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[no_justice]

He's by the fireplace today on one of those very comfortable armchairs. His feet are crossed up on the coffee table and there's a copy of the Times open over his face. The tool of his trade is resting against the chair back, in easy reach for when he gets up.

It's a very odd position to find a skeleton in, but this is Milliways, after all.

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[stubborn-annie.livejournal.com]

Harry might be outside, but Annie is indoors; she needs a bit of a breather from the shop just now. She tends to sit by the fire when she comes to the bar, so she settles down at a chair nearby.

It takes her a moment to realise someone has brought the farm implement to end all farm implements into the Bar.

[hapan-heiress.livejournal.com]

[not sure how long i'm truly around, but i had to taaag]

There's a four year old little girl looking at him, her head tilted to the side, a stuffed tauntaun in her arms.

Huh. He's got his feet on the table. That's a no no.

"No feets on table!" She announces, hands going to her hips.

[madetomend.livejournal.com]

Sally quietly watches Death 'sleep' from a spot not far away.

He's quite handsome, really.

[brotherspider]

Well, this ought to be the king of all coincidences, or perhaps not. It's not every day that you see Death, or at least not in the personification form, but if so...one should take advantage of the perks of being able to speak to him. What are those? Well, if you can't get information from the man who has seen it all - literally - then who can you? And, well, wouldn't you know it? Spider DOES have something on his mind... The swarthy gentleman god-fellow steps over to where Death is.

"Just to be sure, you are Death, right? The Grim Reaper and not some sort of creature that merely takes the form of Death?

Hey, in Milliways, you never know. His senses told him it was Death Incarnate, but it's always good to be sure about it.