Anton Gorodetsky - Main Bar

[melomancer]

And there's a creepy doll
That always follows you
It's got a ruined eye
That's always open

It has been a long few weeks for Anton and an even longer few hours as the clean up of an unlicensed witch turned sour. Why must they always try and fight? It always ends badly and always more costly than if they had just accepted their due. Oh well, who can understand the Dark?

Finding Milliways instead of the street level is a blessing as he has not yet had breakfast and lunch was a long time ago, while dinner never even happened. A contented sigh hides a soft click, clack but Anton does turn when he noticed the door didn't close behind him. Turning with a frown, he pushes the door closed and heads for the bar. Coffee first.

[tiny tag: creepy doll.]
[[OOC: And so the Creepy Doll plot begins. See this backroom post for more information.]]
[[[OOC: Also, Anton is open for tags or reactions to something scuttling about your legs for the Creepy Doll if you'd like. Just put the reaction tags under Creepy Doll's for clarity if you don't mind.]]]

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[souffle_girlek]

The front door opens with a blast of cold air, almost cold enough to hide the smells of an early industrialized city - the coal smoke, the horses, the Thames. A serving girl steps through, burdened with a tray full of empty tankards, momentarily more occupied with fishing the edge of her dress out from under the door than where she is.

"Oh... my stars." No wait, she's caught up to speed now.

Stiles Stilinski's First Entrance (for real this time!)

[whatisastiles]

Stiles Stilinski is trying to solve one of the greatest mysteries of his young life, and he's six now, so he's knows from mysteries. Mom and Dad are taking him to a baseball game (Go Beacon Hills Bluebirds!), but he can't find his baseball glove anywhere.

He runs back into his room—Dad says if he's not ready in five minutes they're leaving without him—double checks under the bed, then pulls open the closet. It looks like he took a wrong turn on the way to Narnia, cause he's just walked into some sort of restaurant, and some of the people there definitely don't look like they belong in Beacon Hills.

He reacts pretty much as you'd expect a boy this curious and enthusiastic about the world would.

"This is so cool!"



[ooc: Stiles doesn't know that his 16 year old self was just here the other day. Be a doll and don't tell him, kay?]

[OOM]

[mnt_mike]

[OOM: Cookies and confusion, tonight at 11.
Starring: Sallie Reynolds and Michaelangelo]

(birthdayish time)

[scarred_grin]

There's a note left at the bar for Teja--a note attached to a box. The note reads

Happy birthdayish, honey. I expect you to train with these. The fate of the universe just might depend on it.

The box contains a working model catapult [small but powerful], a silicone mold to make skull-shaped candies or ice cubes [the obligatory goth-ness], and an entire case of jello packets [in varying flavors but all of them red].

The note isn't signed, but it probably doesn't need to be.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter (harpsichord) plays Bach

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter is seated at the harpsichord this evening, in shirtsleeves, playing a variety of pieces by Johann Sebastian Bach, not all of them written for the instrument. But transposing other work for a two manual harpsichord isn't very hard.

He has a glass of the viognier Sunshine chose for him the other day, sipping lightly in between the pieces.

He does not seem to mind the audience and does pay people some passing attention as he carries on playing.



[[meta: hannibal is always the worst at helping. even when he is helping. for all others, terms and conditions still apply!]]

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[guppy_sandhu]

[ooc: Following this]

Guppy comes out of the infirmary and leaves a note for Charles. Due to his latest patient being startled, he has the three infirmary waitrats sitting on his shoulder; they disperse as he sits at the bar.

( Charles Xavier )

He is startled by the oldest Infirmary Waitrat, Aesclepius, suddenly scurrying back at elderly rat pace and climbing up his leg into his jacket pocket, where he sits and trembles.

"Aesclepius?" Guppy peers to see what startled his tiny colleague, and thinks he sees something scuttling under a table... it looks kind of like a tarantula... he gets his stun gun out of his pocket, grabs a corner of the tablecloth, and lifts it up.

Nothing there.

Definitely looked like it had legs.

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[claudiometer]

There was a ping on Claudia's kill file earlier.
While she's relieved the Regents don't seem to be trying as hard to keep her from seeing it these days, she's still a little unnerved by its existence in the first place - and she wants to know just what it is they changed, when these things happen. So she checked.
Turned out it was just Joshua adding a note that no one's allowed to act on it without at least running it by him. Probably not without actively involving him in some capacity, either, knowing him. That's good; she'd rather have him there, if at all possible.
In any case, she needs to not think about that, so she's at a table with the beginnings of Yet Another Tesla Project. This one's going to be a grenade, if she can figure it out.