First Entrance.

[withusyouwillstay]

[OOM pre-entrance: Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light]

It may be a little bit late in the month for new faces to appear, but today sees a new one regardless.

When he steps into the room, the confusion over where he is now is apparent, but the bewilderment in his visage isn't down solely to finding out that there's a room in the House that shouldn't be there.

It's the look of someone who has forgotten a lot of things over the years.

Someone who needs help remembering.

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[OOC: Information about the Home By The Sea and the burglar, here.]

[Tiny tag: the burglar.]

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[el_enmascarado_de_plata]

It's been a busy day in Mexico City, mostly involving a gang of ruthless counterfeiters and kidnappers who outnumber the police assigned to their case. Santo's been helping with that. He's got a match tonight, so he hadn't planned on coming to the Bar today, but the door found him.

"I suppose this means I'm still on duty of sorts," he says to the Bar. "Very well; I will wear my Security badge as long as you have me here, in case anyone needs me."

Maybe he'll take a pre-match nap before going home, but right now, Security member on duty inna bar.

Happy Hour

[heatherandsteel]

Quentin is running his fingers through his hair to get it neat when he comes in, he's dressed in jeans ad a t-shirt as the house needs to be unpacked more, his human disguise is down as he was expecting the hallway.

At the counter, he starts to order some food when he gets a note and sighs before saying, "I'd be glad to." Bartending is unexpected but should work and he moves behinds and writes in his neatest handwriting.

Specials
Coffee-10% off if you teach me about a new kind or way to make it.
Tea
Soda
Beer

Then he gets a soda to drink for himself and before she left, Bar made him a sandwich.

(OOC: This is open until another happy hour goes up or it scrolls, whichever comes first.)

Tiny tag: The Count

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[is_the_motion]

It's a beautiful warm summer's evening... oh, no it's not. In the tradition of Scout barbecues everywhere, it's absolutely pissing it down with rain.

Bonnie, however, thinks that being able to light a barbecue in rain is an important camping skill, so she is currently out front of the Scout Hut, balancing an umbrella in one hand and trying to light the first barbecue with the other.


[ooc: Opportunity to fully complete Grill Scouts, Fire Safety, Om nom nom nom

Usual Kid-friendly participation rules apply. Threadhopping encouraged!]

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[athelstanthescribe]

As he leaves the church, Athelstan can feel the stares. Everyone looking at him, everyone watching him, as they do every minute of every day where there's anyone to see. The unredeemed apostate or the king's pet pagan, it hardly matters why they're staring, and he can't even run, and suddenly it's too much.

By the time he reaches the door to his room, he's shaking and sweating - and as it turns out, it isn't the door to his room.

He makes it to the nearest chair, sinks down into it with a trembling hand pressed to his chest, and tries to remember how to breathe.

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[never_shall_yield]

 
The next time William comes to the bar, there will be a note waiting for him.



( William Evans )