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[likeroaringlions]

(JAMES. You know what the deal is. We stand by each other. Always.
WILLIAM takes his hand. Always. There's another roar from the drinkers, off. Christ, listen to them out there. Drunken bastards. They're all bastards, James. There's just you and me.
JAMES. That's enough. We'll be fine. Just you and me. Let's just get drunk, man.
They run off...)

...to Milliways, because where else can you get some peace from the castle crowd? James had just come in from the hunt, the hunt after the king's wedding; he's dressed for that, a gangly teenager with moss staining his elbows. William is much the same. He's got a growing lump over his temple and a swelling split lip but they've cleaned up the blood and--and it's fine, all right?

They're gonna get drunk. They're already drunk and they're gonna get more drunk. "Wine for...for two men in from the hunt," William calls to Bar, and snatches up the bottle provided. "Let's find a place to sit."




((Joint post--tag asking for one or the other or both, or get whoever's around! Both muns are going to be traveling later in the week, but we're both around for a couple of days first.))

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[alec_swamp]

He comes in from outside, from the chill of the pseudo-Scottish woods, and slowly begins to turn greener. Winter is coming, and as what is essentially a plant, he does not thrive on winter. But he needed to be outside for a while, to connect with the calmer Green of the Bar and not the confused, angry Green of Earth, forever trying to push back against mankind, against all of the Red.

But he also needed to calm himself. The way he always does after doing something for Constantine. Fortunately, he's gotten good at being calmer by now. Otherwise he probably would have throttled John today.

No matter. He doesn't have to deal with John today.

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[coral_sandhu]

[oom: Grandma and her boyfriend take Coral and her siblings out for the day, and everyone attempts to behave themselves.]