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[arcane_mixologist]

Eliot is in bar and has taken over one of the booths. He's got a large piece of paper suitable for water colors and is unrolling a canvas roll of various tools used for the many forms of calligraphy; brushes, pens, quills, and the like. Patiently he begins to write on his paper, quickly filling it with various languages--Chinese, Farsi, Greek, Cyrillic, and other non-Latin alphabets--elegantly switching tools as the language demands.

If you happen to read any of the languages, he's writing dirty limericks. The narration apologizes if this offends.

OOM with Rogue One spoiler warnings.

[imthepilot]

OOM: The doctor who isn't Galen walks a shell-shocked Bodhi upstairs and encourages him to eat.

{ooc: warnings for discussions of childhood mortality, child neglect, and general gas-lighting.}

Happy Hour

[makesthings]

Sameth enters carrying various lists for helping the Southerlings and adjusts his surcoat. There's so much to do, but there's always a lot to do, it would be strange if there wasn't anything. When he sits down at the counter and shifts his sword from habit, a napkin appears and he says, "Yes, I'd be happy to."

Then he goes behind the counter and pulls out the cocktail book as he considers recipes.

Specials
Spiced Wine
Promised Land Martini
Crown Float

Once they're up, he makes himself a spiced wine and as he watches the counter, starts making some sketches on the back of one of his lists for improving Lirael's hand.

(OOC: This week, I read the newest book of Sam's canon. Help me share the happy new canon feeling.)

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[imthepilot]

OOM:

"Feather scratches on his wrists. Dry run with a bread knife."

Torch the Moon. The Whitlams.

{Warnings for Rogue One spoilers, depression, self medication, and thoughts about self harming.}

[Tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]