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[never_shall_yield]

 
Javert is in his normal back corner of the bar. It was pouring rain when he finished in the forge for the day, so he came here instead of going out into the woods. He is surrounded by paper, and the odd ruler, and he is drawing something with precision on one sheet - only to finish it, shake his head and toss it away, before taking a new piece and starting again. 

This looks like it has been going on for some time, and may continue the rest of the day. And possibly night. A distraction before his hand falls off would perhaps be welcome.



[OOC: Open UNTIL THE END OF TIME. Or next Wednesday. Whichever comes first. <3

ETA: YOU FABULOUS PEOPLE. *flings love at* I must crash, but it's been a blast. Am around all day tomorrow to continue. <3]

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[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Lecter, walking past, is almost hit by a tossed-away piece of paper that slid away for a few paces. He bends, picks it up, uncrumples it, and looks.

"Hmmm."

[never_shall_yield]

Javert does notice that. He scowls, suddenly defensive - though it is ridiculous to feel so, the designs are spread openly enough.

'You may place that in the fire if you wish to be helpful.'

He needs the space.

[cook_the_rude]

"I may," Dr. Lecter says, still looking at the paper. "May I keep it if I want to?"

[damncompass]

Joshua gets bopped in the knee by one of the papers as he's getting a cup of coffee. He uncrimples it and takes a look.

"Huh. Not a bad sketch. What's this for?"

[never_shall_yield]

Javert blinks, and looks up. He has the appearance of a man pulled from another world.

'It is-'

Which one is it? There are many, none to his satisfaction. The one in the man's hand appears to be of a small church in the woods - a very decent drawing by anyone's standards, though Javert curls his lip at it.

'Something I will make, that is all.'

[damncompass]

"You're taking up building?" Joshua pauses, wincing. He knows that 'I was doing something' look. "Er, sorry. Didn't mean to break your concentration. It looks pretty good to me. I haven't taken an architecture class in ages, but it looks structurally sound."

Geometry's not that far from physics if you squint and think about angles and forces.

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen had meant to take Dogmeat and her cattle to Milliways today and exercise them outside, but thought to check the weather first. Her Brahmin don't react well to rain, so all she has with her today is the dog, and a certain amount of curiosity as to what's being drawn.

(She's no architect, but some of the former Lamplight kids have been pretty good about repairing Springvale houses, so she's seen a sketch or two along the way.)

[never_shall_yield]

He raises his head when he senses another person.

'Mademoiselle,' he says, and rises to his feet without thinking. A bow, bleary-eyed, and a sudden consciousness that he must smell like the forge.

'Forgive me. I have been meaning to find you.'

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen returns the bow- it's only fair- and makes no indication that she notices the smell, assuming she does at all. "Monsieur," she says, although her accent is... um. She's trying. "It's all right, I've had other things on my mind. How have you been?"

[change_my_story]

Matilda was used to Miliways appearing in her room. It was entirely different for her for it to appear in school: it was naughty and sneaky, and yet looking at her headmistress, it was also something of a relief.

She's still in her school uniform with her school satchel when she stops by Javert's table, picking up a piece of discarded paper. She uncrumples and studies it a moment, trying to find out what it is.

"What is this supposed to be?"

[ostro_goth]

Teja wanders by, greets Javert with a brief nod -- after all, they have already spoken today -- and picks up some of the discarded drawings.

[never_shall_yield]

'Many people are interested in those,' he says, barely glancing up.

'It is strange that everyone is surprised I can do something.'

He is not surprised that he can do it. He is only surprised everyone cannot - or say they cannot, at the least. Probably they could if they applied themselves.

[ostro_goth]

Teja smoothes out some of the papers. "You can do this one thing better than most other people," he says. "You are going to build a chapel in the woods?"

[the_cupbearer]

Javert gets, rather than Ganymede himself, a juvenile saluki--one with a fiberglass cast on a rear leg--nosing at his kneecap.

She seems to be awfully concerned with his dedication to the papers.

[never_shall_yield]

That certainly gets his attention. He stares at it for a moment, takes in its injured state, then drops his pencil and looks around.

'Ganymede! One of your creatures is loose!'

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede--seated not far away--raises his head at the call of his name, and it takes him a moment to look down at the pup. "Clio," he calls, clicking his tongue to get her back.

"Thank you," he says, watching her pace back toward the couch. "She is a dog, Javert, you needn't call her creature. Her name is Clio."

I promised it and here it is!

[no_vampires_plz]

Someone is eying the paper curiously.

Someone four feet tall, purple, and roughly horse-shaped.

*collapses with joy*

[never_shall_yield]

It does not take Javert long to notice he is being watched, even as engrossed as he is.


It takes rather longer to fathom what he is being watched by.

...indeed, he still does not know. He is simply staring.

Re: *collapses with joy*

[no_vampires_plz]

"Oh, am I bothering you?" Its voice is that of a young woman. "I'm sorry. I was just curious about what you were drawing there."

Sorry, I kind of had to.

[prettygoodcop]

Marge, meanwhile, is marking her own notebook. While none of this will make it into her report, she has thus far found that it helps to make note of the things she sees here. It makes them seem more real.

She notices Javert's labor from her own table near the corner. Marge knows how little Norm likes to be interrupted while painting, so she remains silent. She ventures only a very brief and ultimately fruitless glance, content to merely

Or at least she would, if that crumpled sheet of paper hadn't hit her in the face. Her eyes narrow slightly, and she makes a quiet, yet audibly irritated sigh.

Lol! \o/ Am crashing really soon, but am around tomorrow. <3

[never_shall_yield]

He did not notice he hit her with that last toss. He does notice the sigh, but it is still a moment before he is sufficiently roused to turn and find the source of it. By that time, the paper has rolled to a stop, and he does not see it.

And so, he just glares at her noise for interrupting him, and returns to his work.

[never_lost_faith]

Finally, somebody who ignores the papers on the floor and looks directly at Javert's drawing as she passes.

"Good evening, inspector," Katrina Crane says, pleasantly enough. "That is a very lovely little church you are drawing. May I enquire as to where it is?"

[never_shall_yield]

'It exists as you see it.'

What was this one's name? He cannot remember. It is not important.

'And do not call me that.'