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freedom_is_grey[OOM: In which a dead king, a Grey Warden, a Crow, and a dog fight a dragon. It goes swimmingly!]
May. 29th, 2017
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May. 29th, 2017 11:47 ampsychowolfIt's night time.
He's put off the Change for too long. He can feel the ripples in his skin as he charges out the backdoor.
Clay sniffs the air.
Runs off in the direction where there is no fresh human scent.
He finds a place that will give him some privacy.
Takes off his clothes.
Clay feels the familiar pain of his bones breaking and reforming. The Change coming easily tonight.
There is now a wolf running outside.
[OOC: He has an extremely keen sense of smell. So any normal humans are unlikely to see him before he knows they are there. ]
He's put off the Change for too long. He can feel the ripples in his skin as he charges out the backdoor.
Clay sniffs the air.
Runs off in the direction where there is no fresh human scent.
He finds a place that will give him some privacy.
Takes off his clothes.
Clay feels the familiar pain of his bones breaking and reforming. The Change coming easily tonight.
There is now a wolf running outside.
[OOC: He has an extremely keen sense of smell. So any normal humans are unlikely to see him before he knows they are there. ]
First Entrance
May. 29th, 2017 11:50 amboghadair[OOM: I will ride, I will fly, chase the wind and touch the sky]
...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.
Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.
She did stick the landing after all.
[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]
...and then, suddenly, through one of the doors bursts a red-haired girl astride a rather enormous horse.
Merida is fortunately experienced enough to stop Angus as they slide to a stop a few inches from the bar.She pushes back a handful of curls and huffs out a relieved sigh, then gives a somewhat sheepish glance over her shoulder before standing up taller in the saddle. Dignity is not precisely an ingrained quality for her, but that's no reason not to be proud of herself.
She did stick the landing after all.
[OOC: Merida's first entrance! Open til her next EP. Also I have a Discord ID, please DM me for it!]
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May. 29th, 2017 12:38 pmlikeroaringlions"Aw, Jesus."
It's what, four in the morning, five? and William was on his way to take a piss outside, and grumbling to himself about how it was too damned early to be up but a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and now here he is in this place.
Which he hasn't seen in quite a while. Couple of months? More? Anyway, it's too early in the morning for this. He stomps grumpily over to the restroom, and then over to the bar to ask for some trousers or something because Jesus he's just in a shirt.
And once that is settled, some of that hot chocolate they've got here. Aye, with the wee white sugary bits on top, the mallows or whatever you call them. They're nice.
It's what, four in the morning, five? and William was on his way to take a piss outside, and grumbling to himself about how it was too damned early to be up but a man's got to do what a man's got to do, and now here he is in this place.
Which he hasn't seen in quite a while. Couple of months? More? Anyway, it's too early in the morning for this. He stomps grumpily over to the restroom, and then over to the bar to ask for some trousers or something because Jesus he's just in a shirt.
And once that is settled, some of that hot chocolate they've got here. Aye, with the wee white sugary bits on top, the mallows or whatever you call them. They're nice.
galen_erso[[After a month of freedom and joy, Bodhi and Galen do their best to enjoy their last night together.]]
[[tinytags: bodhi rook, galen erso -- warnings for smut, angst, philosophy, foreshadowing -- the whole lot. Also, long thread is long.]]
Outside, Afternoon -- Part I.
May. 29th, 2017 07:48 pmcook_the_rudeDr. Hannibal Lecter has constructed a cooking pit on the Caribbean beach, fire safely contained in the sand, and is barbecuing a side of bantha ribs, nicely marinaded in white chili and crimson sand ginger. He's got a cooler full of beer and wine as well as some couscous salad, and a basket of breads. Whoever comes by will be offered food and drink.
Apparently, experimenting with alien ingredients is just as stimulating and challenging as cooking people, as Hannibal seems to be in a very good mood, with bare feet and rolled-up shirtsleeves and a Panama hat in the sunshine.
[[OOC: Do feel free to confuse him with Galen, or to have seen the other man on the lawn, and wondering at the doubleness. Take the opportunity to learn and tell them apart.]]
Apparently, experimenting with alien ingredients is just as stimulating and challenging as cooking people, as Hannibal seems to be in a very good mood, with bare feet and rolled-up shirtsleeves and a Panama hat in the sunshine.
[[OOC: Do feel free to confuse him with Galen, or to have seen the other man on the lawn, and wondering at the doubleness. Take the opportunity to learn and tell them apart.]]
Outside, Afternoon -- Part II.
May. 29th, 2017 07:57 pmgalen_ersoGalen Erso hasn't been released from the infirmary yet -- apparently, bacta hasn't been invented here -- but he has graduated to a smaller apparatus for his painkillers and readings, one he can wear in the pocket of his bathrobe.
Which is why he is wearing a bathrobe as he's sitting at a table on the lawn, in the sun, drinking something from a tall glass that is cold, and bright blue.
On his lap, there's a cat.
[[OOC: Do feel free to confuse him with Hannibal, or to have seen the other man on the beach, and wondering at the doubleness. Take the opportunity to learn and tell them apart. tinytag: galen erso]]
Which is why he is wearing a bathrobe as he's sitting at a table on the lawn, in the sun, drinking something from a tall glass that is cold, and bright blue.
On his lap, there's a cat.
[[OOC: Do feel free to confuse him with Hannibal, or to have seen the other man on the beach, and wondering at the doubleness. Take the opportunity to learn and tell them apart. tinytag: galen erso]]
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May. 29th, 2017 11:20 pmfor_everyone[oom: "This can't go on."]
At the bar, Hera's sitting with a mug of caf, and her datapad. The good thing about finishing a job is that she can afford a drink, and a good one, the kind that she's unlikely to find in any cantina she'd stop in back home. On the other hand, it also means that it’s time to review inventory, repairs, and expenses. Which means a lot of flipping through her datapad and being reminded of everything she could have put those caf credits toward.
As of yet, though, she's not feeling any regrets.
Meanwhile, Kanan is outside, climbing down the rocks along the lake that lead toward the mountains. Exploring... whatever this place is had seemed like a good idea. And at the moment, he's making his way down from the secluded spot where he'd chosen to meditate. Or to try, at least.
Even here, it's not something he's about to do in public.
[ooc: Tag one or the other! :)]
At the bar, Hera's sitting with a mug of caf, and her datapad. The good thing about finishing a job is that she can afford a drink, and a good one, the kind that she's unlikely to find in any cantina she'd stop in back home. On the other hand, it also means that it’s time to review inventory, repairs, and expenses. Which means a lot of flipping through her datapad and being reminded of everything she could have put those caf credits toward.
As of yet, though, she's not feeling any regrets.
Meanwhile, Kanan is outside, climbing down the rocks along the lake that lead toward the mountains. Exploring... whatever this place is had seemed like a good idea. And at the moment, he's making his way down from the secluded spot where he'd chosen to meditate. Or to try, at least.
Even here, it's not something he's about to do in public.
[ooc: Tag one or the other! :)]
