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A young man in simple woolen clothes comes through the door with a carefully mild look on his face. It seems that the expression is well-schooled, as it's a moment before it dissolves even as he takes in his unexpected surroundings. He hastily closes the door behind him. There's a different look in his eyes now: excited, and wildly curious.

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[Before]

A young man, wild-eyed and covered in scratches and dirt, steps hastily through the door and turns to close it behind him before whipping around for something to use to brace it.

Now turning, he looks slowly - comically - up, starting with the cleanly swept and utterly free-of-hay-bales floor, terror and confusion dawning on his handsome features. He doesn't go back through the door, though. One hand is still resting on the doorknob, more as though he's forgotten it than because he intends to use it.

OOC: The Novice is obviously not a Novice yet, but he soon will be!

[tiny tag: Aramis]

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[OOM: Twenty-one pilots (plus one geekboy benefactory) in one room = best squadron briefing ever. Rated C for Crack, P for Pastries, and W for Whoa, the cleaning crew's not gonna like that mess. (Mun loves you all.)]

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OOM: The First Dream.

A very harried-looking freighter captain made her way into the bar from the lift, frowning as she went over to get a drink. Preferably something girly and fruity, that was pink, orange, or light green.

She had the sort of expression on her face that one has when thinking: What the hell was that about? because that was exactly what she was thinking.

hopeitsworthit

Dean, in a better mood than yesterday, is slouching in a booth in a dark corner drinking a beer. He doesn't look like he slept too well.

Current Mood: tired

gone_byebye

Ray did a shift and a half on guard duty yesterday. Then he slept.

The nightmares were starting to ease off a bit. He wasn't sure whether that was because he was getting used to the situation, or whether his subconscious just couldn't handle it any further. Either way, he still had some head-sorting-out to do, so he headed out behind the Bar. Either there would be conditions appropriate for meditation (not something he could really do in his room- too many distractions) or, possibly, 'sabre practice without the remote for once. One of the two.

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"--but, but I have to work on the--"

"--the Maru is running at 125% Harper. There is no physical way to make it run any better. We're going."

"Well, I'd be a bit more eager about it if you said where--"

"--You really need to look up the definition of the word 'surprise.'"

"'Surprise--noun, the act of surprising or the condition of being surprised.
Something, such as an unexpected encounter, event, or gift, that surprises.' Dictionary in my cerebral net, genius. Oh wait, that's right, I'm the genius--ow!"

"Surprise--a demonstration."

Haveing smacked her engineer in the back of the head, a certain blonde captain, continued to drag him into the bar, with a Purpose.

gone_byebye

It's been a busy day. Ray's been practicing and building and practicing and studying and practicing and realizing that he's probably going to be sore in the morning if he keeps practicing like that. So. Now he's got a table and dinner (it involves tofu, and this time he asked for that on purpose), and a drink, and... that's it, really. For once he's not reading or anything.

Come say hi!

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[OOM: Beka's Arrival At Milliways.]

Beka Valentine, First Mate of the Andromeda Ascendant, and Captain of the Eureka Maru was a smart cookie. This was why, when she arrived at Milliways Bar, she first looked through her ship, which was parked out near the lake; finding no one, she came into the bar, and she did so quietly and carefully, trying to look as if she had been there before. Heck, maybe she'd always been there. What do you know?

She watched people, though she didn't talk to them, trying to figuring out if they were hostile or not, and she explored, trying to figure out where the hell she was.

The viewing window made her stand and stare for a good ten minutes.

She was very calm, very careful, and very collected during her explorations...that was until she poked around in the infirmary.

Then Beka Valentine did not act like a smart cookie. She acted like a very...um, angry cookie? And she stormed out of the infirmary, her sidearm drawn and ready in one hand, the bloody shreds of a once-bright Hawaiian shirt clutched in the other. Her cold, blue eyes blazed like the exploding suns outside, she fired a deafening shot at the ceiling to get everyone's attention, and demanded of the bar in general, in a voice that could probably shake mountains:

"What is this place, and more importantly what the hell have you done with my engineer?"

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