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[herr_bookman]

A new set of rooms is opening up in Milliways, with a humble post on the bulletin board to announce their arrival:

Sauna Now Available Next to the Gym
Curious visitors will find a sauna, a dunking pool surrounded by tiles next to the showers, and a room labeled "Frischluftraum" which opens up onto a small, indoor garden.

[OOC: Standard party rules apply. Feel free to thread hop!]

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[works_in_space]

It's a fine day for a ride.  The first touches of spring are here, and Rachat is in a good mood.  As good as Rachat's moods get, anyway.  Jim is glad to take the horse for his paces, trotting around the lake and then taking him for a full gallop between the lake and the stable.

You can find Jim riding, or in the stable, or back inside.

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[balancingminds]

Tom doesn't know why his cravat and collar are feeling too tight, this is his normal cut, but he feels overheated.

While this is Milliways, he will not be taking his highly fitted jacket off instead he's drinking a whiskey as he lounges at the counter.

He seems to have an odd headache where there are voices just beyond his hearing, its disturbing and he wishes that Henry came here, he's good at finding pleasant distractions.

(OOC: Charles thinks he's Tom Lefroy from Becoming Jane and he is listening to thoughts but doesn't realize what they are. Include them if you want but you don't need to. Open for ages.)

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[fluffiest_archadian]

[OOM: "Blessings of the Great Father descend, and guide these bodies' return to the earth. Great Father guide these spirits' return to the Mother of All. There they shall find peace. Faram."]

The appearance of Milliways after several weeks of it being absent is good. Milliways means time and space to train, which is what Sherral is doing now. His arm's out of the sling, having been put instead into a bracer of moderately thick, stiff fabric, from his shoulder to the back of his hand.

There's a space out back that he's claimed as his own, finding a good spot to stand in while he takes deep breaths, slowly drawing in and then pushing out whatever Mist he can find. There's a crackle of lightning around him, a flicker as it shapes itself into several rather crude floating swords, before Sherral directs them to destroy a straw and wood target he's set up nearby.

It's successful, but only just. The swords don't so much stab or slash as they do careen wildly onto a single point as if someone lobbed them at it with great force. Two swing off path, with one scorching a section of grass that quickly grows back, while the other spins off into the air, circles about aimlessly, and then vanishes.

It's his third attempt of the night, and once it's done, Sherral takes a moment to make an annoyed sound and grab a bottle of water, chugging it down.