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[alsoagreengrass]

Two days ago, Scorpius had informed his grandparents that he'd finally stopped procrastinating and finished work on the cottage. He never asked them for ownership of it, though the thought had crossed his mind.

Not that he would have had to ask, anyway.

Because, though the winter hols are not for a few more months at home, Scorpius has been receiving gifts there too. With the fast approach of his return to Hogwarts, his family has presented him with three gifts: A silver pocket watch with the Malfoy crest etched on the back, a key to his vault at Gringotts, and a key to the cottage too.

He knows his parents were likely hoping for a better reaction than his excusing himself from their afternoon tea and all but running from the room, leaving the gifts and them behind for a moment to think.

He's an idiot, he knows, for leaving like that, but he's suddenly so confused. About what he had thought he had wanted and how he actually feels.

He's half-hiding in a booth now, with a new hat on his head and a new book in his lap. He traces the embossed letters of the book's title, lost in thought.

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[crabbycustomer]

Karkat is idling down in the bar, waiting for Kanaya. They have plans.

Plans to fuck shit up.

Ok, no, that didn't work. It sounded more badass in his head. Oh well.

Anyway, he's waiting.

[OOC: Post is open but might be slow--all threads take place before he goes off adventurin' with Kanaya.]

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[cloneofarc.livejournal.com]

If you haven't seen Joan in the bar in a while, it's probably because she's hardly ever there. But she's there now, and she's sitting at a table attempting to take apart one of those singing novelty fish that were popular in the 90s. This one happens to be dressed up as a pirate.

Taking the batteries out wasn't good enough, she'd much prefer to use a screwdriver, duct tape, and a Swiss Army Knife on it instead. Anything to keep it from singing again.

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[bloodyvirgo]

[Previously: "They have plans. Plans to fuck shit up."]

There's a terrible rumble throughout the Bar, and one of the front doors shudders once, twice, then a third before bursting open in a wave of sand and a terrible, earth-ending roar on the other side.

The sound ceases abruptly as the doorway disappears, leaving behind a pile of sand, and two dazed trolls laying in a clinging heap on the floor. They're both, covered in sand, dirt, glowing slime, and other, harrier and unmentionable things.

Then, the paler and normally better-dressed of the two begins giggling helplessly. It's not a joyful giggle; instead, it's more along the lines of an 'oh god, we're alive and if I don't laugh I'm going to cry' sort of thing.

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[mr_gaeta]

[Pre-Milliways: Gifts given, for another reason.]

It isn't anywhere close to Solstice season on the other side of the door, but Gaeta's had a good day regardless. He's dressed down far more than usual -- instead of his duty blues, he wears a gray zip-up sweatshirt thrown over his tanks and BDU pants -- and has curled up near the fire with a loosely bound sheaf of papers in hand, perusing through them with a tiny smile on his face.

Louis has done an incredible job of piecing this together. He thinks he might even get some of the basic concepts now, which is a lot more than he could say six months ago.



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