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There's an explosion at the bottom of the stairs, resounding throughout the entire bar, shaking dust from the rafters and setting all the bar glass to ringing.  The door frame shatters in an explosion of splinters, brick and plaster.  Two bodies, locked in combat, tumble through into the main bar.

One body is easily ( Read more... )

Elizabeth doesn't know what to expect from her first baby shower and is, in fact, rather apprehensive when she arrives in the bar this evening. Not that she would let reticence keep her away however, and once the door is shut and she's had a chance to look around she is too busy taking in the decorations to concern herself with how strange the ( Read more... )

Mel has been making a list of everyone who's had a comparable recent vampiric encounter in the bar. The list is on the back of an envelope, but for Mel to write anything down at all means it's important:

Jane Austen; Kate Bishop; Joan Holloway; Bela Talbot; Nita Callahan

It's a regular epidemic, and Mel is pissed. There's also a note left for ( Read more... )

X slips downstairs, pausing to pin her Security badge to her belt. After obtaining her laptop from Bar, she settles in a corner booth, flipping it open and pulling up a few relevant documents.

Like shift schedules for brothel security. And account sheets.

Someone, after all, has to do the heavy lifting.

[ooc: Open until it falls off the front

Deaths don't worry Mel; they happen and it sucks, but it is just part of her existence. Asking questions while the thinkers get on with their thinking is also not a problem

One thing is a problem; the line in the post-mortem report that says Exsanguination from a wound to the neck. Peri/post-mortem. See me for details if necessary. - and the ( Read more... )

Alanna has been in and out of the bar more than usual the last few days, armed with books and better warding spells from her communications with Numair. The latest spell has her better pleased than its predecessors, and she's not scowling quite as much this time when she returns from checking on the crime scene. She looks around and takes a seat ( Read more... )

Reading is dangerous ( Read more... )

Harth has blood steaming in a mug, a book, and a slightly disturbing grin.

He's also sitting on the floor, leaning against the bar and stretching out his legs just far enough to really irritate anyone trying to walk past.

Business as usual!

[OOC: You got it. Carkeys bait for Butch Ada and Emily Linus.]

"This is toyMel is having an argument with a bit of wood ( Read more... )

Harth is bored.

Frankly, it's a fairly common occurrence these days. You kind of expect one thing or another when you die - peace, everlasting torment, whatever, and Harth was not expecting this level of boredomThe sulk currently in progress is practically visibly exuded from his pores as he sits flopped on a barstool, leaning on his elbows and ( Read more... )