OOM

[vive_lavenir]

Canon-puncture thread: Bahorel and Prouvaire have a nerdy discussion about being fictional characters, or possibly gods.

In Millitime, this takes place the morning after they and all their friends get back from the Labyrinth.

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[withusyouwillstay]

[Pre-Milliways OOM:

So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea]

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[astrangebell]

As the door opens into Milliways, music can be heard from the other side of the doorway, otherworldly music and the faint tolling of discordant bells, which bring to the hearer's mind indistinct memories of sadness and loss.

But when Arabella Strange steps into the bar and shuts the door behind her, the sounds of the music and the bells are cut off. This is a perfectly natural thing to happen, for distant music to be silenced by the closing of a door, but her expression of relief is profound.

Though Mrs Strange herself is a perfectly average Englishwoman of about thirty, she is dressed in an evening gown that looks like the fashions of the early nineteenth century by way of a fever dream. It is like the reflection of a sunset on still water... but not just the color. The fabric itself shifts and ripples like no cloth made by human hands. Threaded through her hair are ribbons like scraps of sun-stained clouds.

It is not her first time here, but she still feels tentative as she moves towards the bar. This place is no less bizarre than the one she came from, after all, though certainly seems safer.

But of course, there can be only one aim for an Englishwoman who is generally cut off from proper English-- indeed, proper mortal-- food and drink, and she addresses it to the bar: "Might I have some tea, if you please?"

[ooc: i'm back! and here is an actual post for arabella at last.]

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[is_the_motion]

[upstairs: Bonnie discovers traces of her AU self in her room]

Bonnie makes her way down the stairs before announcing to the bar in general:

"If the person who's been messin' with my room wants to come and own up, now would be the time, because it wasn't funny."

She heads over to the bar and is presented with a macchiato coffee with a leaf drawn in the foam. She makes a mollified noise of approval at the decorative attempt.