Oct. 30th, 2016

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[oom: harry percy and william douglas go to scotland, in three parts.]

Harry hardly feels like he was away at all (of course, maybe he wasn't-- it was only two days or so in Scotland, and perhaps was the same amount of time here) and now he's back. And he's, he-- he--

He doesn't know how he feels, which naturally means he soon works his way back around to grumpy. So it's a familiar sight, really: Harry Percy, sitting at the bar looking irritated.

At least he managed to keep the sword.

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Oct. 30th, 2016 07:11 pm
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Sherlock almost doesn't leave a note.

He almost doesn't leave the Stradivarius, either, but decides it's a gesture of trust to leave the violin on its stand rather than give it to the bar for safekeeping.

But a note ... several drafts of a note are now burning to ash in the fireplace, and he almost doesn't start another.

Almost.

But first he writes this:
ExpandSinric )

This makes it easier to let the words flow, and he writes:
ExpandJim )

He leaves the notes with the Bar, and puts on the Belstaff coat for the first time in many weeks. At the door, he takes one more look around, and then the door clicks shut behind him.
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[conversations with dead people: king james ii meets king james i. tw for non-graphic mentions of violence and blood]

Jamie's just about calmed himself down-- well, calmed himself down enough that he looks outwardly sort of mostly calm-- when he walks into the bar and finds himself suddenly in an outfit somewhat different from his usual. Not being familiar with Halloween and its attendant costuming traditions, he really has no context to explain this.

Well. He has one explanation.

He stumbles over to the Bar and demands, "Am I awake?"

A note comes back: Yes.

He stares at it a moment or two, then suddenly seizes it, crumples it up, and throws it behind the bar. "Ah, fuck, I canny trust you."

He sinks down onto a stool and lowers his head down onto his hands, resting on the bar. It's fine. It's fine. He'll just-- wait.