[OOM: The Staff Hallway]

[mnt_raph]

[OOM: Moving Day
Or:"Clearly the point of this thread is that Raph is roped into everything."

starring: Sallie Reynolds, Michaelangelo, Raphael, and Splinter.]

(dog star)

[scarred_grin]

So, back in the day, his brother had spent nine nights in a tree, and even though everything before and since has been all peaches and gravy, people treat his sacrifice to himself as though it were the greatest and most painful sacrifice anybody has ever made, pobrecito--never mind that some gods have been imprisoned and tortured since the end of the last ice age, and would have given both their eyes for a cakewalk nine-day punishment where at least there's sunlight and rainwater and no snake-venom constantly dripping--but he's not bitter, he just observes; and, having learned some years ago that his two lady-avatars have birthdays bookending a span of nine days, he has set that time aside as an inverse of his brother's famed sacrifice, a gift to himself, in which he doesn't have to do anything he doesn't want to do, which of course means Weyland will be spending the week oiling his mechanical hands on his own but he's a big boy and made his own bed, and that is quite enough for one sentence.

Long story short, Loki and human-shaped baby Egil are stargazing down on the beach, having the sort of conversation they can only have now while Egil's too young to understand, and then not again until he's old enough that it won't give him nightmares, because the Norse world is a horrifying place.

"That there, that's your uncle Egil's toe," he says, pointing to one of the stars. "He was the finest archer the world has ever seen, and the one you're named after, but he wasn't half the woodsman your mother is. And those there, they're your grandfather's eyes--that's why he never really sees us, he's looking from too far away. But that bright one, that one right there, that's mine. It's the best one in the sky, but maybe someday it'll be second-best, because you'll have a better one if you want to. No body parts, though, just an act of will--that's what we do, puppy. We choose."

Totally botherable. The stars get sharply less interesting from there anyway.

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[gotham_knocking]

Here is someone that some might think hasn't been around lately.  But he's been here. If spending a lot of time coming and going, or with Rapunzel, or just grabbing a drink.  But today, Knox is sitting in a comfy chair, dozing.  Sometimes you need a nap.

But he is very wakeable.  Come and see!

(no subject)

[thefirststark]

[OOM: Howard takes Helena for a flight]

(no subject)

[mergich_singer]

There's a big cat in the bar today, even though she doesn't look like it.

She is still wearing her long, long fur dress-coat and white headscarf, but in concession to the warmth of the season her feet are bare and the fur of the beautiful rosette-patterned hooded dress is shorter and finer than when she first crossed the mountains into the bar.

She is sat at a table on the edges of the bar with a cup of rapidly-cooling Earl Grey tea, which is presently being ignored in favour of the tiny snow leopard cub in her lap. The cub's eyes have been open for a week or two; they are still blue, though not the unearthly, nebula-blue of the lady's own eyes, and it is just beginning to explore.

(no subject)

[morethanprops]

Moist has a new silk tie, its one of the luxuries that he bought with the proceeds of a job that went off beautifully. In his pocket, there are some other silk pieces that he might share with Joshua or Helena, Helena would appreciate them and Joshua needs to learn how to dress, but if not, they make him happy.

His suit is seersucker in a light blue color, the tie is a darker shade of blue with a hint of design on it that's not easy to pin down and he loosens his tie and collar as he enters. At the counter, he orders a gin and tonic before turning his stool to watch Milliways, he loves what he does.

OOM: Seyda Neen, 16 Last Seed, 3E 427

[moonandstar]

OOM: After this and this...

"Fear not, for I am watchful."


He stumbles in through the door, weak and shaking at the knees - a thin, wiry Dunmer in filthy and tattered clothes, clutching a small parcel and a sack of gold coins.

The Dark Elf blinks slowly. "I'd begun to think I'd dreamed this place," he says.

Then, more quietly. "Perhaps I have."