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milliways_bar2005-10-02 07:13 pm
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[OOM: Room 75. The Demon in the Bottle.]
Down the stairs from the guest rooms, Wellard catches himself with the bannister on the bottom from a stumble. A deep breath as he straightens with a gritted-teeth wince. He is pale- well, more so than usual. (Months at sea did not even darken his complexion.) Shaking, he sinks into a seat at a booth, head in his hands.
Ivan the wait rat comes by, and just sits silently there until Wellard makes a muffled request for tea. He is not about to try anything else at the moment.
Down the stairs from the guest rooms, Wellard catches himself with the bannister on the bottom from a stumble. A deep breath as he straightens with a gritted-teeth wince. He is pale- well, more so than usual. (Months at sea did not even darken his complexion.) Shaking, he sinks into a seat at a booth, head in his hands.
Ivan the wait rat comes by, and just sits silently there until Wellard makes a muffled request for tea. He is not about to try anything else at the moment.
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He has only had tea today, but that is not doing a good job staying down either. Wellard manages to make it out the back door before he looses the contents of his stomach.