Ye Olde Everybody EP on a Sunday

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The door opens, and Ragnar Lothbrok wanders in from a place that looks like a camp-site in hilly country, with cooking fires, and people laugh. Not all of these voices are male. Ragnar looks a bit astonished -- he closes the door with an odd gesture, as if letting go of a branch. Then, he quickly walks to the back of the room and vanishes into a door there; after a few minutes, he comes out again and walks towards the bar to order a horn cup of good spring water. What, did you think Vikings live on mead alone?

Dorian Gray comes wandering in from his house; as the door closes, there's a brief glance of a huge room with marble floors, the walls covered in portraits from all eras of art history, even some that ought not to exist yet. He's reading as he walks, his nose deep in 'The Count of Monte Cristo', chuckling as he walks. He only notices that he's in Milliways when he almost hits a pillar; then, he smiles, slouches on a sofa by the fireplace and orders coffee. He keeps reading.

Father Pearse Harman comes downstairs after the Sunday service, in order to eat a proper Sunday dinner (despite this being Lent -- Sundays are traditionally non-fast-days) of a very British kind -- it features a roast leg of chicken, Yorkshire pudding, two kinds of vegetables, and gravy. There will even be pudding afterwards, 'pudding' being a generic word for 'dessert', and this particular pudding being apple crumble with custard. For once, the priest seems to actually have an appetite.

Madame Thénardier has actually been to mass as well, simply to try and look like a good solid bourgeoise who does what she's supposed to; she is actually wearing a lace scarf in her usual generous cleavage. But now, having made the effort, she gets a basket of chicken wings from the bar, orders a new book that seems to delight her, and retires to her usual nook behind the fireplace to read and eat. She occasionally wipes her hand on her apron, but the new book nevertheless soon acquires greasy smudges.

Katrina Crane comes in from the back, bringing with her two baskets full of assorted seed packages that are all open, and possibly mislabelled, as well as her copy of Culpeper's and one or two other herbal books. She sits at a table, orders tea, and then proceeds to identify, consolidate, re-label and generally sort all the seeds for the herb garden.

Dr. Hannibal Lecter enters from the kitchen, carrying what looks like a breakfast tray -- coffee and fresh juice, mushroom and eggs on toast, an elegant salad with fruit, and a plate of crisply fried black pudding garnished with radishes. It may be a bit late for breakfast, but Dr. Lecter is known for the unorthodoxy of his meals, after all; so he wears the face of a man who expects no comments.

Teja enters from the back door as well, carrying a laughing toddler and followed by four cats who very casually slink in before the door happens to close. They secure a table near the stairs, and some waitrats bring over a high chair, which the toddler (almost two years old now) is put into. A plate of fruit for the child soon follows, and tuna for the cats. Two places are set at the table, Teja is served a clay cup of well-watered red wine, and then, he leans back, content like a man who has done his work.

Lady Margolotta enters from a drawing room the sombre and elegant lines of which are disturbed by posters, scattered papers, floofy poufs, empty mugs of cocoa, and an iconograph on a tripod. Apparently, some meeting of the Überwald League of Temperance just ended. Margolotta is carrying a tattered pamphlet that, however, says TRAIN SCHEDULE on the first page. She notices immediately that there is light coming from the windows, and finds herself a table in the darkest corner of the bar, as far away from the windows as possible.


[[OOC: Everybody is here for your tagging pleasure! Say in your comment whom you want for your charrie, or they might get just anybody...]]

Comments

[capture_eternity]

"I live there most of the time," Dorian says. "It's a great place, especially London; but not very exciting or exotic, compared to Morocco or America."

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, it's only boring if you live there all the time," he says. "For me England is quite exotic."

[capture_eternity]

"Porridge and kippers, rather than cous-cous, or sushi?" Dorian smiles.

[the_cupbearer]

"Shepherd's pie, fish and chips," Ganymede counters, tilting his head this way and that playfully. "I like all kinds of places, not just the ones exotic and spice-laden. Sometimes the sobriety is a trip in itself when you've spent so long drinking everything in."

[capture_eternity]

"Do you eat English sausages as well?" Dorian says, sounding incredulous.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, often," he says, deadpan as he looks right at Dorian. "And most others I can get my hands on."

[capture_eternity]

Dorian snorts with laughter.

"I invited that one, I think," he says, still chuckling.

[the_cupbearer]

"You did lead with your chin a bit, yes," he chuckles. "You can't tell me you didn't mean to, though."

[capture_eternity]

"I was going to make a disparaging remark about English sausages!" Dorian says, all affronted innocence.

Or not.

[the_cupbearer]

"No you weren't," Ganymede replies. "You've got one!"

[capture_eternity]

"Not really," Dorian says. "Common English sausages are much smaller."

[the_cupbearer]

"Nothing about you is common, sweetheart," he murmurs, amused. "Sausage included. But all this talk about it is making me want one."

[capture_eternity]

"Then let's go upstairs," Dorian says.

[the_cupbearer]

"My god, and people call me easy," he chuckles. "Upstairs to do what, hm?" Not that he doesn't know, but Ganymede likes teasing people he's been to bed with, or about to go to bed with, and it's all the better when it's both in the same person.

[capture_eternity]

"Eat each other's sausages?" Dorian says.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, at the same time, then?" he asks. "Only if you're on top, though. I like it better that way."

[capture_eternity]

"I can do that," Dorian says, smiling. He has an idea, by now, what Ganymede likes.

[the_cupbearer]

"Oh, I bet you can," he chuckles. "Shall we?"

[capture_eternity]

Dorian stands, and offers his hand.

[[OOC: Fade here?]]