Jun. 6th, 2014
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Jun. 6th, 2014 12:45 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
never_shall_yieldThe door opens to show fields, and a blue sky that goes on forever. Javert stands on the threshold - rough workman's clothes, pitchfork in hand - and contemplates the view in front of him. Then he steps back, and is gone as he closes it behind him.
Maybe twenty minutes later, it opens again. It is dusk on the outside, and Javert has a rag in his hands this time, wiping dirt away. He sighs quietly, and says 'very well' to himself. His trepidation is obvious when he steps inside and closes the door, because he immediately tests to see if he can open it again. Perhaps his relief is just as clear when it seems he is not to be locked in this time.
He asks for a newspaper at the bar. When he learns the date, he asks it to be taken away. There is no expression on his face, and he does not look around to see if there is anyone he knows. He simply picks up his coffee and walks out of the back door, down to the lake to look over the water.
[OOC: Available in the bar, or outside. Open all weekend! <3]
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Jun. 6th, 2014 03:55 pmschrodingerskatz[ooc: Millitimed to sometime (shortly) before Lecter's Happy Hour.]
Beverly got a room; she got her bearings; she got some rest. Not enough rest, to be sure -- she's not sleeping well, in the unfamiliar bed -- but at least enough to start thinking about what her next steps are going to be.
What she'll do when she leaves the bar is still up in the air. In the meantime, though, Father Harman mentioned a Dr. Sandhu collecting evidence about Lecter. And evidence is what she does.
It took her a while to get her thoughts collected into a note, though -- what she could prove, what's conjecture, what's worth mentioning even without hard proof.
( Dr. Sandhu )
She approaches the bar with no little uncertainty, note in hand, and puts it on the countertop. "Hey, I heard . . . you're . . . kind of the switchboard around here. Can you get this to Dr. Sandhu?"
The note disappears; Bar gives her a napkin with the note Of course written on it.
"Okay. Thanks. Great. And can I get a coffee?"
Bar provides that, too, and Beverly finds a table nearby to settle into.
[ooc2: No new threads please, I'm swamped!]
Beverly got a room; she got her bearings; she got some rest. Not enough rest, to be sure -- she's not sleeping well, in the unfamiliar bed -- but at least enough to start thinking about what her next steps are going to be.
What she'll do when she leaves the bar is still up in the air. In the meantime, though, Father Harman mentioned a Dr. Sandhu collecting evidence about Lecter. And evidence is what she does.
It took her a while to get her thoughts collected into a note, though -- what she could prove, what's conjecture, what's worth mentioning even without hard proof.
( Dr. Sandhu )
She approaches the bar with no little uncertainty, note in hand, and puts it on the countertop. "Hey, I heard . . . you're . . . kind of the switchboard around here. Can you get this to Dr. Sandhu?"
The note disappears; Bar gives her a napkin with the note Of course written on it.
"Okay. Thanks. Great. And can I get a coffee?"
Bar provides that, too, and Beverly finds a table nearby to settle into.
[ooc2: No new threads please, I'm swamped!]
December, 1955, Paris.(no subject)
Jun. 6th, 2014 08:53 pmcollects_straysThe moment Graham had stepped into the bar, he's full of nervous agitation. It pounds like a bad headache, wells up in his stomach – it's nearly the worst he's felt since he since –
Well, since he was sick.
He doesn't want to drink, and the thought of taking something only seems to sit worse in his stomach. After only a few seconds of hesitating at the foot of the stairs, Graham fixes his eyes on the floor, and walks through the room, trying as much as he can to ignore the voices around him.
The grounds are a relief. He feels it as soon as he steps through the back door – the nervous agitation is still there, but it's at least closer to a manageable tide, rather than a tidal wave. His breathing slows, and he raises his eyes from the lawn, looking up toward the forest, and then the lake.
The Bar had been kind enough to provide him with something other than his uniform – jeans and a shirt, a jacket. Even a pair of glasses. Graham takes a breath, and begins to walk in the direction of the lake.
Well, since he was sick.
He doesn't want to drink, and the thought of taking something only seems to sit worse in his stomach. After only a few seconds of hesitating at the foot of the stairs, Graham fixes his eyes on the floor, and walks through the room, trying as much as he can to ignore the voices around him.
The grounds are a relief. He feels it as soon as he steps through the back door – the nervous agitation is still there, but it's at least closer to a manageable tide, rather than a tidal wave. His breathing slows, and he raises his eyes from the lawn, looking up toward the forest, and then the lake.
The Bar had been kind enough to provide him with something other than his uniform – jeans and a shirt, a jacket. Even a pair of glasses. Graham takes a breath, and begins to walk in the direction of the lake.
Cannibal Happy Hour
Jun. 6th, 2014 09:42 pmcook_the_rudeWhen Dr. Lecter comes in today, he is carrying a stack of books and a few obscure kitchen implements.
He puts them down on the bar counter, and then posts a message with a drawing for DCI Hunt. But when he moves to pick up his books again, a yellow napkin comes up.
"With pleasure, my dear," he says, takes of his jacket, puts on an apron, finds a few bottles, and writes the names on the specials board.
Then, he waits for patrons. Nothing could possibly be wrong, to judge from his demeanour.
He puts them down on the bar counter, and then posts a message with a drawing for DCI Hunt. But when he moves to pick up his books again, a yellow napkin comes up.
"With pleasure, my dear," he says, takes of his jacket, puts on an apron, finds a few bottles, and writes the names on the specials board.
Beer: Richelbräu CasaNova, Munich
White Wine: 2012 Schloss Vollrads Alte Reben, Rhine
Rosé Wine:Chapelle de Sainte Roseline Cru Classé Rosé, Provence
Red Wine: 2004 Neil Ellis Grenache, South Africa
Cocktail:Grand Mimosa
Alcohol free: Elderflower lemonade
White Wine: 2012 Schloss Vollrads Alte Reben, Rhine
Rosé Wine:Chapelle de Sainte Roseline Cru Classé Rosé, Provence
Red Wine: 2004 Neil Ellis Grenache, South Africa
Cocktail:Grand Mimosa
Alcohol free: Elderflower lemonade
Then, he waits for patrons. Nothing could possibly be wrong, to judge from his demeanour.
