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[sunbaked_baker]

Near the edge of the forest, under the winter stars, there is a bright light flickering. Nightmares have driven Sunshine from her bed, and she knows she won't get back to sleep any time soon. So rather than fight the nightmares she knows she can't defeat, she has decided to practice defeating those she can, in the waking world.

Practice has made her better at animating figures for her to fight, though it still takes concentration to keep the spell going, even with the Merlin's Circle aiding her. Her hope is that the physical and mental exertion will be enough to get her back to sleep later, before the sun rises.

The two solid shadow-shapes Rae has called up strike quickly against her, forcing her to keep moving as she fights. The knife she wields shines like a miniature sun in the darkness, Sunshine and her opponents casting long shadows far back into the trees.

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[alsoagreengrass]

In preparation for the new school year, which Scorpius has become determined to enjoy, he has a bit of a new look about him. His hair is shorter and neatly styled - not as floppy anymore! - and the majority of his clothes are new and tailored to fit.

He's also got his Seventh Year supplies, but that's about where the preparations end. He's got lots of packing to do still and he's hanging around Milliways.

There are far more exciting things to do than packing, after all.

Like: Studying a piece of wood. Fascinating, that.

He's looking closely at two scraps, comparing their differences. He has Red with him too, but he's paying no mind to her as she drinks from his mug of butterbeer; the wood is just that fascinating.

[OOC: Likely the last post, though maybe not the last thread, for him before the great Milliways move, so this is open until then.]

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[27_53]

There is a man with wings sitting at a table in the main area of the bar.

Correction: there is a man with wings sitting ON a table in the main area of the bar.

He's not wearing a shirt or coat -- simply a pair of well broken-in jeans and a tattered pair of black boots. He's got puzzle in his hands -- a Rubik's Cube, to be exact -- roughly half-solved.

(He hasn't been trying to solve it, however. He's trying to make sure that all the different colors are spread out on all sides of the cube. It's much more decorative this way.)

A waitrat occasionally squeaks at him in an effort to get him to take his feet off of the tabletop, but from a distance -- they don't like coming near him. He's too much of a predator for its liking.


[He's botherable and post is open!]

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[thefirststark.livejournal.com]

Time for a bit of quiet time, away from the base and the war. Sort of. The book Howard is reading is an account of the aerial part of the Battle of France. By a man of some reputation as a flier as well as a writer, a man Howard admires. It's quite a gripping book.

But not so much so that Howard won't say hello.

[ooc: mun needs sleep - will resume in slowtime when awake.]

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[queenofmay]

Marian has been outside for a long while now. The cloak around her shoulders is thick and long, rippling in the strong gusts of sharp winter wind. It doesn't seem to be effecting her expression as she watches the lake, where the Hope is still frozen.



But her cheeks are fiercely pink and snow, like diamond dust, continues to fall and stick in her long dark hair.


[OOC: All threads are before Guy's.
Also, open until it scrolls.]

Happy Hour!

[tesla_bot]

"Bar. Sweetheart. Could you do me a tiny, little favor?"

A napkin appears and Robo reads it before sighing.

"Yeah, sure, get some rest first. I'll cover."

Specials
Things I know how to mix, 10% off. `
You get to guess how good I am at bar tending.

"Happy hour is on folks."

[OOC: Open until the next one.]