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[athelstanthescribe]

The door vanishes for a moment, Athelstan lifting a curtain aside as he shuffles in from a firelit room.

He stumbles over his own feet as he enters the bar, then stops and blinks drunkenly at the room at large.

"Oh. Very well, then."

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[52_dropoff]

[OOM: Charlie and Minx enjoy a night on the town,]

Late morning, outside

[witchfinder_general]

After the Sunday service (in which he preached about Jesus turning water into wine), Father Harman takes a walk outside, wandering into the forest in order to have a look at Javert's building site, and perhaps pray there a little for all the wandering souls converging on this place.

There is quite a list of them by them, he ponders as he walks among the trees. To say nothing of the werewolf literacy thing, the repercussions of which might reach through several universes. In many universes, werewolves are the arch-enemies of vampires, and not susceptible to their blood-borne wiles -- so while bringing education to yet another people is a good thing in and of itself to any Jesuit, getting werewolves of any kind on his side (werewolves that boast of having hunted Dracula in their legends, even) is a good thing. If there are vampires in his world, why not weres?

So he walks, thinking; but he'll be glad to interrupt himself to pay attention to an actual other person at any time. Non-persons aren't around at this time, in any case.-

Late afternoon, outside

[cook_the_rude]

Outside the back door to the general behind-the-scenes area which isn't far from the kitchen door and which Dr. Hannibal Lecter seems to have found by simply wandering away from the infirmary day room with his drip stand, there are a few chairs and a table which people seem to use to take breaks from whatever they had been doing there. A few waitrats are actually lounging around in the late afternoon sun and not paying any attention to Dr. Lecter; in fact, one of them has a little sign that declares WE'RE ON A BREAK!!!

Dr. Lecter sits in one of the chairs and looks up at the sky. He's wearing a paisley dressing gown over a soft green sweater, and a matching paisley shawl is covering the low-hanging thing on the drip stand. His slippers are plaid.

He is still rather pale and wan, but his face, as usual, will give away little.

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[gabriel_tam]

It's been seven years since the passage of the IIGA. Seven years since the assassination attempt. Seven years since Vincent Navarro had given Gabriel Tam his professional medical opinion and warned him in no uncertain terms what the results of his remaining in office would likely be.

He doesn't regret his choice.

Still, things are becoming more difficult, these days. He does his best to cooperate with Navarro's continued recommendations, working with his ever-efficient assistant Mark Jiang to make time for the additional treatments and the now-compulsory pulmonary rehab sessions (which take place in his office, in secret, as much as possible), to listen to Regan and reassure her as much as he can. Even so, it's difficult sometimes. Today was one of the harder days - and there's still a dinner party to endure tonight.

Gabriel makes his way slowly into the bar and to an armchair seat by the fireplace. He'll just rest a bit here, before he goes. Just for a while.