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[OOM: Out of his sleep, from time to time,
From between half open lips,
Escaped the bewildered words which try to tell
The tale of his bright night
And his wing-shadowed day
The soaring flights of thought beneath the sun
Above the islands of the seas
And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains
Of the distracting foreign land.]
Orpheus' guitar is still (as always) strapped to his back when he steps from one bar into another. He takes a seat at the bar and is quiet for a long moment.
Eventually, as if in response to his silence, a bottle of ouzo and a glass appear on the counter, and still wordless, Orpheus pours himself a drink.
And then another.
[ooc: Warning for brief mention of adult situations in the OOM. Also, I'm heading off for the night soon, but slowtime is love, and it's open until it scrolls. :)]
From between half open lips,
Escaped the bewildered words which try to tell
The tale of his bright night
And his wing-shadowed day
The soaring flights of thought beneath the sun
Above the islands of the seas
And all the deserts, all the pastures, all the plains
Of the distracting foreign land.]
Orpheus' guitar is still (as always) strapped to his back when he steps from one bar into another. He takes a seat at the bar and is quiet for a long moment.
Eventually, as if in response to his silence, a bottle of ouzo and a glass appear on the counter, and still wordless, Orpheus pours himself a drink.
And then another.
[ooc: Warning for brief mention of adult situations in the OOM. Also, I'm heading off for the night soon, but slowtime is love, and it's open until it scrolls. :)]