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[mechanicalswans]

[OOM: One commission, two gifts and an unexpected visitor. Small warning for a bit of blood and gore.]

Weyland returns to the bar sometime later, when he has recovered enough to appear calm again, and he carries the gifts he has made up to the bar. It looks like it's going to be another Atlantean night.

He takes a seat at the bar, and waits. There's one person in particular he's waiting for and several others he'd be very happy to see, but really any distraction would be welcome.

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[mechanicalswans]

"I can have them sent up for you," he says, opening the door and stepping back into the bar. "Well, some to get you started anyway."

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

She nods, slowly. "Thank you, Weyland."

Evan has still not decided what's going on, and he's not particularly thrilled about that either. The fact that he knows that his mother is in pain doesn't help either.

[mechanicalswans]

Well, Evan will have plenty of time to feel safe and comforted when they are back up in their room. It smells like a proper den to him anyway, not the weirdness of the forge.

Weyland quietly relays an order for supplies to a waitrat on his way to the elevator.

[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Hell, the forge smells weird to Coreen too. And makes her eyes hurt.

Her eyes are hurting for a different reason now, as she finally stops crying, and starts worrying. Joe is not going to be thrilled.

Luckily, the worry doesn't last long before her world fades to black.