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[inanhour]

[Not-Really-OOM: Sebastian is given a key labeled 'spare', and finds himself in

Room #1221]

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[thewidewideworld]

There’s a pretty blonde androgyne in the bar tonight, drinking and singing merrily. It’s been a stressful few weeks and tonight seems as good as any to relax a little.

The bar has given him strong sweet wine and more than that; outfit to wear. She seems to understand his need to be beautiful tonight to feel good about himself.

He wears a dress of flowing pale blue silk, cut tight around the chest and waist to show off his small girlish breasts but wide at the hips to billow and swirl as he dances. Chains of gold bells lace around his wrists and ankles, his feet bare. Over his eyes is a mask of white lace with gold ties.

The song he sings is a playful one, the sort of tune that suits taverns everywhere. The sort of happy tune with a simple repeating chorus that invites others to join in. Which anyone is most welcome to do.

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[a_mad_hope]

Karou did eventually make it to Marakesh and her standing appointment with Izîl. When she knocks on the correct door in the correct derb, however, it swings open to reveal Milliways once more, not Brimstone's shop.

"Again?" she wonders aloud.

Is this how it will be from now on? An extra stop before she returns to Elsewhere?

At least it's a pleasant stop. She shakes her head and enters, the sounds of the medina fading as the door shuts. She'd just shared mint tea and pastries with Izîl before they did business, but it is hard to eat when she knows what's to come. Maybe grabbing a bite here wouldn't be the worst idea.

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[alec_swamp]

For nearly two days, a sprout poked its way out from the soil at the edge of the forest. It was unremarkable, except perhaps in the speed at which it grew. And even that speed was barely noticeable to most.

But as the last rays of the day's sunlight shone on the sprout, it began to grow much faster. The sprout became a sapling, which became like a bush, and then ever more like a tree. An oak tree. Only its leaves and branches are forming strangely. And its roots don't hold fast to the ground.

Drawing from the sunlight, from the soil, from the Green and from the magic that created these woods, the mind commands the tree and forces its form on the wood and the sap. The general shape of a human comes about. A face, familiar to a few, comes into focus. Red eyes that are not eyes peer into the forest. And a mouth opens.

"At last," Alec Holland, once the Avatar of the Green, says in a voice with a touch an echo to it. "Whole. In body." But not in anyone other way. The Green he served was cut off to him, and he felt a void. The people he knew at home were also cut off, and he wished he could cry.

The new form complete, he begins walking. And gets lost in thought, not noticing if anyone else is near.

[ooc: Dedicated to the memory of Wes Craven, whose decision to make a Swamp Thing film in 1982 led to the revival of the nearly forgotten DC comic, and to the rise to prominence of the character. Without Craven, I would not be playing Alec today.]

Security Notice

[thunderbasedgod]

There is a note for Security in the Office, written in an old-fashioned hand.

( To Members of This Realm's Security Team )

You can find the god who wrote it seated at a table in the corner of the Bar, measuring the room.

[[OOC: Conversation has been handwaved with permission of Mel's mun.]]

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[never_shall_yield]

 

I have a crime to declare
I have disgraced the uniform that I wear
I've done you wrong, let no forgiveness be shown
I've been as hard on every rogue I have known

(AKA: conscience, a self-imposed arrest, and a cells post here (but no visitors will be allowed, unless OOC'ly cleared)

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[street_sparrow]

Gavroche has been working his way steadily and quite quickly through the book over the last two weeks or so, and he's close to the end. He turns a page, reads down it, and then his gaze seems to stick on a particular line.

Eventually, an outraged cry can be heard from his corner of "The slave trade. The slave trade?"

Botherable, if you don't mind him shredding that page into tiny pieces.

[ooc: spoiler warnings in the Hannibal thread]

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[is_the_motion]

[oom: Bonnie finds that conquering her vices is not as easy as she thought, and the discovery of this quite unnerving.
TW: alcohol misuse]