The cherry blossoms are gone, until next year...

[yinyangwizard]

Some time in the dark of night, the last few blossoms fall from the greening cherry trees. And the trees themselves vanish.

Dawn breaks on a Milliways landscape restored to its former self. The trees, the fallen blossoms, and any pieces taken from them are gone. Only pictures and memories remain.

[OOC: Reactions only please! I hope everyone enjoyed the cherry blossoms.]

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[hecu_marine]

The sight of Shephard out behind the bar with a bow and a damn big quiver of arrows is not an uncommon one around here. The longbow is not, however, the Marine's sole pre-gunpowder weapon of choice. In the part of Corps history during which he enlisted, the Marines were the only US armed force to receive any training at all with swords.

Granted, it was largely for ceremonial events; this is why Shephard's style looks nothing like Corps training moves. He's practicing what Bumi taught him to do with a Mameluke saber, not anything his old DI ever did.

Not that he expects to have to, you know, sword anybody any time soon. But it is far from a bad idea to keep in practice with all your weapons.

[Tinytag: Sabine Wren]

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[collects_strays]

[oom: winter

Warning for allusions to incarceration.]

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[1stwitness]

Ichabod ducks through the door, the sounds of a genteel party behind him, and visibly relaxes when he realizes what's happened.

"Excellent timing", he says to thin air.

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[manofbusiness]

Childermass is at a table, a plate of unfussy food in front of him, pipe in one hand and a newspaper in the other.

It's a London newspaper, this time, and he's reading one particular article with focused interest.