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[clayforthedevil]

It's been a crowded few days of afterlife, which is part of why Bahorel's heading out for the woods today with a small bag, and very pointedly avoiding anyone else, even and especially people he actually knows. He's not hiding; if he meant to be hiding he wouldn't be wearing quite so much glaring red, and he spends plenty of time wandering around the edges of the forest and studying the ground between there and Milliways where anyone could see him. But it's a bad time for talking. Eventually he goes into the forest proper, and he does know how to hide himself in decent tree covering.

(Though a small fire's a little harder to hide. No rules against fire, right? Oh well. It's necessary anyway. Someone else is apparently blowing things up or sparring elsewhere, it's an odd community.)


When he comes back out much, much later, he does another quick study of the ground between the wood and the Bar. His cravat and the little bag are apparently gone, his coat is folded into a small bundle, He heads right to the Bar anyway, smelling like woodsmoke and with some dirt on his hands. He gets a drink of something in a very thick mug and goes to watch the firefish for a while.




(ooc: Not taggable, but totally fair game for observing!)

Backdated to last night's happy hour

[golden_lyre]

After reading the note Steve had left him, Orpheus debated with himself whether to wait for Steve at home or come through to the bar. (And then he'd given in to the temptation to look through the file left on the table. He made a few corrections to Steve's translations and then made up his mind.)

When he comes into the bar and spots Steve behind it, he decides to compromise by taking up a spot in a booth where he can watch Steve work and fool around with his guitar. He gets his drinks from a waitrat but tries not to have too many. Not just now.

(The song he ends up playing is soft and soothing and laced with affection and concern.)

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[nerves_of_ice]

[OOM: Washington, D.C.

A visit to the Smithsonian.

]

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[nerves_of_ice]

[After this.]

He fades into a little-used corridor, disables the security alarm, and shoves his way out one of the museum's side doors, his only thought to keep moving.

Instead, he freezes upon realizing that the treacherous door's opened into that bar again, not onto the back-alley street.

I can't - he comes here, I've seen him here, he might --

Instinct takes over, and he slides to one side of the door as it swings shut, ducking his head so that the hood hides his face better, darting glances around the room.

But there's no sign of his previous mission --

-- his last target --

-- Steve --

-- no sign at all. After a long second, he slips further into the bar.

He's going to need food soon, and a couple of hours down. Here's as good as anywhere. After that, he can get back to what comes next.

[OOC: not plotlocked, open until it scrolls. millitime fully in effect as needed! ETA: and slowtime in effect as of 9 AM GMT/ 2 AM Mountain time, Sunday Nov. 30. Thanks all!]

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[halfemptyglasses]

[OOM: Mirai studies in preparation for joining the Society of Spirit World Warriors with Autor's help.]

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[guppy_sandhu]

In one corner of the bar, Guppy has Coral and baby Gil in a cosy booth quite near the fire.

Gil is sitting contentedly in a baby carrier, while Guppy is going over a script with Coral, and currently there is a debate going on.

"I know people believe different things." Guppy says. "But it's not a whale."

"It is!" Coral declares. "A whale in a manger."

"No, it's 'Away in a manger'." Guppy says firmly.

"But away is going somewhere." Coral says. "And he's not going anywhere so it has to be a whale."

"You can't sing 'whale', you'll offend people. People who believe in Jesus don't think he was a fish."

"But but there's a Jesus fish." Coral protests.

"... It's not whale. Let's read it again together."

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche is about, as usual, this time sprawled comfortably in a heap at the foot of one of the fireside chairs with his dogs.

(He may have started out in the chair, but Franz is very big and sometimes overenthusiastic.)

He'd welcome company.

Absolutely everybody -- at or near the fireplace

[cook_the_rude]

This evening, there are several people relaxing by or near the fireplace the fireplace, doing slightly unexpected things. Among them are:

• Katrina Crane, seated in a comfortable chair, reading -- a romance novel?
• Pearse Harman, scribbling down bullet points for tomorrow's sermon while at a table with a glass of -- beer?
• Teja, in his usual chair by the trilobite tank, with all four cats and a soundly sleeping Egil, playing his -- guitar?
• Lady Margolotta, at a table drinking cocoa and cuddling a cute, pink-nosed -- rat?
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter, lounging on a sofa with his feet up, reading a book on -- demonology?
• Dorian Gray, sitting cross-legged in from of a coffee table, sensuously enjoying several different -- cupcakes?
• Madame Thénardier, hunched on an ottoman right by the fire, voraciously reading a book by -- Hilary Mantel?

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want -- open until it scrolls! Not trying to emulate the sheer numbers on the last one, though...]]

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan is sitting by the fire, cross-legged on the floor rather than in a chair, intently focused on his bear carving.

He's determined not to make any irreparable mistakes on this.

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[heatherandsteel]

The door opens again to Quentin who quickly disguise himself in a magical scent of heather and steel as he curses, "Maeve's tits, your timing is awful."

There are scratches on his cheek and hands, he and Raj were sparring in Goldengreen when Toby and the Duke entered. He had been meaning to get ready to head back to Shadowed Hills, not here. That's why he's grumbling as he heads towards the counter, as long as he's here, he can wash his face.

Tiny tag: Quentin (October Daye)

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[mjolnir_retriever]

Thor has a Security badge pinned to his shoulder, a table to himself (for the moment), Mjölnir on the ground at his feet, and a large glass mug of something golden and faintly fizzy that looks, from the right angle, as if it's glowing slightly.

He also has an entire extra-large pizza, which he's making good inroads on.

Company would be welcome, if it felt so inclined!

[OOC: Aaand now I must sleep. I'll tag up slowtimes tomorrow!]