Apr. 23rd, 2017

imthepilot: (Drowning - sleep)
[personal profile] imthepilot
Curled up in a corner of the infirmary is Bodhi Rook. Pale and miserable but alive, and watched over by a little black cat.

As bad as he feels, company is most welcome.

{oom: warnings for mentions of attempted suicidal. Please PM me if there's anything you want to discuss.}
electro_kinetic: (thoughtful)
[personal profile] electro_kinetic
Noriko comes into the bar in a breezy, fluttering tank top and a pair of skinny jeans, quiet for once as she collects a small tea tray from the bar and retreats to the couch; she tucks her legs up and stares at the slate-gray and gold cup, carefully placing a sugary, salty preserved flower in the bottom. Brewing the tea has already been taken care of and she watches it go from clear, faint green to cloudy as the petals unfurl.

Looking around the bar requires remembering things she in't sure how to feel about yet, and the constancy of confusion gives her a headache. On a separate saucer, there are two panda-shaped and -decorated tea cakes, which she pushes away, facing them towards the wall.

There might be signs of some distress to handle.
is_the_motion: (grin)
[personal profile] is_the_motion
Bonnie pins a notice on the board when she comes into the bar this evening.

'All participants in the Easter Portrait Photography Challenge please submit your scores here!'


She then settles down near the fire, with some knitting. She unravels one of her own knitted sweaters first, winding the wool back into a ball, then proceeds to re-knit the wool to fit a smaller person.