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Leonard Snart had seen a lot in the last few years. First Barry and his speed, causing so many problems in Central City (and at least two trips to prison he could have done without), then the Waverider and the time travelling part of it. Truly, waking up after his fight with Mick into a strange place, where he was told he was in 'quarantine'? He was at the stage of shrugging and just rolling with it.

He absorbed as much as he could about his new surroundings in the time in quarantine. After all, what was the point in wasting it? Maps, general information about who was there, anything was devoured in an attempt to make the best of it. Because he was so good at it, and all this was was somewhere new to rob blind.

His bruises had pretty much faded by the time they opened the door. That was fine. The outfit was basic, but then, it was most of the time. He could deal. It wouldn't take long to find some decent clothes.

With his usual swagger in place, and a faint half smile plastered on, Captain Cold stepped out into the main area, surveying his surroundings. It may look like he was being casual about it, but he was taking every single thing in. First order of business - explore every single square inch of this place that he could. Firstly to check for hidey holes that could be used; secondly to check that they were truly stuck here; thirdly... there was bound to be something to steal. The technology was beyond anything even on the Waverider. Fencing it could be more of a problem, but it was nothing he hadn't worked with before. Was there a black market in place? If not, it could be a great little sideline.

Opportunities. That's what he had. If he was away from his friends (and who knew who was actually his friend right now), opportunities was the next best thing.

[Len's in full on charm mode right now. He's as approachable and as curious as he ever will be.]

Mog's Cafe

May. 17th, 2016 09:58 am
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Maggie had managed nearly a full two hours in the dreariness of her living quarters before she abandoned them to start exploring her new home. It was something she'd always suggested to the drops ins at home and felt it would be hypocritical of her to not follow her own advice.

While she walked, she thought about taking a few weeks as a sort of vacation. She'd never taken one at home, never taken so much as a day off at the cafe, or as the town's caretaker. Now, there was nothing pressing on her - no business to run, no drop ins popping into being in front of her, confused and disoriented. It would be nice to focus on just herself for a while.

That had lasted almost a full day before she was climbing the walls.

Remembering the cafe she and Finn had passed on their way to their living space, Maggie had headed out two days after she'd arrived and sought out the proprietor. She was fairly certain he wasn't human, but he spoke English, so that was at least a starting point. When she began outlining that the place was filthy, needed both order and someone competent to run it, his eyes had widened and a smile showed some truly spectacularly bad teeth. Apparently, he'd realized that with someone running the cafe, he could spend more time drinking and watching screen. He'd hired her on the spot.

It hadn't taken long to get the place cleaned, and she was working on keeping it that way. A few of the regulars had grumbled off, upset at the change, but newer customers had taken their place and it all balanced.

Now she was running the bar, keeping an eye on the servers, and introducing Sanctuary to the joys of a properly made coffee that in now way resembled roofer's tar.

And damn if she wasn't happy with all of it.

"Can I help you?" she asked without looking up when she sensed someone take the seat in front of her.

Info on Mog's Cafe can be found on the wiki. Come in for coffee or a drink, or just to say hi. Open to all. Tag Maggie or top level for anyone else to tag.
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There were no flashing lights, no alarms. The doors to the quarantine chambers simply opened, the whoosh of seals breaking was the only fanfare.

Quarantine was on a quiet level of the station, a gently pulsing light set into the wall leading the chamber's temporary residents out into the station proper. Outside, station officials wandered by but paid no particular attention to the newcomers; new arrivals were nothing new to them, just a fact of life on Sanctuary. New people arrived in the chambers, station staff logged them, and the computers arranged everything else. So they went about their business, eyes glued to the screens they held.

Of course the newcomers weren't aware of any of this. Anyone who called out to the station staff was greeted with a wan smile and directed toward one of the many terminal screens lining the walls of the large open space between the central tower and the rest of the station.

The terminal screens asked for a fingerprint before offering any additional information. Their names flashed up with a map to their new home in the living quarters and some basic information on the currency contained in the chip in their hand and what it might buy them. A brief explanation of the silver communication unit followed, and then the news of the past twenty-four hours played. War on planets in a neighbouring system, the weather on a vacation world, sports scores for a game that seems a cross between lacrosse, hockey, and quidditch. Nothing of use, of course, nothing that could get them off the planet.

The quiet entrance to the living quarters was on one side of the atrium, and the sounds of a bustling marketplace that could not be contained came from a much wider opening on the other. People of all shapes, colours, and species walked through the space along with station officials and technicians using their tablet like screens, dark uniformed security officers chatting as they strolled their patrols.

The station carried on obliviously while the newcomers watched, each with only their credit chip, a place to live, and a basic outfit. Clearly that was all the welcome they were to expect; what happened next would be up to them.

[[Gathering post and opening of Sanctuary RPG. Put in your characters coming out their quarantine]]

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