return of the brainkiller

[manofthecity.livejournal.com]

In honor of mentioning she would do it sometime in a Big Back Room Thread, this post exists.

Around the pool table, which is sometimes in the bar and sometimes not, there are many, many people for one pool table.

Carrot Ironfoundersson is sitting on a stool keeping the score (and keeping peace), and next to him is Badger, who is collecting bets. Carrot keeps giving Badger sidelong disapproving looks, but doesn't actually say anything, since gambling is not directly against the Rules.

Greg Sanders is still trying to decide who to bet on -- the underdog keeps changing, see.

Playing are Rose Red, Sariel, Max Evans and Slack -- Thursday Next is hovering, waiting for a chance to get in, and Cole Sear and Kit Rodriguez are watching and sulking, as they were told they're too young to participate.

(Stupid adults.)

Kurt is getting an amazing view from the rafters, and occasionally swiping a strawberry from the bowl Eilinel's holding. Sitting with Eilinel are Sheila and her infant.

In the other corner, Claire Keogh and Mary O'Brien are just talking about pool -- they're both new to it.

And just wait until Tristan Farnon shows up.

[The original purpose behind the multi-pup post returns: help destroy Rue's braincells! Open to all comers, all day, though I do have a couple of classes in there somewhere.]

Comments

[someonesdog]

"Well, yes," she admits. "It's hard to separate a policeman from his badge."

Angua herself is still wearing hers, even though her helemt is under her arm. The badge glints on a leather collar around her neck.

[agnes_nitt]

Agnes catches the glint and smiles sideways. "Or hers?"

[someonesdog]

"Or hers," she admits. "Luckily I can still wear mine undercover, most of the time."

[agnes_nitt]

"Underco-- oh. That would be why the, uh..."

She motions back and forth across her neck.

[someonesdog]

Angua says absolutely nothing about the slightly death-like motion of the hand, and smirks.

"Quite. It makes it harder to lose."

[agnes_nitt]

"Well, that makes sense, I suppose."

Agnes rocks back on her heels and looks out across the game again. She's also not completely oblivious to the looks that Angua is trading with that other Watchman.

"I think I'd like to get something to eat. It was nice meeting you, Angua. See you around?"

[someonesdog]

"You too, Agnes," she replies, letting the witch leave and staying near Carrot. "Bye."