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[OOM: Eleanor has very specific nightmares. There's some flashbacks to violence, but everything's shiny in Little Sister Vision™]

So here's Eleanor, hair trimmed up to the length it had been when she'd first arrived; she's barefoot, dressed in one of those sacrificial-victim white dresses her mother has her wear, and she's carrying the pep bar and book she'd originally brought in with her.

She stops off at the bar long enough to leave notes for her friends, consisting of:

Gone home. Think good thoughts for me.
--Eleanor

And then she's off, making sure the door closes behind her. No splicers getting loose in the bar, and no one from here getting more than they bargained for. Safety first and always: that's the Rapture way.

[you want to get a note from her? you get a note. easy as pie]

just_a_chemical

Eleanor has made a new friend--that would be the green-painted robot chirping contentedly as it flies along above her, modeled after the robots she knows from home, and cobbled together from parts she'd found in the garage (including the hood ornament off a 1938 Cadillac, and supplemented with telephone components).

Oh, and lasers. But they're all contained and shielded, not like the attack-robots at home.

She orders herself an apple in a bowl, and whistles the two-note disrupt/restart signal. The light on the robot changes from green to amber, a compartment on the bottom opens, Eleanor tosses the apple upward into it and begins counting off.

SNAP closed and whirr turn and click click THUD cored and WHOOSH incinerate and whiiiiirrrrrrrr as the rig inside the compartment turns and click reaches the end and Click. Click. Click it resets and click light goes green and snap compartment opens and

She catches her cooked, spiral-cut apple in the bowl, and inspects it carefully for a moment before grinning up at her robot. "Excellent work, Mr. Green. Gold star for you today."

Dieselpunk robotics. Hot apple Slinky. Savor the flavor of Science.

ikissdhimbck

The door opens to a golden sky, so thick with dust it looks like orange meringue.

The soft chnk of spurs precedes the cowgirl, collar turned up and hat low over her eyes. Once the door closes, she tips her hat back and takes a look around. And smiles.

As soon as she settles at the Bar, she's presented with gift after gift after gift after gift, along with a plate of Solstice sweets and a few gingerbread ... robots? She eyes everything with delight, surprised when she realizes how much time has passed. She wasn't expecting she'd be gone so long. She best start on the thank-you notes straight away.

But first, she does happen to have a few gifts of her own. She unshoulders her bag and leaves the tardy presents with Miss Bar. ( For Dr. Lecter, The Sandhu Family, Tommy Gavin, John Marston, The Waco Kid, Elrond, Remy, Ellen, Dixie, Clementine, Enzo & Dani, Pyrrha, Teja, Ratonhnhaké:ton, William Evans, etc. )

That done, she settles down to write her thank-yous, occasionally admiring the clay cat and pondering a name change to 'Queen of the Bandits'. No doubt she'll soon break into the sweets, though there's far too much to eat in one sitting. It's a good turn of luck that she feels inspired to share.

[ooc: I've missed all of the fun! Feel free to catch me up and link me to anything you'd like to have tagged, I'm happy to bounce around and see all of the shenanigans. ^__^ This is open throughout the weekend and perhaps longer. Hello again.]

ostro_goth

While his forge helper is still not being himself, Teja keeps his forge-work to tinkering with small things and making small things, arrow-heads or jewellery, where no help is needed.

The doors and windows are open, there is a fire in the forge, and the cats are lounging by the warming flames.

If any should wish to speak with Teja, about a commission, his work, or anything at all, he will gladly answer.-

just_a_chemical

Call it a compulsion--if there are things to be looked in or under, Eleanor will do it, and likely pocket what she finds. A slow circuit of the main area of the bar has turned up a decent assortment: three batteries of different sizes, two still slightly charged; a paperclip, a hairpin, two buttons; thirty-seven cents and a shilling; a solar-powered calculator; a shopping list that she prefers to assume is some sort of code; a candy bar, which she's saving for later; some sort of tin robot wind-up toy, a ballpoint pen from a hotel near Niagara Falls, half a green crayon and a lighter.

