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Dr. Horrible stumbles into the bar, clutching his left arm like it's about to fall off.
(As a matter of fact, that's not too far from the truth-- the good guys usually pack a mean punch.)
To the ordinary Milliways customer, he might not look any different from usual: deer-in-the-headlights eyes, slightly hunched stance, gloves and goggles intact. The sharp-eyed observer, however, will notice that Dr. Horrible is dressed in white, not red. He seems... somehow... less evil.
With a rabbit-like glance around the bar, Dr. Horrible moves away from the doorway. You can find him (barely) standing or, before long, gently trembling in a booth.
[ooc: open for the weekend!]
(As a matter of fact, that's not too far from the truth-- the good guys usually pack a mean punch.)
To the ordinary Milliways customer, he might not look any different from usual: deer-in-the-headlights eyes, slightly hunched stance, gloves and goggles intact. The sharp-eyed observer, however, will notice that Dr. Horrible is dressed in white, not red. He seems... somehow... less evil.
With a rabbit-like glance around the bar, Dr. Horrible moves away from the doorway. You can find him (barely) standing or, before long, gently trembling in a booth.
[ooc: open for the weekend!]