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[mogget_cat]

Some people refuse to be taught, and waste the effort of their teachers.

The blood may already be disappearing from his white clothes, but it is still matting his hair and vividly staining his pale face when the Bright Shiner enters the bar from New Orleans tonight. He licks the thickening liquid from his fingers like a a cat cleaning its paws, or perhaps like a child who has run their fingers along the side of a mixing bowl where still some frosting clings. Each thorough lick is thoroughly enjoyed.

Soon, his clothes are pristine again, and Yrael takes a seat at the bar.

"Dear Lady, would you permit me a glass of Atlantean wine?" he requests, smiling. He adds a heartfelt thanks as the glass appears. The wine tastes of liquid light, heady and potent. And that is good, for - all things considered - it has been a good night.

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[inanhour]

The boy -- man? who walks into Milliways is mostly stable on his feet, but doesn't look very well.

His brow furrows, and he unconsciously reaches up to touch it. It is not damp with fever-sweat, at least.

"... There were not so few steps between my bed and an inn." Unless he forgot them?

Maybe he forgot them.

[ooc: closed to new threads until I get IRL back in shipshape! :) I'll try to have him back in soon]

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[coral_sandhu]

School starts again on Tuesday, and Coral is busy at the bar with the very important task of choosing her new stationary for the academic year.

Currently Bar is showing her a selection of Frozen, dinosaur, and Inside Out. After a bit of pondering, she chooses the latter, which comes with a notebook with five colours of paper inside.

She looks through the notebook with the look of someone who likes a pretty book. Then turns to a blue page to practice some writing.

'My best frend is moving. I hope she likse it in New Zaeland'

She finishes it off by drawing a picture of upside down people on the ceiling.