First enterance

[explosive_artist]

[OOM: All around me are familiar faces, worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races, going nowhere, going nowhere]

 

The Front Door opens into the wall with a woosh, and a young girl enters wearing a white and grey military-esk uniform. She is in her early teens, appears human, and has hair a neutral shade of brown. She's also reading something from a data pad and doesn't seem to have noticed something is off. Well, that is until the door closes, cutting off her feed to the Academy's network and the more organic chaos of the Bar's background talk registers.

She pauses, steps to the side out of the walkway (a valuable habit in a military academy), and looks about trying to figure out where the kriff she is. This is not the Mess and there are no uniforms she recognizes.

Multi-pup post: outside, morning

[cook_the_rude]

The weather is far from pleasant today, and yet there are people outside, going about their business:

• Teja is outside the forge, carefully applying oil to his motorcycle, which he has brought in from Tuscany for a general overhaul. He has some tools set out, cleaning rags, spanners, pliers, a sledge hammer, even some bolt cutters -- the lot.
• Ragnar Lothbrok has a small bucket with three trout in it; he's been fishing, as he is planning to make breakfast for the people still asleep upstairs, and fish is a good breakfast food, isn't it? At the moment, though, he's standing with the bucket and talking to Teja about motorcycles, one early medieval man to another.
• Dr. Hannibal Lecter isn't far away, slowly going through the forms of something that might be tai chi or qi gong. People knowing his methods might suspect he is keeping an eye on the forge as well.
• Father Pearse Harman is sweeping the church and the path leading towards it, and after that will put up the first advent-time ornaments. It may be a week early, but Christmas is fast approaching, and people should feel seasonally welcome in the church. He's doing this with a certain amusement -- how did it happen that the stern 'Witchfinder General', as some of his team call him behind his back, has become the friendly parish priest at the end of the universe?

Out on the mountains, there is snow, and in the snow, shapes are moving around. They might be deer, they might be groups of demon bunnies, they might be patrons exercising, but they might be something else entirely...


[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you want. The Jólasveinar aren't taggable yet, but they're there, and if your charrie has good eyes / is on the other side of the lake, they might wonder who or what they are. Thanks!]]

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[manofbusiness]

"Hannah", Childermass says brusquely over his shoulder as he strides through the door, "I've already said the girl can come for a trial month. Leave it at that until she proves herself, eh?"

He shuts the door with a hint of relief before the unseen Hannah can answer, gets some food from the Bar, and heads for his preferred spot by the fire.