Domino wasn't expecting anything but a cup of coffee and a book to read when she went to the bar in the evening. She'd spent the day relaxing in her room, and she moved with much less tension than she had in the days just after her arrival
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The Bar takes Domino by surprise, as always. She pads through the door barefoot in her pajamas, her hair wrapped up in a purple towel. She curses, putting her hand against her forehead for a minute as memories of the bar return
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[Previously: "They have plans. Plans to fuck shit up."There's a terrible rumble throughout the Bar, and one of the front doors shudders once, twice, then a third before bursting open in a wave of sand and a terrible, earth-ending roar on the other side
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Domino is looking extraordinarily pleased with herself. She struts into the bar, giving the room a satisfied look, before grabbing a booth and ordering a book and a tea. The kids' training is coming along great, and if they get better any faster, she'll have to stop calling them kids
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Domino was surprised when the bar took the place of her new quarters. She smiled at the sight of it, pulling her gun off her shoulder. "You're just lurking around every corner." She went to the bar, setting her gun on top of it. She blinked as the gun disappeared, but when it was replaced with a note promising to return it, she just chalked it up
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When Domino comes into the bar, she looks exhausted. Her tattered uniform has been traded in for a dress, which has the benefit of being easy to snag from a laundry line. It's too big for her, and very conservative, but it helps her blend in
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Domino is dressed up. It wasn't her idea, but she can't get out of it. Bar has decided that a skirt is sufficient embarrassment (for now), so she's simply in a purple dress with gold accents. It's not as showy as some of her costumes have been, but she still feels a little awkward in it
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Domino is sitting just outside the door to the woods. She's looking over a fishing rod, fiddling with the reel to get some more line on it. A cooler of beers, and a second cooler half-full of ice are next to her. She's gotten so caught up in dealing with the reel, she stopped walking
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The sound of Domino stomping down the stairs is audible well before she actually arrives in the bar. She looks confused, and quite angry. Her clothing is non-descript, just jeans and a black t-shirt. If you try to take in details, you'll be unable to. Nothing about her clothing is solid, it's like she's stepped straight out of a dream
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