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[with_his_tail_high]

It is Mardi Gras.

The cat has not had his gender reversed, nor has he been dressed in a costume of any sort. Which is good, because he would Not Approve of that sort of thing.

He is, however, strolling around the bar and looking endearingly at people in the hopes that he will get a treat. Hey, it's called "Fat Tuesday" for a reason, you know.

Mardi Gras EP

[aeons_crackshot]

Guess who forgot what day it is?

Annabelle is staring at her new, er, costume. "Fucking Milliways," she says with a sigh.


At least she can take the Big Freaking Gun apart and see how it's put together, which is an improvement over SOME of the costumes she's been saddled with.

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[azure-mercy.livejournal.com]

It's that time of year again! Zhaan is outside in the garden, breaking the frosted soil of her garden plot with a hoe and mixing in compost from a nearby wheelbarrow. When this task is done, it will be time to arrange the soil into furrows - or little mounds, depending upon what she intends to plant where.

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[fiery_ring]

0500 hours: landed in Gibralta, inside a large crate of army supplies.
0623 hours: scaled twenty foot fence with barbed wire to cross border into Spain.
0735 hours: reported in at safe house.
0925 hours: secured accommodation. Dropped off stuff.

Carlotta enters Milliways from somewhere quite sunny for November. It's been a productive morning.

She stops at the bar for a coffee, and to look through the job adverts in the morning newspaper she bought on the way. The sooner she integrates into the area the better.