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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.

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[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

Archie's got his own tea, as usual. The mun's just too lazy to give him a proper entrance post. Anyway, he sees the boy coming down the stairs looking like he's got one hell of a hangover and makes his way to the lad's booth, a suspicious but concerned look on his face.

"Mr Wellard?"

[loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com]

Jason has wandered in from outside, looking rested and pleased.
Why wouldn't he? There would be more than enough bunnies to hunt next month from last night's work. He spots Wellard and grins, heading over armed with water and what looks like a carton of Chinese takeout. Bar is love...

"Hey Wellard, how's it going?"

[tea-and-honor.livejournal.com]

Lap.

Fox.

Quiet grumbling noises, because she tripped getting off the bed and feels stupid.