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[childofrebellion]

Cassian gives a wave behind him as he steps through the door with a stiffness in his step. When he sees that he's in Milliways, he relaxes slightly, the past few days have been long. His travels from the rendezvous have been convoluted to prevent anything being traced and he's feeling all the hops especially in his side that's aching from the 'troopers' boots.

At the counter, he gets a caf with some whiskey in it and a burger along with a note from Bar that he answers with a shake, "I'm fine, nothing's broken, just a bruise."

There's another note, this time accompanied by a hot water bottle which gets a confused look from Cassian, "What's this?"

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[green_vagabond]

Snufkin left Moominvalley rather early this year - it was already rainy and miserable by mid-October. He'd been on the road for about a month now. He knew the trail leading out of the valley well. It didn't take long to notice that the forest around him looked a bit different than usual.

He's followed the trail to the tip of a hill, looking down at a lake, with stables, a greenhouse, and an inn of some sort.

It seems he's come to a place he's never been before.

And isn't that a wonderful thought.

Snufkin begins to put up his tent for the evening, although dusk has yet to fall. Then, he sits down, pulls out his harmonica, and begins to play a tune, about the simple joy of being somewhere new.