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Doors are peculiar things. They might, for years on end, refuse to lead one to the place one wants to go, and then suddenly decide that they do wish to take one there after all. Digory Kirke has not been able to get to Milliways since the summer, but the matter has not particularly concerned him. He has had more than enough work to do at home, in the meantime.
On a chilly October day, Kirke finds that his study door is again opening on Milliways. He stops only long enough to collect a small stack of books from one of his shelves before he walks through to the end of the universe.
Kirke goes first to the bar, setting the books on the counter: a well-glossed student edition of Chaucer, the works of Aeschylus in translation, the works of Plato in translation, and a monograph on human and divine love in Plato's Symposium with the name Digory Kirke on the cover. "Bar," he says, "Will you please deliver these to Mr Dale Harding, with my compliments?"
The books disappear, but in their place a larger stack of books materializes, along with a note. Kirke reads silently, folds the note and sets it in his jacket pocket. "If you would," he says, "please give these to Mr. Harding as well. And may I have a glass of house white?" Bar obediently takes the books and provides the wine, and Kirke raises his glass. We will see each other again quite soon.
[OOC: I'm getting back into RP after a long hiatus, and don't know how much concentration I will have. Ping at ravenboy1976 before tagging, please.]
On a chilly October day, Kirke finds that his study door is again opening on Milliways. He stops only long enough to collect a small stack of books from one of his shelves before he walks through to the end of the universe.
Kirke goes first to the bar, setting the books on the counter: a well-glossed student edition of Chaucer, the works of Aeschylus in translation, the works of Plato in translation, and a monograph on human and divine love in Plato's Symposium with the name Digory Kirke on the cover. "Bar," he says, "Will you please deliver these to Mr Dale Harding, with my compliments?"
The books disappear, but in their place a larger stack of books materializes, along with a note. Kirke reads silently, folds the note and sets it in his jacket pocket. "If you would," he says, "please give these to Mr. Harding as well. And may I have a glass of house white?" Bar obediently takes the books and provides the wine, and Kirke raises his glass. We will see each other again quite soon.
[OOC: I'm getting back into RP after a long hiatus, and don't know how much concentration I will have. Ping at ravenboy1976 before tagging, please.]