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[acts_of_gord]

Well, they took the bandages off for good and Gordon's about where they thought he'd be in terms of healing and overall condition. Which is to say that he's got some impressive slice-and-burn scarring around the area where the medics did their best reconstructive work on the right side of his face, but a fair bit of it's covered by the best eye patch they could improvise.

(He had to make the reproachful face for three whole minutes before they agreed not to give him one with the Resistance lambda on it.)

Just at the moment all he wants is a beer and a burger, and maybe a copy of Forgotten Eagle: Wiley Post, America's Heroic Aviation Pioneer, but he'll say hi if anybody stops by his table.

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[janebecomes]

Jane has been doing a great deal of writing, but Mr. Wisley's offer and the pressure of her mother and Lady Gresham are constantly on her mind. She is aware that Henry is still in contact with Tom, but she has not asked questions of him, it is best to go forward and not look for what might have been.

Milliways hasn't been on her mind, there are points she has missed it when she finds her notes on the people of Milliways and thinks of the fine food but she tries not to dwell upon it.

Thus she is rather surprised to find Milliways instead of her room when she opens the door while searching for more ink and sand. She stops for a moment before smiling and approaching the counter, where first she gets her supplies and then some tea. It has been too long and she has missed the company and opportunities that Milliways offers.

Not the first entrance, but a returning.

[mergich_singer]

The snow has blown into Milliways tonight, powdery and light as music.

At least... it is light at first, but it grows, crescendos, soft but inexorable, until the lakeside and the mountains and the Forbidden Forest are shrouded in fairytale white.

And drifting in with her song rumbling off the mountains is the snow leopard, blue-eyed as heaven, as casually as if she'd only come stalking her prey over the roof of the world, as calm as if she'd meant it all along.

(And perhaps she did mean it. Or perhaps she only seeks a change from the mountain goats, so fleet-footed and stringy.)

The next morning, there is a woman at the lake in sturdy sensible fur-lined boots and a long, long fur coat with the hood pulled up over her head, though a few strands of long dark hair are flying loose in the breeze. She is watching the water with eyes as blue as the world from a great height, and wondering if she might come inside.

Which do you see, cat or woman? Whichever you see, you'll hear her music.

[OOC: Snow leopard in the woods/mountains! Or a woman at the lake, the choice is yours. Specify in your tag or I'll flip a coin!]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: Carlotta takes on Fern, who takes it out on Will. The court guards take out Carlotta, Will takes it out on them. Warning for brief fighting in the middle.]

It's been a really bad day. Carlotta is currently sitting by the fire, holding an ice pack over her eye. And totally not crying, it's just her eye watering...