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[herr_bookman]

Autor sits at the bar today, systematically destroying a treasured book. He has a lot of feelings about that, and he brutally stuffs them all in order to do what he has to do.

He has carefully removed the text block and coded it into his sylladex for safekeeping. Then he soaked the cover board for twenty minutes to release the adhesive on the pastedown. Now, the boy painstakingly lifts the free half of the endpaper, the flyleaf, away from the front cover with a scalpel, hoping he finds what he's looking for.

He has a few more old, cannibalized books next to him--German fairy tales, all by the same author--to take apart if he doesn't.

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[a_rare_benedictine]

[Not really OOM, backdated to Halloween: Cadfael has a visit from an old love.]

Cadfael comes down the stairs from where he woke in Olivier's workshop, not sure how long he was up there but certainly not expecting it to have been as long as it was.

There's still a small wistful smile on his face as he moves to a table with a basket of herbs and a number of bags, and begins sorting them.

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[not_his_pa]

From the trees, there's a rumble that comes with mooing as a small herd of cows with a few calves appear with William following after on his horse and moving them with his rope and a good bit of yelling, "Come on, get, no wanderin' off."

He's driving them towards a paddock that at one point held two headed cattle, but before he gets there, he needs to keep them from getting loose or trampling anything. His lariat's useful for that as he can use the noise of slapping it onto his saddle to shift the cows, but out back's going to be a little full until he gets them sorted.

It takes some time and a few close calls with the gardens but finally he gets the cattle into the paddock and makes his way inside. At the counter, he orders some coffee and looks around for Adrian and to see who else is around.

(OOC: Catch him inside or outside with the cattle.)

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[sunbaked_baker]

There are few things better in winter than curling up under a bunch of blankets beside a roaring fire, with a mug of hot chocolate (with marshmallows, of course) and a stack of new books.

Especially when it is all covered with a sense of getting away with something.

This would be the opinion of ten-year-old Rae Seddon, who is enjoying it immensely.

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[52_dropoff]

Jogging in the winter isn't to everyone's tastes, but Charlie likes it well enough. The crisp air makes it hard to get too sweaty. And the clear blue skies of the rare sunny December's day are as far from the smoggy cities of his life as you can get. Charlie, in non-distinct sweats, a gray ski cap, and rather battered looking sneakers, is just finishing his second lap as he passes the door back inside. Odds are he'll do another two laps today, and then come back in for some meditation.

Not the worst way to pass a day.

[ooc: Feel free to find him on the path, or inside as he assumes a lotus position.]

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[foreverisalongtime]

Violet Harmon thought she'd found every closet, nook, crawlspace, and hidden passage of the house over the last few years. When you're a ghost bound to the grounds for eternity, you have plenty of time to explore, especially during the brief times someone living moves into your room.

She had no idea there was a recreation room tucked behind a dusty door in the basement. Moira had never said anything about it, and she was the one who knew the most about the house.

And all these people... There are so many more ghosts in here. Violet wonders how many more the house can possibly hold.

She drifts towards the bar, her fingers fidgeting with the edges of her long sleeves.

OOC: Open until I say it's not!