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[sunbaked_baker]

Unease shows in Rae's posture, in the tension held in her shoulders and back, as she goes to the bar for a cup of tea.

The cup of tea is a stalling tactic - one of her favorites, it seems - but she is feeling the need for fortifying caffeine, today.

Because today, she heads home. Again. Her tab is paid, her room is clean, and her key has been left with the Bar for safekeeping until she returns.

Things have been relatively quiet at home, lately. Rae can tell herself she shouldn't read this as ominous - that the air of repressed anxiety that seems thick enough to cut with a knife is only her biased perception, and not necessarily the way things really are. But tension and trepidation still sing in the way she holds herself, and the tea still sits in her stomach like lead as she sips and eyes her door, waiting to gather the wherewithal to go.

Happy Belated 1,095th Birthday!

[yinyangwizard]

Seimei steps through the door of Milliways and goes straight to the Bar to greet her with a bow, as is his custom. When he straightens up, there is a cupcake waiting for him. It has a candle in it.

"Oh! Thank you for remembering, Madam. I myself had quite forgotten," he says. He sits down on a barstool, blows out the candle, and delicately puts it aside. He then peels the wrapping from the cupcake, admires it for a moment, and takes a bite.

It's red velvet with cream cheese frosting. He's not sure how the Bar figured out his fondness for this particular sort of cupcake, but he appreciates it.

[OOC: As of February 21st, 2016, Seimei is 1,095 years old. Blame the mun for forgetting to EP him on his actual birthday.]

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[just_cant_lose]

 
Jim looks positively staid - by his recent standards - when he comes in today. The same jeans and underwear situation, of course, but the effect is sobered by a navy button-down shirt, and actual shoes made of actual leather. He gives the impression of having come in from a normal day at the office, right down to hair mussed as if he's put his fingers through it a few times.

The bar presents coffee and a sandwich upon request, and when he says, 'apparently you can provide things to do?' in a tone that doesn't hold out much hope, a chess set with wooden pieces appears.

'...oh come on. Who told?'

No answer.

There's no one near him, so he leans down and whispers, 'you're a bitch,' before snatching the whole lot up and retiring to a table.

He hates chess. He hates chess with a fiery passion. But it doesn't stop him setting up the pieces the second he sits down, ignoring the coffee and sandwich entirely, and staring at the board without touching anything. For a really long time. A really, really long time.



[OOC: Open for a few days! <3

ETA: Time to crash. Back tomoz to pick up! <3]