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Sep. 22nd, 2017 06:58 am
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[After a spot of punching, Baze is in the cells, where he can be visited.]

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Sep. 21st, 2017 07:24 pm
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The first time Baze attempted a serious whittling project, he went at it recklessly.

It only took five minutes before the knife blade slipped from the wood and opened a gash in his thumb. He stubbornly continued carving, but ended up getting blood all over the balsa wood. Another ten minutes passed before the blade skipped off a knot and sliced his index finger. More blood. More carving. At that point, the wood was slippery, so he had to stop.

He applied bandages to his fingers and waited a day before trying again. But try again he did, and learned how to properly protect himself with a Bar-provided thumb pad for his blade hand.

And he learned more than that. He learned that cuts made with the grain will peel away smoothly; cuts made against the grain will give resistance and eventually split. He learned the pull stroke, the push stroke, and straight-away rough cutting. He learned to whittle slowly, to use the strokes as a meditative practice.

Though his carved fish and eggs and demon bunnies are still crude, he thinks he can whittle in his sleep.

Today he's leaning against the bar, holding a block of balsa wood in his left hand and his pocket knife in his right, with the blade facing towards him. He braces the thumb of his right hand against the wood, and squeezes his fingers in order to draw the blade towards his thumb. His strokes are short and controlled.

He's getting wood shavings everywhere. Someone might want to tell him to clean up.

(OOC: Chirrut may pop into any and all threads!)

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Sep. 21st, 2017 03:02 pm
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Alana's seated at the bar today, wearing a red Diane von Furstenberg wrap dress with black polkadots and a pair of black, high-heeled boots. She's got her bare legs crossed at the knee and her chin cupped in her hand.

She was reading Conquering Mountains: A Guide to Solo Female Travel, but now she's just people watching.

She might be watching you.

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Sep. 21st, 2017 01:45 pm
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(OOM: "I see martial arts as moving forms of meditation. When you're sparring or drilling techniques, you can't think of anything else."

-Joe Rogan)

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Sep. 21st, 2017 10:10 am
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Ellen has been busy. Very busy. Post-apocalyptic Philadelphia is not the worst of cities- so far as she knows that distinction goes to Pittsburgh- but it's... well, it's still a post-apocalyptic city run by ice gangs and weirdoes and it's got mutant hippos in the rivers and there is a persistent legend that people don't try to cross the river because plants on the other side will eat them. And in her experience you can't deny that possibility. So she's been busy.

But the door opened to the Bar today, and she is grateful for any chance to be somewhere that does not smell like the shores of the Schuykill, and she will apologize to you if the attempts she has made at cleaning up and changing into her old blue Vault suit with the 101 across the back have not been enough to get the reek entirely gone. Just let her have her beer in the process, okay?

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Sep. 20th, 2017 04:40 pm
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OOM: In the garage, Sabine and Cassian discuss rebelling against the Empire, the hope and the costs.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, Sabine Wren
OOC: Discussion of torture, no specifics.

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Sep. 20th, 2017 09:21 am
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The comfiest of the couches near the fireplace is taken up by a human-shaped Yrael, lounging in dark green pajama-pants and soft grey t-shirt, reading the New Orleans autumn festival calendar of events.

There is no glitter - there has never been any glitter. Yrael doesn't know what you're talking about.



Were you wanting the couch? Too bad.


(ooc: Now with a fixed link! *kicks the photobucket*)
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 [Today, the man who refuses to take off his mask with reddish eyes and complete with a gas mask is wiping the bar's counter]

Not sure who talked him into it, but he was providing today's happy hour.

The Helghast Colonel stood in the bar writing down specials for the day. 

"Welcome to my day"

Today's specials:

Fireball Whisky
Helghast Special- My own mix
Ludds Blood

The tables seemed to have some sort of theme today, they were covered with a blood red along with black line going through it.

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Sep. 18th, 2017 11:31 pm
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[oom: Fry's teacher receives some advice, and passes on some of his own to Fry.]

exit post

Sep. 17th, 2017 09:02 pm
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After the glitter plague has passed, and after Emcee is no longer feeling its effects, he prepares for a little vacation of sorts.

So today, he comes downstairs, dressed in his black leather coat, and carrying an overnight bag. He only stops at the Bar to borrow a smartphone and to leave a note for Jay which reads:


Darling,

I have gone to your Berlin to stay for a few days. I know we've talked about going back, so I've decided that it was time. I'll be all right -- I hope to see Alice and Jared again; I'm sure they'll keep me company just fine.

If anyone happens to ask about me, feel free to tell them where I've gone.

See you soon,
MC



Emcee then pauses at the door just long enough to use a special key for the first time, trusting it to lead to the penthouse, and not a hail of bullets.

He turns the knob. Opens the door.

...It works.

With a breath of relief, Emcee hangs the key around his neck by its chain and slips through, closing the door behind him.


[OOC: Just an exit post! No tags please, only reactions if you feel so inclined.]

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Sep. 17th, 2017 04:14 pm
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Swamp Thing enters the Bar from outside, from his conduit through the Green. And he enters rather pissed. No smoothed down walking tree man today. No, he's ten feet all, body dripping with the waters of the Amazon, a distinct smell of mold, a distinct air of power about him. Slowly, he reduces his size, alters his look to something more benign (and something less aromatic). But his face remains a scowl.

Bother him at your own risk.

[ooc: spoilers for Dark Nights: Metal 2 possible]

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Sep. 17th, 2017 03:55 pm
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Sinric comes in from his door, looking tired and annoyed, and not in the moods. He heads for the couches by the fire, curling up around the pillows. He's not crying, it's just a trick of the light.

