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Looky that! It's a Charlie, guitar and everything. His mun must be having problems with her NaNovel.

He heard a song a few times on the radio the last time he went vistin', and now he's giving it a whirl.

( Love of mine, someday you wil die )

He sings quietly, at a table back near the observation window.

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Some hours after he helped Charlie upstairs, after Lochiel gave them his terrible news, Liam returns to the main bar. He's carrying a clearly exhausted and sleeping Charlie, his face marked with tears, like a child - not without effort, but he's nearly a foot taller and considerably heavier than his brother, and he can manage this short distance.

He settles on a couch by the fire, Charlie cradled against him, and very softly starts to sing an Irish lullaby, hoping it'll soothe Charlie in his sleep.

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[OOC: Out of Milliways post, directly preceding this post.]

. . . and Dianne and Rob are back in the bar.

Dianne stares around for a minute as her stomach catches back up to her, then: "Well, fuck."

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Liam walks in through the front door.

There's a small blonde girl sitting on his shoulders.

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Today is the day. Dianne really is going to do it this time. She's going to check the door. See if she's Bound. If she isn't, she'll leave. If she is, she'll figure out what to do later.

So it's understandable that she's terribly nervous and looking for any kind of reason to delay the big moment. So when she comes downstairs, she pauses and looks around for someone she knows.

She sees Liam with a little girl, and she can guess immediately who the girl is. She lights up and goes over.

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Dianne comes downstairs ~~after having been absent for a while because her mun has been severely distracted~~. She goes to the bar and automatically orders a sweet chamomile tea. She is already reaching for it when she realizes that the object in front of her is not, in fact, a cup of tea, but a tube of purple lipstick.

"What . . . ?"

She looks around in confusion, then spots the note on the board.

"Oh."

She sighs and sits, opening the lipstick and examining it. It's a bit sheer and girly for her taste, but it's already on her tab, so she shrugs and puts it in her pocket.

[OOC: Mun is watching crucial baseball reruns ~~and working on a six-pack of Corona~~, so responses will be a bit sporadic, but feel free to approach anyway.]

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Liam, having discovered he's now Bound, is sitting morosely and alone in a secluded booth at the back of the room, well away from the one Charlie picked. He's been drinking fairly steadily all night, leaving his booth only to get new bottles from the Bar.

[ooc: anyone who wishes to come and talk to a drunk and broken Liam, feel free]

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Liam leaves two notes with the Bar, with a quiet word to her to deliver them after the questers have gone.

( To Dianne )

( To Darien )

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There is a group gathered outside, braving the cold, down by a particular rock by the lake. Charlie's body is there, wrapped in several blankets and head carefully pillowed on the ground. Bartleby watches the stillness of his chest, and then looks around at everyone.

"I... you know why we're here. To-to celebrate the life of Charlie Pace, someone we all l-loved dearly." He takes a breath, and feels his eyes stinging. Pull yourself together. He deserves better. He stands up straighter. "He was so full of life that it's hard to be-believe he is now gone, and. His memory will remain. As brother, as friend, as lover, as m-m-musician.

"And. I was going to say more, but..." He closes his eyes for a second. And then begins the ritualistic prayer. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever." He exhales, and looks around. "Amen."

He's really crying now, and he retreats back, making way for the next person.

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[ooc: Charlie's dead]

The bar door opens, and Bartleby standing in it, holding a limp, blonde body in his arms. There's a heavily pregnant woman leaning against him, and when the door opens she gives a small cry and begins to slump to the floor. Bartleby can't catch her - he's cradling Charlie's corpse.

He looks around hopelessly.

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Dianne comes downstairs, looking as though she's had a decent night's sleep for once. Which, in fact, she has. And now she's ready for a real meal, so she wanders over to the bar to have a look at the specials.

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Liam comes in, looking every bit as tired as he did the last time.

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Hyde is wearing the same clothes as yesterday, and is seated at a table near the back of the room for the primary purpose of having his booted feet up on the chair in front of him. He figures whatever's bad for the bar is probably okay for the tables...

He is watching everyone do their thang.

This means you.

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Dianne goes up to the bar and asks for paper and pen. Upon receiving them, she scribbles out a note.

( Letter for Shaun )

When she's done, she asks tentatively, "Bar? Can you get this note to Shaun if he comes in, please?" The letter disappears, and Dianne blinks. ". . . oh. All right, then. Thank you."

She then takes a seat and leans back comfortably against the bar, just watching. She's always liked people-watching anyway, and it's infinitely more interesting here.

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Liam walks in, looking like he hasn't slept in a week, and slumps into the nearest available chair.

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Fresh from a conversation with someone very confusing, Mercutio looks unhappy. He is tehnically walking... floating... towards the Bar, but he's concentrating very, very hard (hint: see the tiny little crease between his eyebrows? And the bitten lower lip? Concentration) and every so often he becomes marginally more solid and bumps down to the ground. He doesn't appear able to hold it very long, however.

He has failed to notice the large blood-stain on his ghostly clothing, since it doesn't feel wet against his skin and is on his side, under his armpit.

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Liam walks quietly through the front door and over to the bar.

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"DAVID!"

At some point during her mad dash out of the Winchester, Dianne squeezes her eyes shut, swinging her . . . weapon . . . and more or less hoping for the best.

"DAVID!!"

She doesn't feel the air change, or hear the tinkling of silverware replace the undead groaning. She does, however, notice the solid object her right shin slams into. Her eyes pop open at the pain; she loses her balance and falls next to the object in question, which is -

- a chair?

Why is there a chair?

Dianne blinks hard. Not that she doesn't, on the whole, prefer a chair to a z - an inanimate. But.

She clutches David's leg tightly and stares at the chair, not quite ready to look anywhere else just yet.

". . . David?"

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