Mar. 4th, 2013

awesome_binomial_theorems: (sidelong)
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A bored Moriarty is - ...

Well. It's not a terrible thing. There aren't any fires or anything, although that could change in time.

He's carved out a little corner of the bar for his anxious pacing, where there is, amongst other things, no less than ten sixteen-by-sixteen Sudokus pinned to the wall, three Rubiks Cubes, a half dozen newspapers with various words outlined seemingly at random (and various notes attached - one edition of the Times has a massive 'INVESTIGATE DEMONIC ACTIVITY' scribbled on it in red), and a quarter empty bottle of whiskey.

Moriarty himself doesn't look too great. His coat is flopped over the back of a chair, his waistcoat undone, his cravat who-knows-where, his shirt missing several buttons near the neck, and he has a reddish cut over his eye that's probably an hour or two old.

Botherable.
cutting_edgex23: ([solo] on the hunt (pretty))
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[OOM: Winter in Ambergeldar means lots of snow, and also an impromptu siege.]
slayer_fray: (are you crazy?)
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As of this thread...


Mel leaves a note with the bar, that will be served up to every patron who falls under the "vampire" umbrella:

Friendly Reminder from Security:

Do not eat any of the patrons in the bar. Even the dumbass idiots who ask for it.

- Mel.


After a moment's thought, she adds a postscript:

Take it upstairs if you have to.


And a post postscript:

Remember, being a moron is not consent.