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In a bar where the universe is ending, at the crossroads of many of universe, there is a man. A man who is fearless. A man who takes risks.
A man who is trying to knit by the Observation Window.
(Key word is "trying.")
With a book, two knitting needles, and a few skeins of blue and yellow yarn, this man will overcome adversary to learn that in ends, there may be beginnings; in defeat, triumph; and once he knits two, he must purl one.
If he can figure out just how to purl, anyway. But before that comes the mastery of casting on, which James Bond has not quite mastered yet. Hasn't mastered at all, in fact, leaving him to stare at the book, knitting needles in one hand, yarn in the other, his brows doing far more knitting than his hands are.
[ ooc: disregard the note in the back room! *sheepish* decided i wanted to swing home early after all and may do the same tomorrow. so, tag away! :D (but i must be beddy-bye 'round midnight.) ]