Feb. 16th, 2016
First Entrance.
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seelightbelight[With a rebooted Xamot and Tomax.]
Seeing people handcuffed together and looking unhappy about their situation was not what the pair of twin brothers standing in the doorway expected to see when they enter Milliways for the first time.
Actually, Milliways was not what they were expecting to see when they went through the door.
"What sort of establishment is this?" asks the twin with the scar on his face.
"One run by law enforcement?" replies the scarless twin.
"I do not think it is, Tomax. Look. No officers of law."
"They could be plain clothes, Xamot."
"Then I suggest—"
"—That we watch our steps, and our backs."
"Agreed."
Seeing people handcuffed together and looking unhappy about their situation was not what the pair of twin brothers standing in the doorway expected to see when they enter Milliways for the first time.
Actually, Milliways was not what they were expecting to see when they went through the door.
"What sort of establishment is this?" asks the twin with the scar on his face.
"One run by law enforcement?" replies the scarless twin.
"I do not think it is, Tomax. Look. No officers of law."
"They could be plain clothes, Xamot."
"Then I suggest—"
"—That we watch our steps, and our backs."
"Agreed."
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Feb. 16th, 2016 02:43 pmthe_cupbearerGanymede comes in from a different doorway this time, holding not a wine crate but a bowl full of fruit against his hip, looking somewhat more subdued than the last time he was here. He only has on one piece of jewelry, and the noise that follows him in is of children, animals, all loud and apparently happy.
In many ways things have changed, and in many more nothing has; midway through the door he stops and turns to toss an apple to a child shouting for one, tugging on the tail of his shirt. But when he sees the bar he hands the bowl over, turning back once said boy--ten or eleven, lanky and underfed by the look of him--has scuttled off. Ganymede leans back against the door and blows out a breath.
The past few months have been very tiring.
In many ways things have changed, and in many more nothing has; midway through the door he stops and turns to toss an apple to a child shouting for one, tugging on the tail of his shirt. But when he sees the bar he hands the bowl over, turning back once said boy--ten or eleven, lanky and underfed by the look of him--has scuttled off. Ganymede leans back against the door and blows out a breath.
The past few months have been very tiring.
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Feb. 16th, 2016 08:53 pmguppy_sandhuGuppy isn't in handcuffs. Lucky for him his wife fed him at home*.
Instead, he's sitting on a rug near the fire with his youngest kid, Gil, who is doing some sort of tea party, he thinks, with cups and a small amount of water. Though if he didn't know better, Gil just offered him a 'costa' before trying to put the empty teapot on his head.
Botherable!
[*Fran being the slightly less bad at cooking of the two of them, and it being Tuesday]
Instead, he's sitting on a rug near the fire with his youngest kid, Gil, who is doing some sort of tea party, he thinks, with cups and a small amount of water. Though if he didn't know better, Gil just offered him a 'costa' before trying to put the empty teapot on his head.
Botherable!
[*Fran being the slightly less bad at cooking of the two of them, and it being Tuesday]
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Feb. 16th, 2016 11:15 pm2goodarms[Out of Milliways, about nine years ago:
what do you have for us today?
throw us a bone but save the plate
throw us a bone but save the plate
]
