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Quentin's taken over a table, he has a selection of tacos and burritos, a bowl of chips and salsa as he's working on a list. Helping Chelsea is going to be challenging because she's not starting where another Fae would be but with a mixture of what her mother thinks is true and her own experience. He's starting with what he learned as a page, then noting down what he learned when he was at a mortal high school and trying to think about what a folklorist would know that's not right.

So far he's filled up about four pages of notes. He's not wearing a disguise so his bronze hair is rumpled with his pointed ears just visible, but he's also in jeans and a t-shirt.

plot-locked

Nov. 9th, 2018 12:58 pm
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[personal profile] curlytop
George's set up tonight is much the same as it was for the first game. Large table, stack of character sheets, bagful of dice, pizza, Doritos, Mountain Dew, and Red Vines. He's brought beer again, just in case, and a huge bowl of popcorn.

At least this time he's relatively certain everyone showing up will know it's a game. Progress.



[ooc: Plot-locked to the 2nd group of D&D players. Will have separate threads in the comments.]
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Today is a training day, but Barry wanted to do something a little more interesting than running on the treadmill and so he's in Milliways, along with Cisco.

The pair have a brief conversation with Bar which ends with them on the other side of the counter; Barry writing on the specials board while Cisco sets up a chess timer.

"You sure you wanna do this?" Cisco asks.

Barry is all excited grins as he throws a bartowel over his shoulder and nods to his friend.

"Oh yeah dude, let's do it."

Giving a shrug, Cisco turns to the bar at large, cups his hands around his mouth and shouts, "ATTENTION PEOPLE OF MILLIWAYS, HAPPY HOUR IS NOW OPEN!"

Barry rings a finger in his ear, shaking his head at Cisco.

"I'm pretty sure the people would've figured it out."

The specials board reads:

HAPPY HOUR
Drinks in 10 seconds or less, or it's free!



[ooc: Two pups, one mun, tag one and get both. More info on them here.]
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The front door opens a tiny crack, like it wasn't properly latched and has come ajar. A moment later a tiny nose pokes through, followed soon by a fuzzy head.

A cat, black and white with wide yellow eyes, peeks into Milliways, meowing to announce this new discovery, then slipping through the crack into the bar.

"No, no, no, no-- "

The door swings wide, pushed open by a man in a black mask, a box of kitty kibble in his hand.

He's too late, the cat makes a break for freedom and adventure, and Matt is left standing in the doorway trying to track the feline as it threads its way through the chaos of the bar.

"Damn it."

There is absolutely no way Claire is ever going to let him live this down.
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Viv is disappointed. Her father has other matters to attend to and so will be missing their scheduled ice cream time. This is unfortunate.

As she enters Milliways, and she is cut off from the internet back home, she gets an email that gives her something new to look forward to. It is from Ms. Marvel and is an invitation to all the members of the Champions to go camping that they may build bonds to better their effectiveness as a team. This is a good thing.

Why are there so many bears in the bar? Are they patrons or something to protect the patrons from?
run_barry: (I'm Barry. Allen.)
[personal profile] run_barry
Backing in through the front door, Barry enters Milliways carrying a large bankers box, a laptop and equipment balancing on the lid, while speaking to someone around the corner.

"I promise Captain Singh, I'll get right on it."

The man on the other side of the door doesn't exactly sound brimming when confidence when he tosses off a 'get to it' reply right before the door closes.

Heaving a relieved sigh, Barry heads for a table to put down his stuff and get the computer and accompanying scanner set up. Then it's just a matter of using superspeed to sort through the bankers box which is chock full of disorganized rap sheets.

The chaos of paperwork turns into neat stacks, and in a blur those neat stacks are entered into the computer.

"Done and done," Barry announces, brushing off his hands in triumph. "Now, just gotta do the scanning... "

Lifting one of the mugshots attached to a sheet and placing it on the scanner Barry hits the send button.

And then he hits it again.

After a round of rapidly punching the button the light inside the device finally clicks on and the scanner begins its slow process of reading the image on the tray.

"For real?" Barry groans, flopping back in his chair.

In a couple of minutes he's going to order a cup of coffee, because obviously he's going to be here for awhile.
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[personal profile] dreamingofelectricsheep
[OOM: Dear Father, I seem to have joined a super hero team. Warning for mention of the death of a teenaged girl.]

The front door does not open for the latest newcomer, instead she ghosts through and stops when she sees she is not where she expected. Curious and surprised, she stands and allows herself to land softly so that she may look about.

"This is not my beautiful house," she says in a voice that is calm and just shy of impersonal. If the voice, magenta skin, and slightly glowing eyes didn't give it away, she's not human and seems to have been constructed.

[OOC: If your pup happens to have a digital device that would detect and send a notification of a discoverable wifi hotspot, one just appeared named "syntham0nroll'. It is secured though.]
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[personal profile] childofrebellion
At a booth that provides good sight lines, Cassian is in the process of cleaning and checking his blaster. Not too long ago, he was on a planet with a lot of rain and industrial pollution and his blaster hasn't been working as it should.

As he works, he has his datapad beside him and every once in a while, he taps it to read something else. A caf is going cold next to him and he keeps absently eating from the plate of spiced bread that Bar gave him.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor