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[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

There, in the back booth... see him?

The man falling asleep over 'The Kraken Wakes' by John Whydham?

That is Random. Come say hello, the book is good, but conversation is better.

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[el-vago.livejournal.com]

The back booth, the corner booth, maybe they are one and the same. Perhaps he is actually falling asleep in a booth with a clown. Wouldn't that be convenient, since they would both prefer talking to reading.

Or maybe the clown is actually just in the next booth over. It may be more logical, but far less interesting. Either way, there is now a clown in the booth as well. He has a book, a drink, and a note. Have at.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"What play are you on?"

He sounds tired, but calm.

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"Julius Caesar, though I've been too distracted to read much of it yet. Just going off of what you said about letting moods colour the plays." *Shrug*

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"It's happened to me before. I still can barely stand Titus Andronicus for that reason."

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"That's a shame." He yawns and frowns menacingly at his drink.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"Hmm"

He stretches, cat like, and sets his book on the table.

"Have you been sleeping?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"A veces." He shrugs and quickly changes the subject.

"So I didn't know you had a brother in the bar."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random winces.

"Apparently, I have brothers everywhere. Dare I hope that you met Corwin?"

[el-vago.livejournal.com]

"That would be the one. Interesting fellow." *shrug*

[creator_raven]

"Your brother is an interesting creature, I think."

Raven settles into a seat across from Random.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random's book slips from his hands.

"Which one? We're all interesting creatures. Some of us have fangs."

He looks Raven up and down, subtly checking to see that all limbs are intact.

[creator_raven]

"This one is Corwin. I did not see any fangs. Perhaps I should have looked more closely."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He nods.

"But you must have seen Grayswandir. The sword with... interesting magic laced into it? What did he ask about me?"

[creator_raven]

"He inquired what I was teaching you. I told him I was teaching you to see what is really there. He was not impressed with my straightforward narrative, I fear."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He snorts.

"It's Corwin. Straightforward isn't even in his vocabulary. Unless you have at least three double meanings in every sentence he'll assume you're distracting him for a set up and run, expecting to be ambushed."

[creator_raven]

"Wise of him."

Raven nods.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He smiles.

"Makes family reunions a bitch. How did he react to your teaching me?"

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"I have tea," says Holmes, tones once more strident, "but perhaps you should endulge in coffee this morning."

He sets the tea cup before Random nevertheless, then folds himself into the opposite chair, setting his own cup and saucer against the table. "Breakfast should be following, if you should be interested." He has obviously slept, and looks in better spirits again, eyes once more keenly bright, like a blade.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random unceremoniously drops paperback on the table and picks up the tea cup.

"I was just about to go get myself a mug. Thank you."

He takes a long sip, eyes taking in the changes in Holmes while he drinks, and smiles as he sets down the cup.

"Breakfast would be lovely."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

Holmes glances down at his teacup and takes a sip from it, but his lips curve at the edges. "Then we may share."

He has the Times as well, and sets his cup down to unfold it, apparently content with quiet companionship at the moment. "Didn't you sleep well?" he asks at length.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

He shrugs, cradling his tea.

"Not particularly. There was a storm, and it's disruption was enough to tip me into insomnia, seeing as I was already agitated. My brother was in the bar last night. It gave me a lot to think about."

He takes a slow sip, and pushes his hair out of his face.
"But you're looking a lot better."

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Which brother?" Holmes asks, consciously casual, flipping a page. "Nothing has happened in your world, I hope."

He waves a dismissive hand at Random's assessment of him. "I am well enough."

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

"One of the few good ones. Corwin. But talking to him is like playing badminton against a wall. There's not much you can do but react, and hope you don't give away too much."

He sips his tea again.

"I like him, though. We used to make paper boats together and sail them in the creek."

He snorts, draping an arm across the top of the bench.

"And chuck pebbles at each others, trying to sink them. We were racing, where too, we didn't know. But it was a race." It is today, too, it seems. Even though Random's trying to get Corwin as far ahead as possible.

[locked-holmes.livejournal.com]

"Is it still?" Holmes says, quirking him a smile. He worships Mycroft, in his own way, but there is a point at which besting his brother becomes peculiarly satisfying. Pity it happens so rarely.

Breakfast arrives, and he has to lean back to make room on the table. The fare is very traditionally English, and it apparently involves scones and a full silver tea service.

[underwater-owl.livejournal.com]

Random blinks at the tea service.

"Oh my goodness. The kitchen really knows what they're doing, don't they?"

He lifts one of the tray covers, and his eyes widen.

"As for our race... we're running in different directions, it seems. But towards the same goal. You know how it can be."