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[mogget_cat]

Someone left their tablet on the bar. This, perhaps, was not a wise move.

The not'cat has found a new distraction, and is intent on surpassing all the owner's high scores.

Thankfully the tablet has a scratch-resistant screen-cover.

Happy Hour

[will_scarlett]

Since Richard's return, life has changed for Will and he's still not certain what to feel of his new world. Once the king reestablished himself, he and his court have gone to rule as Robin goes between them and the work of healing Nottingham. At court, Will or John have always been by his side just as they are his stewards at Locksley and one of the other men who remained is there too. None of them quite fit, but its an honor for the king to hold Robin in such respect but even Robin doesn't find it simple to step back into the life that was once his. Marian is his wife and together they continue to bring hope, but for all that everything is better, there are shadows and memories from the bad times nearby.

Today Will has been trying to make sense of maps and charters with Allan and Tuck to figure out how to settle a land dispute that was put on hold by the Sheriff's abuses. He opens the door of the library in his new greens to show he is still Robin's man with ink on his hands and stares before going to the counter with a sigh, "Been too long."

In return he gets a napkin and smiles before moving behind the counter to find some specials and look for familiar faces. He wonders what's become of Marlowe, he would understand that even a happy ending is complicated.

Happy Hour
Promised Land Martini
Happy Ending
Gunfire
Whiskey
Wine
Rum

Once the special's are carefully written, being a steward has put his writing and reading to good use, he pours himself a generous measure of one of the good bourbons and sits down on the stool.

(OOC: Open until the next Happy Hour goes up. Will is officially through the main plot of his canon.)

Multipup post

[witchfinder_general]

Outside, at a table on the lawn, there is a bottle of wine, a decent Bordeaux of recent vintage, just simple enough to be drunken out of doors.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter has brought the wine outside and has been sharing it with some others; he sits by the table, legs crossed at the knee, reading something on his iPad.

Teja has accepted a glass of wine, but watered it half-and-half as he is thirsty after a day's work in the forge. He's perched on a stone by the edge of the garden, near the lake shore, looking out over the waters, pondering.

Father Harman is sitting at the table as well, reading a book about nuns (it can't always be vampires) and sipping his wine in silence, as the man who so generously shared it doesn't seem to be in a chatty mood. He can probably not tell quite how good he wine is, but he does like it.

Ned Poins is by the woods, and slowly quaffing
The wine accepted from  the man upon the lawn:
Why would a nobleman as that one seems to be
Squander his generosity upon an oaf
Such as Ned Poins? This place is full of strangeness.