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[i_am_your_host]

[ The Master of Ceremonies is a fop and Jay is a slave boy during Mardi Gras...

...and they take things upstairs to play with their costumes.

Warnings: In the second link, mild dom/sub roleplay, sex, oral sex, and a silly room. ]

Morning exercise -- outside

[ostro_goth]

Teja is beside the lake shore this morning, despite the late winter cold, and going through the basic martial art forms that Ryu Hayabusa taught him so many years ago, when he was new to Milliways. He does this every morning, of course. This morning, though, he is in the company of a toddler, a little red-headed fellow of two and a half years or so, valiantly trying to imitate him.

The cats are watching.

Making breakfast -- kitchen

[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. Black pudding features heavily.

From a small radio on the work top, positively cheerful classical music is playing.

Morning walk -- forest

[witchfinder_general]

Father Pearse Harman is walking through the forest, coming back from Javert's church where he had been looking at the progress made.

He seems quite cheerful.

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[never_promised]

Aaaand still no door home. It's the first thing he looks for coming into the room, every time, and every time the blank wall where it should be sparks a little flicker of fury.

Harry smiles the fury down into frustration, and dribbles his football up to the bar. Food. Sausage, sack... "And some of those dumplings that Thor Odinson did share with me, with sauces both fierce and mild. Surprise me, Dame Bar!"

Surprise him she does, with a platter of miscellany larger than he'd imagined, and with it an odd little loop of cloth. He studies it idly as he digs into the feast. There's plenty enough to share.

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[janebecomes]

Jane loves her cousin the Countess dearly, she's a wonderful woman but she is growing tired of her kind looks. The Countess will make Henry happy, that is what matters. When she enters, she is smoothing her day dress with a determined look and then a sigh.

Milliways has awful timing, if she had her writing, perhaps she would welcome it, but she does not. She walks to the counter to order some tea and Bar offers her the newest London Gazette along with her tea, "Thank you, Madame Bar."

The aroma of her steeping tea and the bustle of Milliways soothes her temper as she considers where to sit.

(no subject)

[freedom_is_grey]

[OOM: But like leaves and kings, all things must fall.]

[ooc: Spoilers for Witch Hunt]

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[protect_and_survey]

When Jemma comes in, it's clear she's had something of an adventure. Her clothes are dusty (the light blue coat is even rumpled, horrors), her hair has been frizzed by a hot steamy climate, and there's a streak of dirt she hasn't yet gotten around to cleaning off across her forehead.

...

Who would have thought a simple retrieval could be so... alarming?


(OOC: Jemma is halfway through E1S2... poor thing thinks its over. It's never over, Jemma. Never.)