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[a_rare_benedictine]

Cadfael enters the bar, moving a little stiffly from the cold air outside, but with an air of settled joy about him.

He has everything he could wish for - a son who knows him at last, alive and safe, and his place restored among his brothers - and once again, he was able to avert unnecessary death. Nothing could be more well than that.

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[mightbeagoodone]

It is impossible to maintain a smoking habit in London nowadays.

Which is why, when Sherlock Holmes walks into the bar, after his eyes flick around and take in ... everything, the first thing he does is get his pack of cigarettes out of his coat and light up.

Ahh.



[ooc: If there's anything Sherlock should observe about your character that is not in their profile, please leave a comment here. Comments are screened.]

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[hasthehighground]

[OOM: The beginning of 'after' ]

Thank you to Ash for her help! Links to OOMs & EPs in case anyone else gets as lost as I do when tracking this plot backwards.

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[explosive_artist]

 Sabine is sitting in a booth with excellent lighting and has several tools laid out, as well as a datapad with its case opened before her. She is very focused, studying the circuitry and components, while making the occasional note to a blue print she is sketching on a piece of paper.

She's been working for some time but there is neither food or drink to show she's not been eating. This could be a problem, but she is too busy to notice. She could like use an interruption.

[OOC: Open for the weekend only.]

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[kazefujin]

A new door appears in the bar, simple wooden construction with paper windows. Perhaps not an odd sight in these parts, but when they slide open a new arrival steps forward, a faint breeze making its way into the space with him.

Fujin stops cold when he realizes this is not even close to what he expected on the other side of this particular portal, and glances backward to the scene behind him which is oddly still. The long braid at his back flutters before he sighs, and completely passes through the doorway. It shuts with the draft around him, and then the winds stop completely.

Though not panicking, he's alert to the strangeness of the situation, and some measure of his confusion at the unexpected change of location reads on his face and in his tight posture. He hazards a few glances at the waitrats as they pass by, but then the view outside the bar catches his attention, and draws him further in.

"Where in the Heavens..."

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[heatherandsteel]

Normally at this time of day, Quentin would be home asleep but Milliways surprised him when he was going to the bathroom and the fire's nice.

That's why he's under a blanket by the fire in a t-shirt from Pleasant Hills high school with a huge mug of hot chocolate, a plate of pancakes, and a book that a friend recommended, its about whales.

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[onceaviking]

Eric is Bound.

He is trying to be calm about it and so has settled down on the couch - lounging of course - with a book.

Dressed in black as usual (jeans, t-shirt, boots) and with his hair combed back, he manages to take up a good part of the couch. Looking up every once in a while, just to make sure he isn't missing out in anything.

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[protect_and_survey]

Jemma would like to say she knows everything about everything... but that's not actually possible.

What she does have on her side is she is the Reigning Queen of mission preparedness. She's gotten intel on where the 0-8-4 they're going to be hunting down is, so now she's holed up in a booth learning every dang thing she can about the region.

The coffee cups are beginning to stack up. Soon she can make a little fort out of them.

Out of trouble and out of canon. Re-entry post.

[equal_of_any_man]

Olivier pushes the door open with his back, unaware of his surroundings as he rocks the bundle in his arms. He drifts towards the fire out of instinct as he sings to the crying baby in Arabic. The woollen shawl the little one is wrapped in is slipping and he tries to untangle it.

However multitasking while holding a bawling child is an art he has yet to master. Any help would be appreciated.

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[freedom_is_grey]

When you hear enough rumors that sound like a missing friend wandering in the wilds of Ferelden -- well.

Ysalwen finds it difficult not to act, or at least to think about acting. Which is why she's unrolled a map of Ferelden on the table and is placing colored stones on it. Red for passing mentions in taverns, blue for information passed by vouched-for informants, and purple for actual sightings.

The purple is clustered most tightly in the Korcari Wilds, which --

Well.

Isn't that interesting.

"What in Andraste's name are you doing, Morrigan?"

Because it's not like there's anything left alive in the Wilds, not after the Blight.

Liranan whines.

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[fry_sandhu]

[oom: All change again. Fry gets put next to Bradley, and they aren't off to a good start.]

Fry is in one corner of the bar, engrossed in Minecraft on his father's tablet.

He appears to be building a complex circuit from redstone, if you are close enough to see it. Occasionally, he gives a little squeak, which usually means he came across a zombie or something.

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[guppy_sandhu]

Guppy is at the bar, with a cup of tea, a banana, and the evening crossword:

Humorous mammal lacking a meat patty with cheese in a bun (6)

Botherable