will provide."

[last_adam]

...the tanning salon?

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: wants to talk about getting Drs. Sandhu and Crowe semi-official doctor jobs, and wants to talk about some kind of informal guidelines for quarantines. But I've waited this long, and I am quite busy once lunch is done.]

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

Bernard just looks at him.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Okay. Tomorrow I am gonna try to be on. You?]

[last_adam]

*Adam blinks. See Adam blink.

Blink, Adam. Blink.*

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Oh, look. I reduced the antichrist to confused silence. My year is made."

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

Jill creeps out of her booth and up to bar. She doesn't even really think about ordering a drink from Bernard and instead asks one from bar as usual when someone's not behind her. She closes her eyes and sighs as she lets the steam from her tea flow through her nostrils.

[last_adam]

*And an eyeroll. The last defenses of a man who has none.*

I can get you a certificate, if you'd like. Or a t-shirt.

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Woe, for I am closed to new threads. Work calls.]

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

"Ooh. A commemorative plaque would be nice."

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

[ooc: work permitting, I will try]

[thedisenchanter.livejournal.com]

OOC: If you just want to slowtime it...that's cool...Sorry about that... ^.^ I just don't have the luck to catch Bernard do I? XD

[last_adam]

I'll get right on it.

*Just don't be too surprise if it says screw you.

Adam laughs, a little awkwardly.*

So, anything else you wanted to say?

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Rock.]