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[OOM: Sallie Abigail Reynolds.]
Sallie enters Milliways with a plain satchel over one shoulder and a freshly-made pie in her opposite hand. The pie needs to get dropped off first, so Sallie climbs a barstool, dropping the satchel to the floor and letting Bar whisk the pie off to the ether where everything stays when she has to hold something, and Sallie very gently lets her forearms and head drop to the bartop. The cold of it feels soothing on her cheek, and she closes her eyes to focus on anything else she can at the moment.
Sallie has no clue what in the world she's going to do.
For right now, she's going to stay slumped over the bar, letting Bar talk to her as only she can, and not think about her ex-husband.
Damnit.
[ooc: workslow, but this post is open for quite some time/til I note here otherwise.]
Sallie enters Milliways with a plain satchel over one shoulder and a freshly-made pie in her opposite hand. The pie needs to get dropped off first, so Sallie climbs a barstool, dropping the satchel to the floor and letting Bar whisk the pie off to the ether where everything stays when she has to hold something, and Sallie very gently lets her forearms and head drop to the bartop. The cold of it feels soothing on her cheek, and she closes her eyes to focus on anything else she can at the moment.
Sallie has no clue what in the world she's going to do.
For right now, she's going to stay slumped over the bar, letting Bar talk to her as only she can, and not think about her ex-husband.
Damnit.
[ooc: workslow, but this post is open for quite some time/til I note here otherwise.]