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[just_cant_lose]

 
Despite the impression he's been giving to Sherlock on the rare occasions it's come up, Jim has not actually been looking forward to today. Neither is he entirely ambivalent towards it, which would normally be the case. This is why he gets up before dawn and heads outside, distracting himself with things that suddenly seem more important than lounging around enjoying himself.

He takes a motorbike from the garage and spends most of the morning up the mountain, getting the lay of the land and picking a good spot for his upcoming project. It doesn't take long enough, but at least it blows some cobwebs away. He finds himself sharp again, dissecting ideas and throwing away the unnecessary, calculating what he needs for both this most benign of occupations, and the less benign situation regarding certain other patrons of this bar.

He comes down at lunchtime. For one thing, it's bloody cold. For another, there's no point putting it off any longer. It is what it is, and he's worked enough today. Time to put on a show, for Sherlock's sake if nothing else.

'Bar,' he says, dropping gloves on the counter. 'Your very best steak and a bottle of Jameson's, if you will.'

Both things are duly provided. Along with a chocolate cupcake with a sparkler in lieu of a candle, and a glittery party hat with streamers pouring out of the top. A napkin reads, Happy birthday, Jim.

'Oh, fuck off.'

It's said drily, but he takes everything to a booth anyway, and paints on a smile for the benefit of the room. It doesn't reach his eyes, but then, it rarely does.


[OOC: Open alllll weekend, and probs into next week.]

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[thewidewideworld]

OOM: Sinric arrives in the trade city of Kollam and falls in with a troop of players. Which is all good and well until one of the players becomes obsessed with him.

{ooc: warnings for attempted rape and violence but not until the end. Plenty to read before that. Start marked with asterisks for anyone who wants to avoid it.}

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[soldier_blade]

Sonya's long since accepted that some nights, there was no getting a full nights sleep for her-maybe two hours if she was lucky. The nights she did get to sleep, the nightmares would come and it was almost like her body was wired 'not' to fall asleep too long or risk  unearthing the demons. She was always a light sleeper anyway, but over the years it had gotten worse.

That night it was especially bad. The room she had felt too small, too confining and she needed some air.

Dixie was still in his stall within the barn, she'd checked to make sure he was secure, before going off along the path around the lake, a flashlight at her side and a hunting knife strapped to her waist. There was no plan set, no idea how long she planned to walk, she just needed to clear her head. Maybe if she walked long enough, she'd be too tired to care about the nightmares.

By dawn, she was still up, having moved from the lake back to the main Bar, reclining on one of the sofas by the fire, some blue yarn and needles in her lap. She hadn't knitted in years, not since Cassie was a baby, and her fingers occasionally drop or forget a stitch.

She's so tired, but her mind's refusing to let her sleep.

Distractions and sleep aids would be completely welcomed.

ooc:  Catch Sonya either in the woods or in Bar. Tags are going to be slow as work's been kicking my ass, but I wanted to put the post up.

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[angry_friendship_wolf]

[01 OOMs: Nanomon begins his plan.

Later, the rescue mission starts, with unforeseeable consequences.]