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[pro_patria_mortuus]

[Another clump of Amis OOMs:

Some indeterminate amount of Millitime ago, after the IMDB flu but when there was still some snow on the ground, Lesgle and Courfeyrac got drunk enough to decide that drunkenly sauntering into the Labyrinth was a great plan.

Joly and Combeferre followed hastily after them, partly in the interests of rescuing hapless friends and partly in the interests of Science.

When this inevitably failed to go as planned, Enjolras, Feuilly, Bahorel, and Grantaire set out on a rescue mission. But, of course, the Labyrinth had its own ideas.



Meanwhile, someone else is following his own path.]



[OOC: Enjolras and Grantaire's thread is still ongoing. The link under 'someone else' contains non-graphic violent death; Bahorel and Feuilly's contains some arson and accidental magical drug use; I don't think I need to warn for anything else but uh these threads cover a lot of ground.]

Multi-pup EP: Frenchening intensifies

[tire_moi_mes_bottes]

Oh God, they've multiplied again. The place is now jam-packed with 19th-century French students. They've all come tumbling and elbowing and chattering cheerfully through the door from the grounds, and now the numbers are up to nine. Nine young men--and three cats--and a large quantity of lacy underwear.

But after a certain amount of group hugging and drinking one another's health, they do spread out, some over to the fireplace, some by the bar, some sprawled or perched or just sensibly sitting in the various chairs. Lesgle, for one, is making a pile of his and Courfeyrac's lingerie trove on the bar. From the Hugo Collection with Love, he's starting to write on a brightly-colored piece of paper. Some of the others are quieter--Joly feeding his cats, Enjolras sitting quietly and watching his friends. Feuilly, looking ready to fall asleep, but unwilling just yet to leave their newest arrival: Jean Prouvaire, back among his friends.



((Nine pups, several players, multiple time zones! Coming in from their Labyrinth OOMs, we've got Grantaire, Enjolras, Combeferre, Courfeyrac, Feuilly, Bahorel, Lesgle, Joly, and Jean Prouvaire, all entirely botherable--say who you want to tag, or get whoever is around. :D ))

Rollo Lothbrok, First enterance

[my_brothers_shadow]

[OOM: Before being waylaid by the Front Door, Rollo spends a few days as a hostage guest of Jarl Borg.]

Rollo knew his head for mead and so is surprised to find himself in another hall rather than outside of Jarl Borg's main drinking hall. He knows he has not drunk enough to get lost or to see things. This place is strange though, much nicer than the Jarl's home. Not to mention the odd folk who walk about. Has he been hit in the head? Has he been poisoned by Jarl Borg? Are the gods playing with him?

[OOC: And heading home and into slowtimes. I will try and tag tonight, but it's more likely I'll be back tomorrow.]

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[igetthatalot]

"Ugh, my head."

There's a napkin. Varric sighs, and reaches for a stepstool.

Specials

Anything from Antiva or Nevarra 25% off

I could use a reminder that it's warm and sunny somewhere

The headache's bad enough that Varric doesn't even bother with his usual digs at Orzammar ale.

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan steps through the door, with a warier look around than usual, and heads for the hearthside.

He doesn't trust the odd friendliness Floki showed towards him at the end of their last conversation, and he's a bit put out by the boatbuilder's presence. It was one thing for Ragnar to find the bar, quite another for someone who might sneak around and watch him and gleefully report to Ragnar if he puts a foot out of line.

He watches the room as he sits with his drink.

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[fry_sandhu]

Fry is in one corner of the bar, wearing his Scouts hoodie. He has a table full of tomato plants (82) and sunflower plants (80), and a sign. The surviving plants are somewhat bigger than last time he brought them, and it took the best part of half an hour to set up.


'For sale
Tomato plants £1.50/ $2
Sunflower plants £1.50/ $2

Small plants £1/ 75c

Come and do a sunflower competition with us!'

Then, because he was able to buy more plastic pots with the money he got selling earlier plants, he starts transferring some of the ones that are currently living in mugs into actual pots. Which results in him dropping one of them on the floor, shattering the mug. (81 tomatoes remaining)

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie had been to check the fair poster was still up, in order to ensure that people wanting to plant stuff knew to do so in good time. On her arrival, she discovers a gangly youth with piercings in his forehead is drawing part of a male's anatomy on it.

She attends the bar, and asks for a stamp of a similar anatomical shape, and then proceeds to march right up to Vyvyan and stamps an ink picture on his arm.

"Oi!" Vyvyan protests.

"Oi yerself, that's my poster yer drawin' penises on." Bonnie says, shooing him away. He slopes off into a corner for a cigarette, and she puts up a new copy.



[ooc: 2 pups, one mun, have either or both :)]