Oct 07, 2006 00:36
Sands has found himself a suitably comfortable corner. He’s flicking through a book without bothering to look at the pages- there’s a good view of the bar from where he's sitting, and he’s using it to his advantage.
The glass of water in front of him is being thoroughly ignored, and his fingers are drumming irritably on the tabletop. Nicotine withdrawal, thy name is Sands.
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Elsewhere in the bar, Luna’s meandering through the tables and chairs with seemingly no direction in mind. Somewhere along the way, she’s found herself a magnifying glass, and however big her eyes normally appear, it’s nothing compared to now.
Every so often, she’ll bend down low over the nearest table and squint at it through her magnifying glass, before continuing on her vague way. Whatever it is she’s looking for, she hasn’t found it yet.
[ooc: As ever, one or t'other or- hell- both; just specify which.]
jack frost,
morgan le fae,
sands,
luna lovegood