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A door slams in the Staff Wing, and the population of harried barmen in the bar proper goes up by one.
Bernard looks around quickly and confirms what Bar already told him: Everyone's mostly fine, just shook up, Adam's fucked up on the couch, and Blodwen's nowhere to be found.
The bottles of aspirin and tequila that Bar produces for him confirm what can only be expected after the entire astral plane of the bar and who the fuck knows what else got shook by some major fucking doom vibes: Bernard and Dora, for the last hour, have been struggling with one terrified, wailing infant, one sleepy, scared toddler, about five jillion owls carrying letters in and out of the flat, one incontinent blue labrador retriever, and one very excited, very spizzed-out demonic bunny rabbit.
He grabs the bottles, scowling ferociously, and stalks home.
Since there's no immediate danger, he'll deal with this to-fucking-morrow.
Right now, he's got a headache to kill.
Bernard looks around quickly and confirms what Bar already told him: Everyone's mostly fine, just shook up, Adam's fucked up on the couch, and Blodwen's nowhere to be found.
The bottles of aspirin and tequila that Bar produces for him confirm what can only be expected after the entire astral plane of the bar and who the fuck knows what else got shook by some major fucking doom vibes: Bernard and Dora, for the last hour, have been struggling with one terrified, wailing infant, one sleepy, scared toddler, about five jillion owls carrying letters in and out of the flat, one incontinent blue labrador retriever, and one very excited, very spizzed-out demonic bunny rabbit.
He grabs the bottles, scowling ferociously, and stalks home.
Since there's no immediate danger, he'll deal with this to-fucking-morrow.
Right now, he's got a headache to kill.