**splat**

[scots_wolf]

[[Before Milliways: Death In Cologne, 1260]]

Urquhart is falling, and then, he's no longer falling because he has hit the dirty ground in Dranckgasse, and then Urquhart exists there no longer. Eventually, his body is taken away.

Instead, Urquhart lands in the soft snow of somewhere completely different, a black blemish in the pure whiteness. For a moment, he lies dead and broken, singed and bloody.

Then, he lifts his head.

It is winter now, not September, and he is in an achingly familiar landscape, unlike and in continental Europe. He picks up his crossbow and gets to his feet.

His bones are whole, and his face no longer raw from the fire. His hair is there again, and the soot and dried blood starts crumbling and flaking. Everything hurts, but Urquhart has learned to ignore that.

In the early evening light, he can see buildings that look welcoming, perhaps an inn? He walks towards it, opens the door and slips inside. It is an inn, and Urquhart does have money -- all the money from his last contract that went so horribly wrong.

There is a roaring fire, and many patrons, and a bar, and food and drink. But at first, Urquhart stays by the back door and observes, to find out where he has ended up, and perhaps why, and then act accordingly.

He realizes he must look awful.-



[[OOC: No clicky linky if you mean to read 'Death and the Devil' as a suspense novel (it's a good one!), because that OOM contains the book's climax and resolution! Urquhart is dead, and badly shaken, but will pull himself together and ignore his changed aliveness status for the most part.]]

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[thanksrainman]

[OOM: Out of the frying pan, and into the fire.
Warnings for Gus’ filthy language.]

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[notagagagirl.livejournal.com]

She woke up this morning and immediately regretted it.

It wasn't like she woke up anywhere weird or anything - it was her room, her own bed, not that she can remember ever getting there. She must've been wasted - she'd brought the berries she'd been eating with her, along with her guitar, instead of putting it safe in its corner for the night.

But all of that she could ignore, if she didn't feel rather like death warmed over. It's a little like when she had that cold, a little like when she got drugged by Kashaggi's goons, and not at all like either. It's taken her bloody ages to muster enough gumption to grab her guitar and head downstairs.

So now there's a small rocker chick, complete with rockin' guitar, crashed out on the couch. With one hell of a hickey.

(tinytag: A Gothic Winter Tale)

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[notimewarp]

Tim's back in the Bar for the first time in the few days. He's been doing a good job at avoiding it, ever since the scrap he'd had with Enzo.

Today, when he finally decided to crawl out of his bedroom, the Bar was not going to let him out of it, though. When he opened his bedroom door and saw the Bar waiting for him, he just shut it straight away. He and the Bar played this game for a solid five minutes before Tim finally gave in.

So, still in his jimjams, he shuffles across the floor, hoping to get a cup of tea or something. And with his tea, he receives a pair of packages. The first one, his PSX, he's thrilled about. The second one, he's rather a bit confused over. What the hell is Rock Band, and why hasn't he heard of it before?

And now, he's a bit torn. He'd wanted to just forget the whole ordeal. Now, he's not sure if he should be excited over the new game, or feeling like a considerable arsehole.

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[never_misses]

Sam is feeling quite recovered from that flu thing, thank you very much, and glad to be in full possession of his faculties again.
He's sitting at a table with a good view of the bar, cleaning some daggers. They needed a good polishing a while ago, actually, but one does not mess about with sharp objects when one is ill - especially when the illness brings hallucinations with it.

[tiny!tag: Sam]

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[mogget_cat]

There is a Bright Shiner out on the frozen-over lake, this evening. He balances on the balls of his feet, his bare feet, as if seeking to come into as little contact with the thick lake ice as possible (though otherwise the cold of the January evening doesn't seem to touch him).

He's currently considering the merits of ice-fishing.

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[findsthesun]

Legolas walks into the bar, with the good cheer of someone who has just returned home from feasting in the Forest (Dorwinion was involved; however, it doesn't seem to have effected his grace or awareness.)

"Milliways," he declares, pleased. "It has been too long."

[OOC: Please see this for details :D; Also open for new threads until his next EP :D]

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[unable-to.livejournal.com]

The door opens, and a woman walks in. This is not an unusal occurrence (for Milliways, anyway. For Trixie it is definitely unusual - she had been leaving the ladies rest-room of a strip club, not what seems at first glance to be an English pub). The woman herself isn't particularly unusual either, being a perfectly normal human female. Albeit a very beautiful one with apparently gravity-defying breasts, in the tiniest of tiny white figure-hugging dresses.

She looks around, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in surprise. How very strange! She looks over her shoulder - the rest-room is still there. So she walks into Milliways, looking around her curiously.

tiny!tag: Trixie
Urquhart

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[maxwellsdemon02]

Well hey, what d'you know.

Duo hasn't been in the bar for more than a month. To be frank, he hasn't been anywhere that his instincts tell him is safe for more than two weeks. Besides the Commander's office in the Preventer building, but you can't really sleep there. Unless you're the Commander. Which he is not.

Letting the door shut behind him, Duo makes his way over to the bar, and gets a cup of coffee. He apparently needs it, with that quality of inner monologue.

He is heavily favoring his right side, having reached that delightful stage of healing which involves no more good painkillers but still plenty of pain.

Duo is still wearing his uniform, and the observant could probably spot the fact that he is also still carrying, which is rare for him here.

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[guppy_sandhu]

[oom: Communicating.]

Guppy is sitting in a booth near the trilobite tank, eating his dinner and helping his toddler to do the same.

He looks on the tired side. Alex, oblivious to this, keeps trying to put mashed potato in the pocket of his dungarees, and repeating the same phrase over again quietly to himself.

"Yes, shh, that's a secret." Guppy says eventually.

"Whadat?"

"Means you can't tell everyone."

Alex stares blankly at him, waits until he stops looking, then stuffs some more mashed potato into his pocket.

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[scots_wolf]

Urquhart is leaning in a dark corner, wrapped in his dark cloak, watching the door.

There is something else behind it every time it opens.

He is eating dried dates, plucking them right from the twig with his strong, white teeth; spitting the stones over his shoulder into the fireplace, some yards away.

Even medieval contract killers have to eat!