Everything that can be taken apart, she's taken apart, and all the pieces are spread out in front of her on the table. She can do something with these. The only question is what.

Totally botherable. If you want your stuff back, better act fast.

just_a_chemical

One must be careful with fiction, Eleanor. One can slip messages in that will go unnoticed by the reader--morals and ideas that, were they presented openly and without the veneer of story, the audience would plainly reject.

Eleanor Lamb is flopped sideways across a chair, eating an apple and reading a comic book. She'd gone up to the library in search of books on surgery, but her attention was drawn by the cover of a book, with a girl in a spacesuit that looked strangely close to something she knows all too well; so here she is by the fire, enjoying the adventures of Hazel Stone: Space Patrol in all her Silver Age glory.

"One must be careful with fiction, Eleanor," she says aloud in a decent impression of her mother, as she studies an ad toward the back of the book. "One can develop strange ideas, like going into space, or wearing shoes."

Botherable. She's almost at the end of the issue, anyway.

just_a_chemical

[oom: A room that's not being monitored. Not much to ask, really.]

Eleanor doesn't want to be in anyone's debt, not because that would make her a parasite, but because she doesn't want special treatment. She'll pay her own way, where she can. That's what people do. So here she is, doing her part--all the knowledge and memories of all her deceased citymates she's been infused with? It hasn't just taught her science. Of course she can bartend.

Wouldn't her mother be pleased?

Specials
Sidecar
Sazerac
Roy Rogers
Aviation

She's got a bottle of cola and a sandwich, so she's all set. At least she's offsetting her food costs for today...

just_a_chemical

[pre-Milliways OOM: Morning in Rapture. This story contains little girls killing mutants and drinking their sweet sweet insides, just so you know.]

And just like that, there's a barefoot sixteen-year-old girl in what looks like a nightgown, stepping through the door. The pep bar and book she'd been carrying fall to the floor as she stares at her new surroundings, stepping back--solid wall. Her mother must've locked the outer door already--

I'm not supposed to see this anymore. Mother, you said I was cured.

It stands to reason. As the splicers fall further into madness, wouldn't their ADAM cause more side effects? Look at Dr. Alexander--

--maybe there's a chance, maybe the defenses--

She disappears in a purple flash, only to reappear a moment later three feet to the left, still backed up against the wall, still afraid. If only her father were here...

[tinytags: Eleanor Lamb]

master-cat.livejournal.com

Perrault is in the bar once more, curled up in a chair by the fire with a good book -- Concerning things for which men, especially princes, are praised or blamed, tonight.

renevatio.livejournal.com

Do not be afraid of the RAF messenger pigeon flailing about overhead. Lincoln's more courteous than that, even if he is cursing up a blue streak at the Bar.

"What is it this time?"

torch-reporter.livejournal.com

Well, it looks like this is one cat curiousity didn't kill. Chloe still looks mostly human, except for cat's ears on her head and a tail sticking out from underneath her jean skirt.

That smile, however is one of pure amusement. She's sitting at the bar with a cup of cofee, and every now and then, her head turns to try and see that tail. She has a tail. Too bad her camera was left in Smallville today. For the first time in her life, Chloe probably just made it to Wall of Weird material.

tristranthorn

[Pre-Milliways]

The door opens into a brightly lit space. Tristran Thorn is almost hesitant to take a step forward in case he ends up falling to his peril instead of finding his feet on firm ground. But he does it anyway because curiousity gets the better of him. The door closes behind him in a mysterious sort of way. He turns briefly to look over his shoulder, then his attention is brought back to the main room.

The warm chunk of wax in his hand is momentarily forgotten; all the young man in strange crimson and canary and russet cloth has on his mind is, where am I?, what is this place? and did the candle really bring me here?

He looks around and is very confused, but he has to admit, once his heart has resumed a more regular beat, that the atmosphere is rather pleasant, really.

Though it doesn't keep him from standing stock-still in his spot, looking rather out-of-place and foolish.

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