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[vorpatril]

OOM: Marry me a little,
Love me just enough.
Warm and sweet and easy,
Just the simple stuff.

"Marry Me a Little" from Company

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[cook_the_rude]

[[OOM: Between 'Kô no mono' and 'Tome-wan', Dr. Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham cook. And murder flirt talk. And are cryptically silent.]]

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[vance_prime]

The front door opens.

Two veteran soldiers, weatherbeaten and exhausted, drag themselves into the bar and sag into the nearest booth.

It's not a war they're coming from this time, though.

Yesterday was their twin children's second birthday party.

[ooc: Two pups, two muns, tag one and get both. Open until it scrolls.]

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[i_am_your_host]

The door abruptly opens and the Master of Ceremonies swings in, somewhat breathless, the sounds of brassy jazz music and applause behind him. It takes a few seconds before he realizes he isn't in his dressing room at the Kit Kat Klub. Closing the door, he rests his back against it for a moment and murmurs aloud with mild bemusement to nobody in particular,

"Why am I always the person in the room with hardly any clothes on?"*

For the record, he's still in stage makeup and costume, what little there is of it -- shirtless, suspender harness and all -- just enough to not break any rules.

Dragging his leather coat by the collar, he slinks over to the bar, uninhibited as you please. It's only after he orders a glass of refreshing gin that he decides to slip the coat on, leaving it unbuttoned and unbelted. Tossing his lanky hair out of his eyes, he takes a slow, much-needed pull off a cigarette and exhales a plume of smoke just as slowly.

It's always close to midnight somewhere in the universe.


[*OOC: Actual tweet from Alan Cumming. Slightly NSFW photo unless you want to explain who the Emcee is to a stranger looking over your shoulder.]

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[pro_patria_mortuus]

[Upstairs, the morning after Bossuet's arrival:

"So. June, of 1832?"

Or: fraternity, bad news, and triaging a revolution.]

Outside by the stables, morning

[ostro_goth]

Even before he begins work in the forge today (luckily, his current commission is for trinkets, not blades), Teja takes care of the horses -- his own Bramble, and Cheval, the young horse from Gotland that is in Javert's care. He's not going to take the horse back to his people just yet; none knows if and when Javert will return, and surely, for some weeks, the horse will be as well in Milliways, among the other horses he knows.

Half a year old, Cheval is young and boisterous, well cared for, and well accustomed to his stable mates; he shall be a joy to train, soon, and a joy to ride proudly among other Goths, to race against other horses -- he is fast, that much one can already see.

Teja is taking the horses to their pasture this morning, so they may spend the day grazing under the open sky, seeking shade under some trees when they need to, and race each other when their mood strikes them. They share their pasture with the mare Darjeeling, also in Javert's care, for her owner, some princess Teja has never met. But he does not mind taking her out, also, as she is Cheval's and Bramble's friend, and horses like each others company, being herd animals as they are.

He is leaning on the fence, watching them race each other around the pasture in the morning light, full of energy and equine cheer. Today, he must seek out those involved with Javert and his church, one way or another, and make sure that nothing fall fallow that should be taken care of, so all will be waiting for the man's return that he may wish to have again.

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[death_gone_mad]

She had paddled down the River Lum several times, and she certainly does not remember this stretch of river. Familiar landmarks and bends in the channel gave way to unfamiliar terrain a while ago. But you know what they say about curiosity and cats.

A redheaded teenager paddles her canoe down one of the deeper streams that runs through the forest and spills out into the lake, and it is while floating in the lake that she realizes where she is. "Well well well, that is a novel way of getting here." It has been a while since she's been here, and last time she was here, she was an adult. Last time she showed up as a teenager was... back when that de-aging spell got loose... right? She introduced herself as Sarah and not Keli. But then, her hair was blonder. That might lead to odd looks, but Adult Sarah would have had to explain it anyway, eventually.

While she is remembering the details of her cover, she paddles over to shore and makes her way to the tavern. The buildings are pretty much the same as she remembers when Adult!Sarah last visited: forge, stables, greenhouse, foundation for a building... huh, her teenaged self wouldn't remember that. Now might be a good time to ask.

Catch her outside or at the bar.