[OOM: An hour or two after this.]

This was not Isabella's Swan closet. Obviously.

At least he won't have to hide from Chief Swan checking in on his daughter now?

Jason comes back in through the front door, looking decidedly happier. Things went well, and he's feeling happier than he has in a long while. He waves for Ivan and orders some food and drink, then runs upstairs to snag the dream catcher. He's close to be being finished, so he sits on the couch and weaves the yarn between the hoops, waiting for ( Read more... )

Since the mun herself is celebrating the brief freedom she has before the onslaught of finals (blarg), she's thrown many of her pups in for your interacting pleasure ( Read more... )

Todd comes in through the front door, hauling a small assload of stuff with him: his big blue duffel (slung over his shoulder), a large orange and white-striped plastic tote bag (in one hand), a black case about the size of holding a large-ish violin, though not violin-shaped (rather more rectangular), and a beige plastic portable record player ( Read more... )

*Andrew comes stumbling downstairs, holding his head, and lurches unsteadily over to the bar.*

Um, can I get some Advil, please?

*Tonks arrives, looking in decidedly good spirits, and wanders over to the bar.*

Butterbeer Extra, please! Thanks.

Mat staggers downstairs, hissing as the the light and noise of the bar assault his poor, hungover senses. Light, but he'd had too much to drink the night before - or had it been just this morning? He didn't feel up to thinking about it more. Placing a hand up to shield his bleary red eyes, he wends his way to the bar and settles himself unsteadily ( Read more... )

Much to his relief, he has found out that Endless do not suffer hangovers. This is a Very Good Thing.

So there is the requisite fading in like a developing photograph, in his usual chair at his favored table, and an order for a cup of tea which he will probably forget to drink.

...and he can't shake the feeling that he forgot something.

Ulfin comes down from his room, shooting a startled glance at the talking plastic head as he goes, and takes his usual seat by the bar, ordering a flask of wine.

From the corner, Barbie screams as loud as she possibly can, 'HELP!<