(no subject)

[just_cant_lose]

[A few days ago, someone was in a bad mood. Someone spoke harshly. Someone threw a note away.]


Today, a package is delivered to the bar. It's wrapped neatly in very old paper, with a note attached to the top. Authentic ink, authentic (and very kingly) handwriting, with all proper mode of speech. It's addressed to Feuilly. King Henry needs your help! Please fix it for Hotspur to get a pleasant surprise as a thank you for looking after Barbary. Your discretion in the matter is appreciated, et cetera.

Instructions for delivery are given, and the super-innocuous, super-anonymous messenger slinks away, humming Rossini under his breath.


[Lol museum security. Yay decent forgers on the payroll.]

(no subject)

[herr_bookman]

[OOM: "I was sent to the Artois region in France at the age of nineteen, and with Dylan was led into the trenches."

Warnings for violence and death.]

in which a young lady enters Milliways for the first time

[heroine_in_training]

The reader may well imagine the state of mind of a girl of seventeen, tossed with great rapidity from the peak of happiness-- an engagement, and to a man so kind, so witty, so wise!-- to the depth of despair-- will his father ever consent? And so her betrothed must return home at once, to seek to persuade him, or to wait to see if perhaps time will soften his resolve. It was a tearful parting, and a painful separation.

Though she had resolved to dedicate her days to improving reading, we must all agree that nothing passes the time so readily as a novel. And so our heroine applied herself instead to tales of those as truly tossed in love as she. And perhaps this was fitting study after all, though for an event she could not ever have imagined: the appearance of a doorway in her bedroom. And stepping through that doorway to behold, on the other side, the strangest room she ever had seen.

And now to the present moment, which finds Catherine Morland perched upon a bar stool. A pamphlet appeared before her when she arrived, and though she was too giddy to apply herself to reading it fully, she holds it pressed to her chest as she stares about the room, eyes wide, every few moments reaching down to give her own arm a good, firm pinch-- just to be certain that this is no dream.

Easter Egg Hunt Redux

[ostro_goth]

This morning, Teja found a message from Bonnie at the bar, announcing that the Easter Egg Hunt had been cancelled, and could he please see about a substitute as she was taking herself to bed, baby bump and all.

After researching the purpose of an Easter Egg Hunt in the library, Teja is now out and about in the grounds, accompanied by Egil and trailed, occasionally, by all four forge cats, hiding sturdy and colourful plastic eggs that would even be safe as a chew toy for dogs. They are emblazoned with the words "Exchange For Cholocate At Bar".

Egil is especially proud when he thinks of a good hiding place.

Later, Bonnie's note is amended again:

Instead of chocolate, you may now
hunt for substitutes, which you may exchange.
All the badges still apply!