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[thewidewideworld]

The door opens to a cool breeze and moonlight playing on water. The figure who enters is dressed in simple dun-coloured peasants clothes, dusty from the road. A deep hood covers their face but they turn away from the light anyway, startled by the brightness of it.

After a moment to adjust, the figure lowers the hood to reveal the pale feature of Sinric the Wanderer. Looking tired and drawn, he makes his way to the bar.



(ooc: hey cats and kittens, I know it's been a while. Please go easy on me, it's been a rough ride but I'm back.)

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[cook_the_rude]

Dr. Hannibal Lecter is, at that very moment, busy extracting something very specific from a large, steaming Italian coffee machine.

He turns to Sinric and smiles.

"Hello Sinric! It's so good to see you. You're just in time for a caffé latte with one or two extra espressi."

[thewidewideworld]

He lowers his hands, fingers dry and rough, and smiles. "As if no time at all has passed." He comes to lean on the bar, head cocked as he takes Hannibal in. "Some water if you please, my friend. It's been some time. I'm not sure how well I would take coffee any more."

[cook_the_rude]

"Water first, of course," Hannibal says, turning to serve him a large glass of it. "You look as if a lot of time had passed, to be honest."

[thewidewideworld]

He takes a slow sip, relishing the clean, coldness of it. "Some years." He admits. "The door has been... conspicuously absent."

[cook_the_rude]

"I am so sorry to hear that," Hannibal says. "Where have you been? What did you witness?"

He gets a double espresso for himself from the machine.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

[ooc: Welcome back!]

Yamato ... can't exactly ignore someone who looks that tired. It's just not in his nature, even if that does rather make him a meddling busybody, especially when dealing with someone he doesn't really know.

"You look like you've seen better days," he says, in the spirit of friendliness, as Sinric approaches the bar. "Here, let's get you some food and a hot drink."

[thewidewideworld]

"Better months, perhaps." Sinric offers a small and tired smile. "Thank you, you're very kind."

As he steps to the bar, tea appears in an ornate glass. The steam carrying the scent of apple. "You've not forgotten me, it seems." He touches the wood reverently.

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Bar rarely forgets anyone, I find," Yamato says. "Here, I'll cook you something quickly. Make sure you're getting all the nutrients you need. Any preference, anything you can't eat?"

Yamato's just gone full mother hen now.

[thewidewideworld]

"I'd be grateful, thank you." He takes a seat at the bar with care. "It's been some time since I had access to such a bounty as the bar."

"Forgive me, I don't remember if we've met. I've been gone from this place for some years." He holds out a hand that is at once delicate and callused. "My name is Sinric."

[angry_friendship_wolf]

"Yamato Ishida. Nice to meet you. Or re-meet you, maybe. Either one," Yamato says, shaking Sinric's hand gently.

He hops behind the Bar, rummaging around under her until he finds a portable grill. "Are you okay eating meat, or should I stick to vegetables?"

[holdingacat]

(OOC: OMG yay! I was just thinking of you yesterday, glad you're back! :D)

At the Bar, chatting with the Bar with a voice like distant traffic (or an excited, over-caffeinated valley girl, depending on the topic), is one Cecil Palmer, his shirt-sleeves rolled up to his elbows his tie dangling loose around his neck. The detritus of coffee-making (filters, stray grounds, bean-smashing hammer) lay scattered around the coffee machine as it percolates. Just a radio host waiting for his coffee fix, yep.

"Sinric! Care for a cup of coffee? Err... pardon me saying, but it looks like you've been wandering the Sand Wastes."

[thewidewideworld]

"More the snowy tundra, but the effect is much the same." For all his exhaustion, Cecil always makes him smile. "It is good to see you my friend."

He comes to join Cecil at the bar, moving a little slow and stiff. "Tea would be most welcome. It's been long since I had coffee, I'm not certain what it would do to me."

(ooc: thank you. It's good to be back.)

[holdingacat]

"Fair enough." Cecil agrees, making his way back around the bar. "If I might be so bold," he adds, more hesitantly, because doesn't he just know about people crawling out of the woodwork to offer advice when you're feeling down?

Literally, actually, the Sheriff's Secret Police have been upping their game lately.

"I've found that turmeric tea helps, for joints. The flavor leaves something to be desired - mostly desiring a different, better flavor."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric smiles softly. "Cecil, you may always be bold with me. It is one of the things I find most charming about you."

On that advice, he orders a turmeric tea. It's a strange scent but he takes a sip anyway and pulls a face. "Oh."

[holdingacat]

"Oh." Cecil echos in sympathy. Yes, he's well-acquainted with that 'oh'. He's choked down more cups of turmeric tea than he cares to count, and it never really gets better. "A chaser of something.... better never goes astray. I've tried flavoring it - chocolate, fruit, metal shavings, all sorts of things, but... yeah, it's... oh.."

[the_cupbearer]

Ganymede, from his shadowed corner of the bar, sees Sinric and rises to come over, feet quiet in his boots.

"Hello, my dear," he sighs: his face is drawn, shadows under his eyes, but he still smiles and brushes his loose hair back from his face. "I missed you."

[thewidewideworld]

"Ganymede!" Sinric's tired eyes light up at the sight of him. "Oh, my dear friend, I've missed you so."

He holds his hands out in the hope Ganymede will accept a hug. "You look as worn down as I."

[the_cupbearer]

He will gladly accept and give a hug, drawing Sinric close and holding tightly. "Hello, love. I've missed you too."

He only sighs at the mention of looking worn. "It's been a difficult few months. I don't want to burden you so soon after your return."

[thewidewideworld]

Sinric clings a little, relishing the contact.

"I carry burdens of my own." He sighs sadly. "It has be... too many years since I found the door. Perhaps when we're both feeling stronger we can help each other lift those burdens. For now, I would simply be glad of company. I have been alone on the road for some time."

[the_cupbearer]

"I'm glad you're here now," Ganymede says quietly. "Tell me what has happened, come sit with me. I can bring you tea, or wine if you'd rather."

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster looks up at the sound of the door opening. He drops the book he's reading.

"Sinric!" He stands up, running up happily to greet him.

His face falters when he sees the state that Sinric's in. He continues to approach, a bit more delicately.

"It's so good to see you again."

[thewidewideworld]

"Hello, Gaster." He manages a small smile, holding out his hands to take Gaster's, if he'll permit. "You look well, my friend."

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster will take it - Sinric will notice that he's solid now.

"I am. And what about you? You look rather tired."

[thewidewideworld]

"And you look rather more whole than when I last saw you."

He pales a little. "It's been some years for me, since I last found the door. They have not been kind years."

[darkeryetdarker]

Gaster nods, tugging his cowl slightly to reveal a device wrapped around his sternum. "I had some help in constructing a device that helps maintain my form."

Gaster squeezes Sinric's hand. "Do you want to talk about it? Or would you rather rest for now?"