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May. 31st, 2020 03:48 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[Story and dialogue all from Robin: Year One by Chuck Dixon & Scott Beatty]
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May. 23rd, 2020 08:47 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Before Dick found the bar again recently, he'd left Bruce a note. He'd left, with no intention of coming back, and with no real clear idea of where he was going.
Then, he'd gone to see Dr. Thompkins, only to walk right in on a plot my Mr Freeze.
At least now, when he heads down into the bar, once again dressed for winter parkour, and knowing that he's got what must be his last ever Sideshow Baddy to take down, he knows where he wants to sleep tonight.
Dick hops onto Bar, sitting on her smooth surface and running his thumb affectioinately along her grain as he contemplates his options. Eventually he digs under his hoodie and finds, in his bat belt, an old, well thumbed, folded several times, photo of John and Mary Grayson.
He would never have it in his batbelt under normal circumstances, but he couldn't leave it at the manor.
"Hey, girl," he says finally, "can you take care of this for me?"
That way he'll have to come back.
It's absorbed into the wood, and replaced on its surface with a Milliways branded cocktail stirrer and a napkin.
Dick gives her his most conspiratorial grin and slips the stirrer into his pocket.
"Catch ya later, girl."
Then he jumps down and over to the Door. Turning his face away form the bar as a whole, he slips on his mask, and then slips out into the cold.
--
An hour later, mask off, and hood down, Dick comes back in. He retreives his photo from the Bar and disappears again upstairs.
[OOC: Catch him before or after the OOM if you want, but you may prefer Dick's other still-open EP, and he'll have another one for Cubefall. Just getting this in there.]
Then, he'd gone to see Dr. Thompkins, only to walk right in on a plot my Mr Freeze.
At least now, when he heads down into the bar, once again dressed for winter parkour, and knowing that he's got what must be his last ever Sideshow Baddy to take down, he knows where he wants to sleep tonight.
Dick hops onto Bar, sitting on her smooth surface and running his thumb affectioinately along her grain as he contemplates his options. Eventually he digs under his hoodie and finds, in his bat belt, an old, well thumbed, folded several times, photo of John and Mary Grayson.
He would never have it in his batbelt under normal circumstances, but he couldn't leave it at the manor.
"Hey, girl," he says finally, "can you take care of this for me?"
That way he'll have to come back.
It's absorbed into the wood, and replaced on its surface with a Milliways branded cocktail stirrer and a napkin.
For luck,Bar tells him.
Dick gives her his most conspiratorial grin and slips the stirrer into his pocket.
"Catch ya later, girl."
Then he jumps down and over to the Door. Turning his face away form the bar as a whole, he slips on his mask, and then slips out into the cold.
--
An hour later, mask off, and hood down, Dick comes back in. He retreives his photo from the Bar and disappears again upstairs.
[OOC: Catch him before or after the OOM if you want, but you may prefer Dick's other still-open EP, and he'll have another one for Cubefall. Just getting this in there.]
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Mar. 16th, 2020 09:04 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[oom: Recently, after a difficult mission, Kanan followed Hera back to her room.]
"I've seen plenty of babies fed them –"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's good for them –"
"Look, Kanan, it's the only thing onboard I know is safe for Ithorian infants and he's going to need something before –"
And this is the moment when Hera realizes the door they just passed through didn't actually lead to the Ghost's galley. Kanan's a step behind her, cradling in his arms a baby who… looks nothing like either one of them, with his rather protruding eyestalks and curved head. Hera glances around, and then back at Kanan with a small smile. "All right, looks like you win."
A few minutes later, they're situated at the bar with the baby on the bartop between them, Hera and Kanan with mugs of caf, and a cup of some kind of green-gray mush that the baby happily sucked up through an elaborate, multi-pronged straw fitted along his left-side mouth.
[ooc: We haven't been around for a while but - hi! Two muns, open til it scrolls.]
"I've seen plenty of babies fed them –"
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean it's good for them –"
"Look, Kanan, it's the only thing onboard I know is safe for Ithorian infants and he's going to need something before –"
And this is the moment when Hera realizes the door they just passed through didn't actually lead to the Ghost's galley. Kanan's a step behind her, cradling in his arms a baby who… looks nothing like either one of them, with his rather protruding eyestalks and curved head. Hera glances around, and then back at Kanan with a small smile. "All right, looks like you win."
A few minutes later, they're situated at the bar with the baby on the bartop between them, Hera and Kanan with mugs of caf, and a cup of some kind of green-gray mush that the baby happily sucked up through an elaborate, multi-pronged straw fitted along his left-side mouth.
[ooc: We haven't been around for a while but - hi! Two muns, open til it scrolls.]
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Mar. 10th, 2020 12:20 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[OOM: Jess agrees to go on a working road trip.
Spoilers for Spider-Woman (2014-15, #09.]
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Mar. 6th, 2020 01:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[OOM: Jess wraps up her first case and is surprised by the fallout. Spoilers for the New Duds story arc (Spider-Woman (2014-2015) #05-08).]
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Feb. 3rd, 2020 07:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
OOM: On the day of the race, Barry, Cisco and Gabe watch while Yamato and Cassian run the race. Afterwards, they meet up again.
Tiny tag: Yamato Ishida, Gabriel Reyes
Tiny tag: Yamato Ishida, Gabriel Reyes
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Jan. 31st, 2020 07:17 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
OOMs: When Cassian as Willix has a mission to an aviation convention, he brings Yamato along to add another layer of cover. Later Gabe comes along to look at weapons and Barry and Cisco get to nerd out with their engineering eyes. A few complications come up that require some changes of plan.
