Crack a bottle in celebration

[Nick Sleet]

Nick sleet limps in, his suit jacket ripped and torn. He flashes the victory sign, then collapses on a chair. Pulling out 4 flip notebooks, he spreads them out on the table and begins scribbling furiously, switching between the books and muttering to himself.

[Henry Gondorf]

Henry strides into the bar feeling ten feet tall to the sound of Sally raising the roof high. The crudely made stick ball razor bat hung in his hand dripping with foulness, the reek of spent gun powder lost in the lingering poison, and him beaming with pride. It felt as though the conductor on this mad train ride met his well deserved fate.

He reclaimed his bag as he righted his hat once more now that the excitement ended. The only victim he saw was yet another coat bound for one brave tailor.

Maybe it was the thrill of rebuking the advancing tide of wrenched manics right outside the door. Perhaps it was having tangoed with the godly hulk twice again with only a weary arm and buckets for footwear with nary a dry sock in sight. Whatever the reason Henry raised high an absent glass to join in.

"There are good ships, and there are wood ships, the ships that sail the sea. But the best ships are friendships and may they always be!" Henry then looked around, " now on to solve the question of my missing drink."

[Heather N]

"Do not sell yourself short Sally. You were just as great as everyone else out there."

She smiled, took a sip of her water, and sighed. Her eyes shot over to the doctor as she spoke and Dallas raised a brow. She shrugged to herself and turned her attention to the jukebox near by.

"I am sure if we play around with these buttons a bit we can get something to come out. A little music would only be fair for what we had to go through to get the power back."

She laughed a little bit, though the thought of what happened in that awful building still made her stomach turn slightly.

[Greige]

Jackal saunters in, long hair stuck to his face with sweat and a wolfish grin on his face. The sword at his hip is clean of blood, but not the memories of poor, poisoned innards, but the shield in his hand is crackle-finished with dried blood.

He walks to the corner of the diner and leans back against the wall, watching Sal goof around. Jackal laughs, low in the throat, something between amusement and a hungry growl, then realizes that Sleet is nearby. His eyes slit, his grin widens, and he slips in to the suited man's right, swiping at one of the notebooks.

"Bit public for a dear diary, don't cha think?"

[Nick Sleet]

Nick looks up at Jackal and smirks as the other man sees the cryptic cipher on the notebook pages. "Now that we have a moment to breathe, I need to organize my case notes while I still remember subtle details. It's amazing how many unsolved cases there are around here..."

He grimaces. "Also, I'm too tired to sew this coat up."

[Greige]

Jackal eyes the cipher with disdain, then tosses the notebook back to Sleet. "Bunch of gibberish. Boring."

He reaches up with his arms, stretching like a cat. "Don't you do anything besides...you know, investigate?"

[cathy]

Zoey looks back to Gus and gives him a shakey smile.

"I hope so, I didn't realize the fission reactor would be that unkept." She points to the blood vial. "A precautionary test that will hopefully prove that the seals inside the plant were stable."

She pauses and glances around the room. "Everyone looks fine. I am just concerned about the upkeep of the plant. The fuel rods are almost nill, they are a special formula too. One I have never heard about. The plant will need more because the ones in use are below 10% efficiency."

Zoey sighs, "I am probably going to try and leave Whisper Hill for a short while during this lull and go back to my lab in Mass. I need to contact my corporation asap and it bothers me all my previous attempts haven't been answered. It isn't like it is more than a 2 hour drive from here."

[redraverfae]

Hanging back by the Professor's psychiatrist booth, Red Raver's totally white-girl-trippin' along to music as she watches all the rest of the peeps.

At some point, though, she be-bops over towards the Amizon booth and lets people know:

"After all of that stuff we went through, I'm going to need to ditch this place for a bit in May and visit an ENT specialist; it'll be when most of you guys are coming back together. That said, fear not! I can totally still make whatcha need and transfer it to your accounts, or pick up other stuff that Mr. Jones can have ready for you. Plus, through me you can get it at discount!" Red gestures her right hand into a small pistol shape and winks and 'shoots' a finger at Mr. Sleet. "Want to have your guns use Chemistry? Help or hinder with Poison? Paralyze people in their tracks via delivered Medicine? Slam the Moths down with Sound? I can make it all, dudes!"

And then she pops the ear-buds back in and starts bobbing just her head around in time to some unheard beat by the rest of the crew, leaning against the wall while perched on the wobbly wooden stools the diner had.

[Nick Sleet]

Nick finishes a note and snaps one notebook closed, stuffing it into his bag. "Oh sure, I plan on stuffing my face when lunch is served. I'd surf the net, but apparently wi fi comes here to die and my cell phone can't keep a charge..."

He sits back on the stool. "But were you thinking in more metaphorical terms? At this point I'm enjoying the adrenaline high from surviving..."

[Greige]

"Survival? Every day needs surviving, or you're dead." Jackal pauses for a moment. "Or at least, you might be. And surf the net? There is more fun to be had off the net, you know. Like causing havoc. A little mischief. Some trouble."

He leans in until he's face to face with the man, and grins. "I think you could do with some lightening up. Can't enjoy a victory without it."