The garden

[starrydome]

Elrond is seated on a bench in the garden.

The evidence of spring is everywhere, unfurling from the soil, unfolding from the branches. And it (along with other things) is making him pensive.

He is holding a mug, but the tea within has grown cold.

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[notmygrandfather]

--and stumbles into something that definitely isn't a corridor of a Massassi temple on Yavin 4.

Anakin Solo glances behind himself first, but Artoo hasn't accompanied him. So, he's alone for the time being. Fine. He looks around him, taking stock of his new surroundings.

... Surely Jacen or Jaina would've warned him about pranks on newbies like this?

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[runningred]

OOM: Some things go according to plan. And then some things don’t. And in Jay’s experience, they usually don’t.


Jay stumbles into the bar, swaying. Stripped down to the torn remains of tight skins he wears under his armour, he’s dirty, bloodstained and bruised. His eyes are blown and somehow wrong.

He forces himself to take a swaying step towards the bar, laying the Romanesque sword in his hand down on the counter. He orders a set of handcuffs, every move deliberate and controlled at great cost as he drops to his knees, cuffing his wrists behind his back.

With a deep breath, he starts bellowing for security.

{ooc: plotlocked for X and reactions only. Sorry guys, he doesn't want to hurt anyone.}

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[isawit]

 Selina sits in the rafters, waiting and worrying. Buzzing about her are three drones; Hep, Ptolemy, and Khufu. She just needs to wait. 48 hours Jay had said.

Easier said then done.

Distractions very welcome.

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[bringspeopletogether]

It feels like half of Denerim's been cluttered with merchant's carts since the coronation. Lots of the rich and fancy journeying to meet their new king? It's a prime spot for hawking wares. Never mind the rubble, or the filthy alleyways, or the bloodstains some people haven't quite gotten off the walls yet -- come take a look at this beautifully crafted sword or those lovely silks!

They've even got some limited edition souvenirs. When Alistair took a peek one evening, the merchant practically fell over himself to give him a set for free.

Which means Alistair's over by the fire with a half-finished pint of ale, a nice beef stew...and two hand puppets. One of him and one of Queen Anora.

So what if the souvenirs were supposed to be for children? They're kind of funny.

(You know. In that way where he has to laugh or he might go mad. Nobody needs the king to go mad this soon into his reign.)

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[athelstanthescribe]

It's the waxing moon, and Athelstan doesn't feel ready. He's packed up or put on those few belongings he's taking back with him - meaning he's dressed monastically again - but he still doesn't feel ready.

He's sitting in the bar now, staring at the front door as he tries to work up his will, and slowly drinking the latest of several bottles of ale.

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[fry_sandhu]

Fry normally quite enjoys homework, but he's been staring at his piece of paper for the best part of an hour. Silly task, he thinks, to have to write a poem about 'spring', even if it does only have to be four lines long.

So far he has got:

'Spring is March until June
Summer is soon.'

It rhymes at least, right?

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[bigarmy_strangepants]

Ragnar Lothbrok is putting his Milliways affairs in order, which mostly means making sure that his motorbike is clean and well-oiled and protected until he gets back, whenever that may be.

And that Gyda is taken care of.

So at first, he is in the back doing motorcycle maintenance before rolling it down into the garage.

Later on, he will be at the bar, giving her complex instructions, and then writing a letter to Gyda, which is slow going -- of course.


[[OOC: Please say in your tag where your charrie finds him!]]