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Sep. 16th, 2017 09:39 pm
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Bonnie has been laid up for a few days in her room, not infecting anyone with the glittersnot.

Now that she's finally stopped sneezing the rotten stuff, she's downstairs with a broom and a vacuum cleaner trying to hoover up as much of it as possible.

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Sep. 15th, 2017 08:49 am
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Barry is dying.

Or rather, he feels like he's dying.

Actually, he feels like he'd rather be dead than whatever this is.

After a week of coming and going in Milliways and encountering friends who were sick and all the people who were down with it while he felt fine, Barry had figured he was safe.

But, as it turns out, his metahuman metabolism only managed to combat the bug long enough to lull Barry into a false sense of security, then quit the fight abruptly. Now, Barry is that guy, the one who never gets sick, but when he does get sick he gets it the worst of all.

On a couch near the fireplace, in a nest made up of ALL the blankets and wrapped up to his head, Barry suffers. He had every intention of quarantining himself in a room upstairs, but the trek was too much. So now he's huddled on the couch with his knees tucked up to his chest and just the top of his head sticking out of the blankets, with rats bringing him soup and more tissues to replace those covered in glittering day-glo orange snot overfilling a nearby small trash can.

His tablet is propped on a nearby coffee table, and Barry is watching old episodes of Bill Nye the Science Guy.

Don't judge him, just pity him and his miserable state.


[ooc: open forever although tags will get slow going into the weekend.]

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Sep. 14th, 2017 09:20 pm
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Cassian's been taking the medicine that Barry got for him, the day one and trying to work. Curled up on the couch with a datapad along with tea and soup has worked fairly well. Though he's been cold, he's stopped wearing his jacket, it catches the glitter too quickly. Instead he's under a blanket that's striped with the colors of a sunset.

His datapad is on his chest as he's been doing research into the history of the Empire, the number of failed assassinations for Palapatine makes for hard reading. At some point later in the day, he falls asleep, he would never think of doing this if he were healthy but this cold is draining.

Tiny tag: Cassian Andor, glittersnot
OOC: Catch him asleep or awake

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Sep. 13th, 2017 09:43 pm
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Ganymede has been not-so-notably absent from the glitter-mania of the Bar of late; he dislikes glitter on him, it being absolute hell to get off in the wash, from clothes and skin.

But today he's sitting in the bar at a table with a mirror--not to look at himself per se, but to learn a particular braid. It's five strands, which he can do with string in front of him just fine, but easier said than done upside-down and backwards on his own head. As soon as he's done with one, he unplaits it and begins another. Who knew having almost waist-length hair was such a hassle?

He's attempting to stay clear of anything sparkly, though how well he does may vary.

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Sep. 13th, 2017 01:35 pm
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 Selina woke up in the room she stayed in--thank you Jay for the permanent reservation--after talking with Cassian and feels awful. Tired, achy, irritated sinuses, scratchy throat...the works.

Now she's downstairs by the fire fish with a giant mug of hot chocolate. Wrapped in a blankey, she just kind of stares off until a sneeze hits her, sending a cloud of purple glitter into a tissue she raises to try and catch it.

"Damnit!" She has half a mind to go home and see if she can get Bruce sick with this, just because.

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Sep. 13th, 2017 02:26 pm
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There is an glittery, glimmering, positively iridescent white cloud perched on the edge of the bar, its tail lashing restlessly this way and that. Having given up trying to keep the splashes of metallic-hued glitter from his fur, Yrael has turned his efforts towards working up a massive sulk.

The effect may be ruined by the occasional kitty sneeze - embarrassingly cute at the best of times - of silver and copper-hued glitter.

Yrael hates everyone in this bar.

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Sep. 12th, 2017 04:12 pm
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Chirrut spends hours tending the tea plants today, replanting groupings of three or four into individual plants, arranging and re-arranging the pots to best find the warmth (and supposedly light) of the sun, making sure the watering system would cover the new arrangement of plants... there was a lot to do. It is peaceable work and the time flies by.

Baze isn't in his brewery when Chirrut is done, so he meanders upstairs to get cleaned up. While he cannot see muddy fingerprints, he has it on good authority that they're highly annoying.

The pain catches him once he's inside. Sudden loss, sharp and aching as a stab through the chest turns any scream into a shocked breath of air, almost silent in its agony.

Baze.

That sense of knowing where Baze is, that he's alright... it's gone. He's gone.

Chirrut isn't sure how long he spends on his knees, frozen in that moment, too stunned to figure out what comes next. He can only barely remember a time Baze wasn't by his side, not too far away. He's still not, Chirrut knows in his head, but his heart doesn't want to listen. His heart is too busy screaming.

Finally he picks himself up, dusting himself off by habit. Downstairs, he should head downstairs, ask Bar, she'd... well, she'd have the best chance of knowing. Then maybe X, if he doesn't find his answer. Then... Too much, that's enough of a plan. He turns back to the door, but... no.

Muddy fingerprints are annoying. He's been told this.

Washing his hands doesn't take long. There's... there's no rush now.

When Chirrut gets to the Bar, he is greeted with a note, written on paper that would have been painfully precious in NiJedha. To anyone watching, his expression does not change as he reads it over and over again, tracing the raised ink with gentle fingers.

This? Baze died for this? So senseless. Baze deserved more.

Chirrut has a quiet word with the Bar, and is rewarded with a stack of books and a copy of his reader, which he takes to one of the chairs by the fire, a rat following behind with a cup of tea. Not Sapir - a surprise tea. For Baze. The books are on brewing beer and moonshine, a project he's wholly unsuited for, but he intends to master.
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