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Deadpool is sitting on a comfortable couch by the fireplace. He's surrounded by a pile of sharp objects. A couple swords, a combat knife, several pouches full of throwing knives, a few shuriken...you get the idea.

He's industriously cleaning, sharpening, and polishing all of them. It's a lot more focused energy than you usually see from Deadpool.

Oh wait, he's humming In-A-Gadda-Da-Vida under his breath, and occasionally doing an air guitar solo. He's probably fine.

seeking_truth

[OOM:
boats ease into the harbor bearing real suspicious cargo
and the sunlight on the water sets a switch off in your brain
the things that you've got coming will consume you
there's someone waiting out there in an alley with a chain

]

seeking_truth

Dusk has given way to darkness, and darkness to night's deepest black. It does not matter in the slightest - Cassandra's mind is far too busy to let her sleep, and if truth be told, she is not inclined to try.

There is only so much pacing in one's chamber that can be tolerated, however. As Leliana has recently been trying to impress upon her the inadvisable nature of pacing the hallways instead -- evidently it sets the guards on edge, or some such -- she decides to try another option.

Frowning fiercely at the door, she yanks it open, and allows herself a brief huff of satisfaction at the sight of the bar on the other side. Cassandra stalks through and throws herself into a seat near the fireplace, brooding over her thoughts while staring absently at the flames.

"Maker! Is that a fish?!?"

howtoactfereldan

[ OOM:

The cathedral in Cologne looks like a spaceship
Like the hand of God falling from the sky
A thousand stone-carved saints hang like icicles
But icicles don't take a thousand years to die ;

or,

a Seeker and a Templar on a walking tour of the City of Chains ]

littleyellowboxes

There's nothing quite like trashy late night TV, even at the end of the universe.

Especially when you have infinite channels.

Deadpool sits at a table and stares at one of the mounted TVs, completely rapt. On screen, a Doberman wearing a police hat appears to be interrogating a suspicious looking Pomeranian. 'I'm no stoolie!' the dog says. 'I'm a purebred!'

"He's totally lying," Deadpool informs no one in particular. He pulls his mask up far enough to shove some cheese doodles in his mouth. The scars are very evident, but not particularly noteworthy when put up against the rest of his outfit, weapons, and choice of TV shows.

[OOC: Mercy, you nerds! I'm going to bed. I'll be back tomorrow. This post is closed for now. He'll be back again.]

seeking_truth

[Previously: Arriving in Kirkwall.]

She storms out of the interrogation chamber in a towering fury, paying little attention to anyone who might happen to be in her way.

"Blast you, Varric Tethras, you and your tale of the Champion!"

Cassandra stalks the length of the hallway and slams the door open.

"Leliana. It is no use. We must--"

She's two steps into the bar before she realizes that it's not where she expected to be.

As the door swings shut behind her, one hand goes to her sword.

hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Indian education.]

Thomas Builds-the-Fire comes through the front door, and only looks surprised for a moment before he heads for the Bar. Then his expression gets set again.

He can get ice from the Bar. Ice is good for a broken nose. He's sporting one. It looks great.

He'll go to the reservation clinic tomorrow, when it opens. If.

bird-not-buddha.livejournal.com

It had taken some time, and a great deal of consultation with a number of rats, to find a chair that would hold his weight in anything approaching comfort.

Now, however, Lucius Portsmouth is sitting in a very substantial armchair not far from a fireplace. His gaze is firmly fixed on the observation window overhead, and he watches without visible change in his expression as worlds and stars explode and die and as the cycle begins anew, over and over again.

hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com

[OOM: What the rest of the Spokanes think about Milliways.]

When the front door opens, Thomas Builds-the-Fire walks in. This time he stops off at the bathroom first.

Then he goes to the bar, and -- a little hesitantly -- asks for a Pepsi. Its subsequent appearance elicits a smile, and Thomas takes a seat on the nearest barstool.

hetoldthisstory.livejournal.com

The Spokane Indian Reservation is outside the town of Wellpinit, Washington. That's the eastern part of the state. Its residents don't leave often.

Not even the weird ones.

So that's why when the front door opens and a man -- fairly average-looking, hair long and unbound -- walks in, he blinks. Mostly because there's never been a bar in Thomas Builds-the-Fire's bathroom before, but also because this place is not the Spokane reservation. It is, in fact, white. Very white.

Weird he may be, but Thomas Builds-the-Fire knows better than anybody that weird and stupid don't mean the same thing. Not all the time, anyway.

For the moment he's just standing, and looking, and listening. Because this? This is weird.

Maybe he walked into a story.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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