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[schrodingerskatz]

OOM:

And I am a smiling woman.
I am only thirty.
And like the cat I have nine times to die.

Do not think I underestimate your great concern.

-"Lady Lazarus," Sylvia Plath

[No particular content warnings besides, you know, Hannibalverse and angst. Some spoilers for episode 2.07, "Yakimono." With guest appearances by Brian Zeller and Jack Crawford.]

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[lazy_but_loyal]

It should be known by now that vampires never merely walk down the stairs. They descend.

And that's what Eric and Pam do, together, as they enter the bar proper and cross the room. Looking perfect, and predatory, and perfectly predatory.

They'd had a discussion the previous night. Their little 'break' here is over, and it's time for them to go back home and face everything that awaits them. But first they stop at the bar to make sure that any loose ends here are tied up.


[OOC: Two muns, two vampires. Come on over.]

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[herr_bookman]

Autor's in the kitchen today, wearing an apron and sporting clean hands and feet. He's noshing on Germknödeln--dumplings filled with spicy plum jam and topped with poppy seeds.

Humming contentedly, the boy combines a massive amount of bread flour and tapioca starch with some salt water in a mixing bowl. Autor blends the ingredients together with his hands to form a dough that holds together but isn't sticky. Then he rolls the mixture into a ball and bags it up in a Ziploc.

Grinning, he squeezes all of the air out of the bag before sealing it and placing it on the floor. The boy lays a towel over it. Then he takes off his shoes and stands on the bag in his socks, digging his heels into the dough ball.

Botherable, but he's on unsteady ground.

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[never_lost_faith]

Katrina Crane is standing by the Bar, wondering at the heaping plate full of turkey, pumpkin, potatoes, cranberry sauce, chestnuts and other delicacies that just turned up when she simply had ordered 'dinner, please', leaving the selection to the wooden hostess.

There is napkin with it, saying 'Happy Thanksgiving'.

She's finding it strange.

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[skeleton_king]

[oom: A plan so cunning, you could stick a tail on it, and call it a weasel. Or not.]