[[After thisUrquhart is lounging on a sofa by the fireplace, reading a book and sipping whiskey from a glass that is is dangling from his fingers while he is reading. Why worry if there's nothing else you can do? As long as the ceiling's not crumbling in his whiskey, Urquhart won't be bothered ( Read more... )

( Juliet has left gifts for Ray Stantz, Rae Seddon, Burton Guster and Shawn Spencer )

Urquhart is by the fireplace, with the dog, drinking hot spiced cider from a large mug.

He's got a fat blue book to read, and occasionally snorts at it, in surprise or derision.

Franz the dog is asleep at his feet.

Posner really only meant to stay in the bar for an hour or two to collect his thoughts, but he found that the longer he stayed, the harder it was to actually open that envelope ( Read more... )

When Urquhart steps into the bar today, he sees people in masks and disguise -- and is glad that he merely feels his head enclosed by something tight and hard.

When he sees himself in the mirror, he laughs. Yes, that is definitely a mask that reveals his inner nature! He doesn't take it off just yet; his height and breadth of shoulder easily tell ( Read more... )

Clementine's in somewhat of a lazy mood tonight. It probably has to do with the 'recreational cigarette' she smoked a couple of minutes ago out back to calm herself for the next ten hours of Halloween-fueled madness on her side of the door.

She's comfortably hazy as she writes out the:

MENU:

Stoner on Acid

Sex on the Grass

Pink Panty ( Read more... )

A door slams open. No, 'slam' is putting it mildly - it creaks and then bangs against the wall.

And then three people spill through it; one tiny blonde cop at the bottom of the pile who's cursing under her breath; one suave gentleman who's shrieking like a girl in the middle, and one guy with great hair who smells like pineapple and keeps ( Read more... )

It is a cold, crisp day, and usually, the warmth of the forge-fire would be welcome. But today, Teja is nervous and would rather not be here, but feels he must ( Read more... )

[[Some time ago, Urquhart, Moist and the Fool went to Urquhart's room and practiced debauchery -- with added bells and ribbons. Warnings for mild sexual content.]]

There's a pair of assassins in the rafters today.
Cata's leaning against the wall; Sam, meanwhile, is a bit further out over the room, facing her. There's a pile of papers between them.

Sam picks one up and makes a series of interesting faces as he reads. "Were we this dense as firsties ( Read more... )