Tiny tags: Gabriel Reyes, Yamato Ishida
Tiny tags: Gabriel Reyes, Yamato Ishida
OOM: Crystals
Jan. 5th, 2020 08:37 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
OOM: In which Ibani shows Baze and Chirrut the new lightsaber crystals she retrieved that were set aside by her ancient ancestor.
(OOC: Yikes, I'd been sitting on this OOM even longer than I thought! Go me?)
(OOC: Yikes, I'd been sitting on this OOM even longer than I thought! Go me?)
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Jan. 2nd, 2020 09:35 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[oom: Every guy's night out includes octopus and an eventful MRI, right?
What about video games and a street brawl for the hood ornaments of Central City?]
guest starring Yamato Ishida
What about video games and a street brawl for the hood ornaments of Central City?]
guest starring Yamato Ishida
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Dec. 31st, 2019 08:59 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[ OOM: You think you've got it rough? What about your darling doggy?
I don't think it's very fair (cold, sharp, low)
But it's all relative, my friend, no one lives forever!
Warning for violence and animal/pet death. ]
Wilson comes into the bar via the forest this time, which he didn't realise was possible until it happened. It was autumn in his world and he was curious enough to follow a deepening trail of snow, only to realise by the time he was ankle-deep in it that he hadn't come prepared for winter conditions. That's not too much of a problem, though. He can make a campfire from his inventory nearly instantaneously, and knock together a thermal stone on the spot out of some loose rocks. And at least he's got his nice warm Scottish walrus hat, which is a lot easier to maintain when there's a normal concentration of giant spider nests around instead of having to go to a different island entirely to get silk for sewing kits.
He remembers not to build the fire too high, having had previous mishaps with uncontained campfires that set whole groves of trees ablaze in what seemed like the blink of an eye, but he's quite close to some kind of giant goat statue made of hay and someone who happened to be either chilly and incautious or an opportunistic arson enthusiast could likely cause a similar incident were they to come across Wilson's campfire and throw on a bit more firewood.
Once he's warmed up, it doesn't take much more walking before the lights of the Bar come into view, and likewise the lake and its unmistakable pocket of tropicality. Didn't someone here offer to buy him a coat? That sounds really nice right now. So does a meal that isn't made of anything he had to personally kill. And some cocoa. He trudges up to the building's side door and kicks the snow off his shoes before approaching the counter.
[OOC: Open until it scrolls. The OOM was a few weeks ago for Wilson. Catch him outside or inside!]
I don't think it's very fair (cold, sharp, low)
But it's all relative, my friend, no one lives forever!
Warning for violence and animal/pet death. ]
Wilson comes into the bar via the forest this time, which he didn't realise was possible until it happened. It was autumn in his world and he was curious enough to follow a deepening trail of snow, only to realise by the time he was ankle-deep in it that he hadn't come prepared for winter conditions. That's not too much of a problem, though. He can make a campfire from his inventory nearly instantaneously, and knock together a thermal stone on the spot out of some loose rocks. And at least he's got his nice warm Scottish walrus hat, which is a lot easier to maintain when there's a normal concentration of giant spider nests around instead of having to go to a different island entirely to get silk for sewing kits.
He remembers not to build the fire too high, having had previous mishaps with uncontained campfires that set whole groves of trees ablaze in what seemed like the blink of an eye, but he's quite close to some kind of giant goat statue made of hay and someone who happened to be either chilly and incautious or an opportunistic arson enthusiast could likely cause a similar incident were they to come across Wilson's campfire and throw on a bit more firewood.
Once he's warmed up, it doesn't take much more walking before the lights of the Bar come into view, and likewise the lake and its unmistakable pocket of tropicality. Didn't someone here offer to buy him a coat? That sounds really nice right now. So does a meal that isn't made of anything he had to personally kill. And some cocoa. He trudges up to the building's side door and kicks the snow off his shoes before approaching the counter.
[OOC: Open until it scrolls. The OOM was a few weeks ago for Wilson. Catch him outside or inside!]
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Nov. 17th, 2019 04:27 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
Cassian gives a wave behind him as he steps through the door with a stiffness in his step. When he sees that he's in Milliways, he relaxes slightly, the past few days have been long. His travels from the rendezvous have been convoluted to prevent anything being traced and he's feeling all the hops especially in his side that's aching from the 'troopers' boots.
At the counter, he gets a caf with some whiskey in it and a burger along with a note from Bar that he answers with a shake, "I'm fine, nothing's broken, just a bruise."
There's another note, this time accompanied by a hot water bottle which gets a confused look from Cassian, "What's this?"
At the counter, he gets a caf with some whiskey in it and a burger along with a note from Bar that he answers with a shake, "I'm fine, nothing's broken, just a bruise."
There's another note, this time accompanied by a hot water bottle which gets a confused look from Cassian, "What's this?"
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Nov. 15th, 2019 08:15 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[OOM: First contact between two Rebel cells turns out not to be a first for some. But that doesn't make getting off the planet any easier.]
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Oct. 27th, 2019 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
[OOM:
Oh no,
I've run out of goose quotes.
What a terrible lack of foresight on my part.
Or 'Darkballs And Also Visions, the last part.']
I've run out of goose quotes.
What a terrible lack of foresight on my part.
Or 'Darkballs And Also Visions, the last part.']