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Remy had been feeling a little off for most the day, but a nap had only coaxed out more symptoms, chest feeling tight, and her breathing short and wheezy. Grumbling to herself, Remy makes her way downstairs, bee-lining straight for the infirmary for asthma meds she needs only once in a blue moon.

Sometime later, she can be found curled on one end of one of the couches and flipping idly though a book and her new inhaler resting on the coffee table in front of her.

Botherable either in the infirmary, or afterwards on the couch. Chances are she's not going to stop for you on her way to the infirmary.

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Matilda is in the bar proper this time, deciding to eat hear for lunch instead of at home. It's more lively here and more interesting.

Next to her is a bowl of minestrone soup, just cooling off and only half finished. She's not really interested in lunch at the moment anyway.

What really has her attention is a book on origami that Bar gave her, along with several sheets of colored paper. So far the crane image seems the most easy to work on, and she has several made already-only they look less like the cranes in the book and more like just strangely shaped paper.

It's a work in progress and she seems to be getting better.

She wouldn't mind some company either way.

lifewithoutrest

Helen stands in the center of the room she now calls her own, taking in the newly familiar surroundings. Despite the time she had spent in it while she waited, the room lacks something she can’t name but feels keenly. It isn’t home. She knows the feeling will fade with time, just as it had when she first left London. But it will take time.

Taking a breath, she gathers herself, moving toward her closet. Regardless of their current location, she has a reputation to uphold.

Except…she doesn’t find her wardrobe behind the door she opens.

Congratulations, Milliways. You have managed to catch her wearing an old pair of well-worn jeans and a loose-fitting top. She hasn't been this casually dressed in public in decades.

femme-wizard.livejournal.com

Esk is sitting by the fireplace with a bunny in her lap and a beer on the arm of her chair.

That's all you need to know, really.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters the bar. Mun has little more to say on the matter*

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

[ooc: Read this. It explains all.]

The front door opens, and gunfire can be heard beyond it, however, no bullets come into the bar. What -does- come into the bar, however, is a figure, long, dirty hair, bruised, bleeding, and quite thin. She's wearing a coat, and holding a gun as she collapses on the floor. Sitting up, she looks around the room, then collapses again, calling out weakly.

"Ender? Luke? Anakin? Peter? Someone? I'm home...."

bunny-hazel.livejournal.com

Hazel waited for the door of the bar to open and slipped through. Very strange this place was. Lots of humans...generally that made for danger, but he had sat outside, assessing the bar before even daring to enter. He figured it should be safe, as people were moving readily in and out. He hopped carefully inside. He was hungry, which was the main reason he had come in. The hope was that the humans would find him cute enough to not eat him...but not cute enough to make him into a hutch rabbit. He sat near a stool as he pondered his next move.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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