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Posner is curled up by the fire reading (for fun!) a book of Thomas Hardy poems. He has a cup of tea and a plate of biscuits and looks very cozy indeed.
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In a corner a ways away from him, Orpheus is strumming his guitar, carefully picking out a wintery tune, lamenting the shortened days, the frosty nights. It's a bit colder in that area of the bar than it usually is.
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At the bar itself, Nikola is sitting, contemplating what appears to be a vial of blood. He looks more determined than melancholy, though there's a bit of that in his expression as well.
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Near the back door, Alcide stands. It's throwing him off, the way the date here is different than it is back home. He knows it shouldn't be anywhere near the full moon, but he can practically feel it just outside the door.
It's not that he needs to run; it's more that he wants to, intensely curious about what the woods out there are really like.
[ooc: Multi-pup post! Tag anybody, just specify, please. Open forever.]