Exit King Henry V

[never_promised]

Another morning, another blank wall where the Door should be--oh. Oh. Oh, thanks be to God in every most profound way, there is his door home. Hal is about to bolt through when he realizes he's not in the clothes he was wearing before: it's all much the same, but everyone has his eyes on a king, especially on board a ship, and someone is bound to notice if he has changed his hose or combed his hair differently.

He bolts from the room and comes back in a few minutes, and then--hm.

Hm.

All right, one more thing. He asks for pen and paper from the bar, and sits to dash off two quick notes. One quick note, anyway: To Sir Henry Percy, thanking him for his good care of the horse Barbary and entrusting him to Percy's continued care. And one less-quick note.

To my good Cesario...

Yeah, this is awkward. Could take a while.

((Hal's heading out of the bar for a bit, but go ahead and catch him here first!))

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[freedom_is_grey]

[OOM: Oh starry night, come and chart a course
Or send me a boat with an anchor set
I'll pull myself ashore.]

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[athelstanthescribe]

Athelstan comes downstairs with his right hand wrapped tightly around his left (where, despite his best efforts, a shallow but long and wide cut can be seen on the back of his hand) and his dog whining anxiously at his heels.

"Bar", he asks sotto voce, "could I have some of that cream that cleans wounds? And a bandage?"

Somebody's unreliable hand tremored at exactly the wrong moment, with a chisel in it.

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[cavalryrepresent]

First week living with Babs. It was totally great! Charlie got to bond with Oracle and Lady Blackhawk and Barda, sorta. Babs is pretty insistent about not wanting her out in the field, but she's going to train Charlie anyway so there's totally wiggle room there. All in all, you know, great. Up until they found a dead Fury on the street with a hole in her chest, which was...

Yeah.

Charlie excused herself from dinner, but she still manages to throw up something when she wakes up from a nightmare later that night. And then, on her way back, the door to her room turns into a Door to Milliways, with all its great food smells, and. Yeah.

A few minutes later, she comes out of the Milliways bathroom, holds her breath, and makes a beeline for the door outside. She's wearing pajamas and is in no way dressed for the weather, but at least the cold shocks her brain away from other things she could be thinking about.