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[dreamed_a_dream]

The past few weeks have been a struggle. Slowly Fantine has been eating, growing in strength, and above all watching, alwaysin the background, just at the fringe of anything going on.

She has a room now, a room which up until now has been her refuge, her way of quietly building confidence. In that room, she has been building up a stockpile. She has a good eye for fabric, for what size people are on average, and she has been sewing. Tenatively at first, and building in passion and intensity. (Fantine can be just as intense and passionate as her daughter's love's companions.)

However, there's something about the sun coming through her window this morning that gives her confidence. She brings a sewing kit and a huge basket downstairs, and sets up shop at a table. She's wearing a lovely, carefully made new dress, but she herself is still pretty thin, and the threadbare shawl that she came into Bar with is still around her shoulders.

She asks Bar for a sign, which she sets up on the table.

Textiles by Fantine

Pre-made and made-to-order clothes.

She's sewing, but she'd be more than happy to answer questions or have a chat.

[ooc: Calling uncle for the night, everyone. I'll get back to tags tomorrow. Post is still open for new tags, if anyone wants to talk to her.]

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[crabbycustomer]

Right now, Karkat likes being nocturnal. He is in an unusually bad mood, even for him, and there is nobody to yank on his collar except for him, so it's better to be down here when nobody is around.

For the last little bit, he has been poring over the cloud atlas, looking for some peek at the future that's coming for his friends, and he's lost track of time; the sun is well up now, but he's still at his table, flipping through the endless pages of the giant golden tome.

[OOC: He's more-than-usually crabby at the moment, but if anyone wants to talk or just wants a peek at the big book of plot device...]

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[mr_gaeta]

The day after his confession, a knock on Gaeta's door interrupted him from...not much, to be honest. Startled only by its unexpectedness at first, his surprise redoubled when he made his way to the door and found Louis standing there.

How long has it been? Louis asked.

Gaeta swallowed, and pressed a hand to his mouth to regain his composure. Only a day, he whispered at last. You?

Hope lit Louis' eyes. Just a day for me, too.

And so it's continued. After months of Milliways trying to catch its uneven balance between Gaeta and Galactica, somehow -- who the frak knows how -- the minutes and days have finally aligned. Every evening, Louis has been able to visit for a couple of hours; they never do much beyond talk, or occasionally share a meal, but the routine anchors Gaeta a little more firmly against the buffeting emotional tides.

Once, Louis remarks about how good it is to have food that doesn't taste like it was scraped out of a lake. (Apparently, the algae processors have been going through a rough spot that no amount of salt can hide.) Hours later, Gaeta's still thinking it over, remembering the earlier suggestions that he find a hobby that'll get him out of his room.

So, in short: he's back in the kitchen with a stack of cookbooks, poring over them as he sips from a small glass of wine.

Hopefully he's actually allowed back here, and not in imminent danger of being kicked out.

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[bloodyvirgo]

The Window here in Milliways has been showing the end of the multiverse for long time, and for most who have been here for more than a few weeks, it become background decor, just another quirk of this place like the fish in the fireplace, or the yellow bra mounted above the bar.

Tonight, though, is special. The last few, brilliant flashes of the current universe in the window, ends, and rather than cycling over to a new one, a pair of heavy red curtains fall over the window with an audible thump.

For a long few minutes, nothing happens, then, they open again, a multicoloured spirograph spinning there idly for a few moments. The song currently playing on the speakers changes abruptly and...



The last image stays there for a long while, flames burning and cackling and tattered curtains moving in an unseen breeze before the scene changes once again.



When the last few, reverberating strains fade, so does the image on screen, and everything continues per the norm.



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(strange interlude)

[scarred_grin]

...long story short, Loki's at the point of pretty desperately needing some sort of diversion, something to put him in better spirits, and the only one currently at hand involves bringing Egil to the bar for some dessert, because who can be anything other than happy around a fox cub eating ice cream? So here they are, Loki wearing a scarf like a sling for his son to ride around in, so he can see what's going on and climb out onto the bar once they get there...

His route takes them within a few feet of the jukebox, which takes that moment to strike up a song he knows all too well. There's a perfectly sensible reason for this, but never mind that; he's taking this and running with it.

"Mmm... honey, you know exactly what I like," he murmurs, giving the jukebox his most charming grin. "My husband's normally the one who's into the mechanical, but a sense of humor gets you everywhere with me, and... no, they say I'm all 'anything that moves' but really it's 'consenting adults,' and I haven't met an underage jukebox since they stopped making Walkmen... tell you what. Catch up with me after I've had a few more drinks and we'll make something happen."

But first, he's got to keep a promise about some ice cream, so it's over to the bar he goes, Egil giving his chirpy little puppy-barks on the way.

Totally botherable.

Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth is rubbing his eyes as he enters because he's not certain when he last slept. Last night he worked for a while and then today was full of court matters that he had to attend which is why he's in his surcoat and sword. He's not neat anymore because it was a long day but matters coming into place for the Southerlings and he only had to address everyone twice.

The hope of some sleep and then maybe some work on a few ideas he has would have been nice but he can do that later. As he orders a wine, a napkin appears and he sighs and nods before getting out the cocktail book.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Stone Fence
Border Crossing
If you're involved in politics in any way, your drink is half off.

(OOC: At 1:30 am, I'm off to bed and will be tagging slowtimes tomorrow. This is open until the next Happy Hour goes up.)

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[goodnight_nightvale]

History Week is coming up in Night Vale, so Cecil is at one of the tables with some City Council-approved books, researching tidbits for the show. Periodically, he takes notes on his phone.

Times like this, he does miss having pens.

Forge post

[ostro_goth]

Teja is in the forge today, working on blades.

He is sitting at the whetstone at the moment, moving the treadle and sharpening a dagger upon it.

Sparks fly, but the magical apron, a gift of Xaldin's long ago, protects the bare skin of his arms from their little stings.

The doors are wide open, and the cats are lounging in the open windows, on the stones around the currently banked forge-fire, and on the log before the forge door. Teja will speak to all and any while he works, for those would buy or maybe merely watch, or ask; his forge is open to friends and strangers both, as is his custom.

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[nerves_of_ice]

[OOM:

Part 1: "This demonstration was for your benefit. Remember it."

Part 2: Reconnaissance - Košice, Slovakia

]

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[shufti]

It's been a busy week for Shufti at home, with Leah starting Kindergarten and Jack getting into detention again. Then there was the visit to the vet, which told them that the puppy was not in fact a beagle, but a basset hound, which was why it kept falling over its ears.

Shufti has been looking in a book about dogs between keeping an eye on the bar for her Security shift, and has been somewhat disappointed to learn that Chase the puppy is going to grow into a four foot long giant of a dog that can get up but can't get down stairs. He does keep pulling that face at her though, maybe some sort of gate would do.

Currently Chase the puppy is sitting under the table, chewing on a big rubber bone. Now and again, there's a satisfied squeak.