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[immortalthief]

The front door opens to 2014 Chicago and in walks one very surprised immortal.

Dressed in a grey skirt suit caring a a brief case she walks up to the bar, takes a seat and a bright blue smoothie appears. Amanda puts down the suit case and picks up the smoothie and takes a sip, "I almost forgot what this tastes like."

Turning towards the bar Amanda watches the patrons.

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[protect_and_survey]

Jemma Simmons is a tired researcher - there'd been an incident (of course there'd been, someone really needed to create a freshman class at the major universities titled 'There's Better Responses to Boredom and/or Depression than Creating a Supervirus') and the entirety of the biological sciences crew had gone into overdrive.

To make it through, she'd managed to go through an entire pot of the laboratory coffee.

She might be a tired researcher, but she'll be awake for the next few hours. Thus, she's re-organizing the entries in the notebook she wrote for Fitz, to make them more readable for Coulson.

Of course, she'll have to do them again when her handwriting is more legible, but that's a different problem.

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[le_centre]

 
June, 1832.


Courfeyrac does not so much walk through the door, as fall. Well, Milliways has had more dramatic entrances, and he is not concerned with appearances at present. He sits up, and blinks, and casts his gaze around curiously.

Well.

He looks down at himself. He cannot help but notice that while his clothes are rather bloodstained - and his cravat appears to have stayed bound around Marius Pontmercy's head - the wounds which caused them to be so have disappeared.

Well.

He looks around again. This is...peculiar.

'It is one thing to lack a life,' he declares, mostly to himself. 'But to lack a pithy comment is quite another.'

Well. If there is a time to be found lacking, this may well be it.


[OOC: Sorry guys, my internet's not playing ball tonight, and I'm about to chuck my laptop out of the window. Best call it a night - will pick everything up tomorrow. Thanks for tagging. <3]

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[cook_the_rude]

On this wonderful bright May afternoon, Dr. Hannibal Lecter is sitting in a booth near the back window, with a large sheet of paper and a number of pencils and scalpels, drawing.

He's drawing a re-imagination of a classic painting, 'Judith Slaying Holofernes', the version by Artemisia Gentileschi.

In his pencil version, Holofernes has no beard, is blond, and looks remarkably like Eric Northman. Judith does look a little like Sunshine in the original already; now she looks even more so.

The maid, in Hannibal's version, is wearing round glasses and a worried expression.

He is whistling as he works.