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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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[coreenfennel.livejournal.com]

Coreen is curled up on the couch, doing some embroidery work, and occasionally tickling her son in his basket, and feeding them both fruit.

She looks up, though...the woodsmoke is now only associated with one person for her.

"Hey, Weyland."

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's there, in the corner, somewhat indistinguishable due to a haze of smoke.

[makesthings]

Sameth is still rather tired after the strange day he had so nods at the man down the Bar as he gets a beer.

If Weyland has been in the forge recently, he'll probably recognize the feel of Sameth's magic.

[tragic_mask]

"You'd certainly have more than words to offer," she says, wryly.

"And, of course, there's the fact that my power seems to go away when I'm here. I'm sure you don't have that problem."