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[iustus_rex]

Edmund's player has finally gotten around to making him new icons...

Edmund wanders in from the House of Arch, settling down at a reasonably visible table not so very far away from Bar, with tea and notebook and sketchbook to keep him busy until he finds one of the more-than-several people he'd like to speak with this evening.

Admittedly, just because he's looking for faces he knows doesn't mean he's unwelcoming to those he doesn't.


ETA: Edmund's player is also sick, and therefore is begging slowtime.

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[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex comes over at some point, with two cups of tea.

[iustus_rex]

This is Edmund, looking rather surprised as he accepts one of them.

Not in a bad way.

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex raises an eyebrow as he sits down.

"Do I have ink on my face or something?"

[iustus_rex]

"... No," Edmund says, decisively.

"However, the fact that I'm seeing your face at all is something of a surprise by itself. It's been quite some time since I have."

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

"Ah." He winces. "Yes, I've... had some things I had to deal with on my own, or with Nick. Wasn't really feeling particularly social for a while, there."

[iustus_rex]

"It's understandable," he says, giving Alex a smile over the rim of his teacup. "Certainly for a while there I think I was only coming out of the House of Arch if I was planning to bartend of an evening, so I can hardly blame you for doing similar."

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

"It also means I missed that celebration people here seem so fond of. I'm not one for crowds, and it's not a holiday I know or celebrate, so it felt a little wrong to get involved." He shrugs. "I haven't become as native as Alanna seems to have, I don't think."

[iustus_rex]

"Christmas, you mean?" he asks, setting down the teacup long enough to shove his things to one side and push a chair out in invitation for Alex to join him.

"I think I remember her saying she was planning to go back to your world, for some sort of solstice celebration, but... she certainly does seem to be more active in the community here than either you or I, I suppose."

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

"I think that's what they called it, yes. Nick made biscuits for people."

He smiles and sits down, sipping his tea.

"The winter solstice, yes. It's a lovely festival, really. And it's not really surprising that she's more active here than I am, at least; she is part of Security, after all." His expression darkens for a moment, but he shakes it off and smiles again. "And her Adam isn't from Tortall, so it's only natural she'd spend more time here with him."

[called_lioness]

Hmm.

Well, given the circumstances of their relationship, and also the way Lucy spent last night, it's unlikely she'd seek him out, but she's also, we'll say, drinking tea. Though she's on the couch, curled up in the corner of it, and looking at the fire thoughtfully.

[iustus_rex]

It's... close enough?

She's visible, at least, which means that when he sees her he abandons his table in favor of bringing his things over towards the fireplace.

"Is this seat taken, milady?"

[called_lioness]

She glances up, and smiles, faintly.

"Not that I'm aware of."

[iustus_rex]

"Might I join you, then?"

[called_lioness]

"If you'd like," sitting up a bit straighter, untucking her legs from beneath her.

[iustus_rex]

"I would, I think," he agrees, taking a seat, setting his things down on the coffee table.

"How've you been, Lu?"

[called_lioness]

She shrugs, a little.

"Worried about Caspian, I suppose."

Her cheeks are a bit pinker than normal for a moment, and then it passes.

"You?"

[iustus_rex]

"He makes a very good king," Edmund says, in what may or may not prove to be a tangent. "I spoke with him, yesterday, you see. And he managed to ignore his own worries long enough to rather cleverly catch me in mine."

[last_adam]

*Adam's a face he knows. So he sits down. Why not.*

'lo.

[iustus_rex]

Adam gets a smile!

"Hullo, Adam. Care for something to drink? Other than tea, I suppose?"

Because for all that it's an open restaurant, there's no reason for Edmund not to be a good host, when Adam is sitting at his table.

[last_adam]

*Edmund gets a smile as well! Though it looks a bit more like a smirk, because there aren't enough pictures of DS smiling.*

It's your night off, I think I'll be fine.

*He grins and takes a seat.*

How've you been?

[iustus_rex]

Admittedly, up until tonight Edmund had a sadly limited array of icons himself, so it will pass.

"I didn't say I was offering to make it," he says with a laugh. "But I've been quite well; you?"

[last_adam]

Rather busy, but-


really really well.

*And he smiles like he means it.*

[iustus_rex]

"I'm glad to hear it," he says, eyeing Adam's smile.

"Busy?"

[last_adam]

*Adam shrugs, surely that's not a tinge of red to his cheeks, for the antichrist doesn't blush.*

A bit, yeah. Back and forth between here and Tortall, working, getting yelled at...

[iustus_rex]

Not without damn good reason, at least. (Literally? Perhaps.)

"Do tell," Edmund invites.