[OOM: Ophelia and Blaise make a decision.

Rated ...something for cuddling and mentions of sex. But honestly, what did you expect with the two of them?]

[OOM: Ophelia and Yrael are snuggly and cute in her flat. With a guest appearance by Vines!]

River is kneeling in a booth, people-watching. Or, well, watching people and objects and occasionally empty air.

The Ordinary Princess is out by the lake, up in a tree, watching Mr. Pemberthy show Simon Perryvall the finer points of tree climbing.

There's nothing much to interrupt, but you certainly can if you'd like to. She is, as ever, happy to talk.

River is lying under an oak tree, her head pillowed on a root, watching the lake.

She's not asleep. But it might be hard to tell, at first glance. She's silent, and motionless.

Puck's in the bar. More specifically, he is on a table in a booth. He looks very, very asleep.

Upon closer inspection, the observant observer might see burn marks on one side of his face.

Go ahead, wake him up. He'll probably be in a good mood.

It's been a while - mostly because James has been on the roster for dishwashing rather than animal-feeding recently, and thus out of the way of the barn, and the barn door that occasionally leads odd places.

He's back in the bar now, though, and looking around as if he can't decide whether to be annoyed or pleased.

Anthy is quietly drinking a cup of tea by the windows. On the table, Chuchu is demolishing a package of crackers.

"My darling Lady Bar, is there any way I could persuade you to abandon your crusade for fabric?"

Nothing is laughing at Puck. No. No way.

He shrugs. "Well, I suppose things can always get worse." A glance to the Bar. "Feel no need to act on that, sweet."

The front door slides open, and Simon Tam walks in with a red medical case in one hand.

A hand catches the door as it's about to slide shut, and River follows him in.