[OOM: In Gormenghast, sometimes, you can learn to accept things you thought you didn't like.]

Once again, Fuchsia has taken to spending most of her time outside. There is, naturally, a good reason for this, but it's not as though she'd ever admit to it.

Today is no different, as she's simply sitting out by the lake, staring out over the water, cloak pulled tight around her shoulders. As always, a striking figure in red.

The door swings open and a cloud of marujiana smoke enters the bar. Well...it precedes Ramon anyway, who is standing in the doorway smoking a fat joint and wearing a bemused smirk on his face. He's also wearing somewhat flared old jeans (circa: 1978), a white T-shirt and leather jacket. And aviator shades.

Obviously this is the height of cool and ( Read more... )

Fuchsia has appropriated a table somewhere that affords a fairly good view of the bar and the other patrons. She's decided, it seems, to spend the entire day in the bar proper, and be social. Or to try, anyway ( Read more... )

A Fuchsia sighting in the bar is a rare occurrence these days. She spent most of the summer months outside, wandering the woods and lake shore. Now that autumn has started to set in, she hardly leaves her room. It seems without regular ceremonies to attend, her Ladyship prefers to be alone ( Read more... )

Fuchsia has spent most of her time lately outside. It's likely because the weather has finally started to cool down. Summer is, in her opinion, far too hot to do anything other than sit in her room and fan herself ( Read more... )

Mercutio is on the floor near the observation window, and has just pushed himself up into a bridge.

He's very unlikely to be able to hold it for long, though. Ow, these fuckers hurt.

From the unwritten Tourist's Guide to Milliways, by P. Bateman. pg 137:

Welcome to Milliways. If you find yourself Bound for an indeterminate length of time, and believe that staying inside is a sure way to go insane; one of the first things that you will learn to appreciate is the great outdoors. Opening out into Scotland, it's the perfect ( Read more... )

Fuchsia is sitting quietly by the observation window. She has her book, but isn't reading at the moment.

Instead, it's resting, open and upside down, on her knee, while she simply stares out at the stars.

It seems someone is thinking.

The broom is upstairs ( Read more... )