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[riddleofthebelow]

It has been so long since Tom's been in the bar that he honestly can't remember when the last time was. He's fairly sure Portico was still toddling about instead of walking and running and opening anything he can get his hands on. Little Egress certainly wasn't thought of, much less born and wrapping her father around her pinkie with every coo and gurgle.

Life in the London Below is busy and joyful and, of course, dangerous. The latter isn't as applicable within the House of Arch, of course. Tom and Door both have made sure of that - Tom with his magical powers and Door with her political maneuvering. They make quite a team, as they always have. While neutrality has been maintained in regards to allegiances, a great many of the fiefdoms, baronies, and clans of the Underside owe the House of Arch considerable favors.

It's not a bad arrangement at all, and it certainly affords Tom the time to slip into Milliways for a time this evening.

A scotch appears on Bar's surface when he steps through the painting portal. Tom smiles, and he slides onto a bar stool, sipping his scotch as if he'd never left. He pulls the latest Daily Prophet out of a pocket of his black robes and settles in. He's terribly behind with news from the Wizarding World.

Of course, he wouldn't be averse to conversation at all.

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[dejah_thoris]

Dejah's settled into one of the overstuffed chairs in front of the fire, feet curled under her and a pot of tea at her elbow.   She's sketching in a large sketchbook balanced carefully across her knee and one of the chair's arms.  Her long dark hair is down, and she's swimming in a soft woolen sweater.  She chose it because it's the same color as the heather-green field where Curtis and she are planning to build their cabin.  

The cabin is all that's on her mind right now.  She's working through a series of designs, and sketching out all her ideas, even the crazy ones.  (What? She's enamored of roof gardens. Some of the cabins she researched even had living roofs.  Turns out it's an excellent way to conserve energy.)

Feel free to stop by and say hello.

[ open till it's not. ]

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[schrodingerskatz]

OOM:

When she gets there she knows, if the stores are all closed
With a word she can get what she came for.

There's a sign on the wall but she wants to be sure
'Cause you know sometimes words have two meanings.
In a tree by the brook, there's a songbird who sings,
Sometimes all of our thoughts are misgiven.

[Summary: Two dead women have a late night conversation in Quantico; then the plan to catch Hannibal Lecter in the act all goes to hell. Warnings for canon-typical violence and imagery in the second link, as it covers the events of "Mizumono."]

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[hot_water]

Tahno's taking it easy today, curled up in an armchair by the fire. Watercolor paints on the side table jump out of their containers with a waggle of his fingers, striping the canvas in his lap. All in all, it's a decent picture of the fire fish, he thinks. He selects a brush to add finishing details.

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[is_the_motion]

Bonnie comes out from the infirmary, and goes over to the bar with a pocket full of cards.

She places one set of wedding invitations down.

( Autor, Jay, Emcee, Rae, Pearse )

Then a much larger set of hen party invitations, which should cover pretty much everyone she's met and got on with, plus a couple she hasn't got on so well with (because it ought to cheer some of them up). In fact, she asks that Javert and Valjean get delivered one especially.



And then the last card, she sits down and looks at in quiet wonder. It's amazing what they can do in that infirmary.


[ooc: Everyone of all ages is invited to the hen party providing they keep on their underwear :)]