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[tu_vas_triompher]

Well, he's had a bit of a break after finishing several projects all at once, but Feuilly is back to work now. Not his latest fan commission--he doesn't want to spoil the surprise--but one of his usual nests of notebooks and dictionaries and reference books and papers, as well as some of Athelstan's manuscript work to copy.

In the middle of all this, Mr. Industrious has a bagel and some coffee. Or he's trying to. For some reason it all keeps disappearing when he isn't looking and he has to order again. Cats? ...Bahorel?

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[garde723]

 [OOM: After that year, the Gravity Festival was never held again. Warnings for death in combat and a falling death. Not graphic.]

Milli-timed to this evening

[isawit]

 [Not-OOM, but upstairs: Selina tries to sleep in a nice bed. It doesn't go so well.]

It's late and while she's still tired, there is no way she is going back to that room. Instead, she's going to sit here by the fire, with a blanket, and drink hot cocoa. Maybe later she'll head downstairs and see if Jay's around, but yeah. Sleep, not happening right now.

Seriously, what the hell is with this place?

[Tiny tag: Jolasveinar plot]

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[explosive_artist]

[OOM: And your voice is a weapon

And we'll do with it what we can.
~Weapon by Bastille/Angel Haze/F*U*G*Z/Braque]

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

[tri timeline OOM: Saving the world is like riding a bike: You never forget how to do it, but sometimes giant insects will try to kill you while you're doing it, and sometimes one of your friends will try to ride a bike on their own and nearly die.

Minor spoilers for Digimon Adventure tri episode 2.]

Everyone got out of the fight at Haneda Airport mostly unscathed - mostly being the operative word, because Taichi has enough bruises that he'll be sore for a while yet, Sora got an unpleasant bruise on her shoulder, and Yamato has a shallow cut on the side of his neck.

One of the suited men who had chauffeured them there had taken extraordinary care with disinfecting it and putting a bandage on, which Yamato fully intends to take off the moment he was out of their sight, because it was really a miniscule cut, and he is more than a little uncomfortable with how those guys treated them like they were VIPs or something.

"Oh!" Gabumon says, tugging on Yamato's coat. "I've not seen this place in ... in ... I actually don't know who long it's been."

"About two years," Yamato says. "Give or take. Guess today is the day for blasts from the past, huh?"

Still, there aren't any of those men here, so he unwraps the bandage and stuffs it in his pocket.

[ooc: Yamato here will eventually be coming in from Digimon Adventure 01, taking place about six years before tri, as well, so while this is his first entrance in the bar's timeline, it's not his first entrance in his timeline. If you want him to remember having met your character before, do say, although for simplicity's sake I'm going to say his memories of the bar are extremely hazy, because then I can just handwave him not remembering specific people if I have to.]

Millitimed to during the night

[athelstanthescribe]

[OOM: Upstairs, Athelstan is kept awake by noises and night terrors.]

Athelstan races down the stairs, almost falling when he misses a step, into the lights and noise and company of the main room. Hands shaking and breathing rapid, he heads for the Bar and gets a stiff drink, trying to calm himself down.

[tiny tag: jolasveinar]

Something lurking under the bed...

[jolasveinar]

He doesn't mean to scare people, really, he doesn't. Askasleikir is just looking for their eating bowls (which people put by their beds for the indoor animals where he is from) to get at the leftovers. Jólasveinar are rather simply and modest in their tastes, but have to be -- in a place where everyone has little, even the monsters under the bed will have to make do.

Sá sjötti, Askasleikir,
var alveg dæmalaus. –
Hann fram undan rúmunum
rak sinn ljóta haus.

Þegar fólkið setti askana
fyrir kött og hund,
hann slunginn var að ná þeim
og sleikja á ýmsa lund.

Bowl Licker, the sixth one,
was shockingly ill bred.
From underneath the bedsteads
he stuck his ugly head.

And when the bowls were left
to be licked by dog or cat,
he snatched them for himself
- he was sure good at that!

So, you might notice there seems to be something under your bed -- but once you look, it will be gone.