Shufti is in the bar, by the fire, knitting a little bobble hat. The ball of wool rests on her heavily pregnant belly.

And there's a crossbow resting on her belt as always, just in case that demon she's heard about should show up.

Once more the Italian Vampire is in the bar. Armed with a glass of white wine (red is far too iconic), he was seated in plain view, at a table.

There's an empty seat available for those who care to join him.

Susan in a booth nearby, head down on the table, not moving. An untouched glass of water sits in front of her folded arms.

edit: Same pup now walking outside by the lake, ignoring the wind that's picking up, a lone huddled figure.

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There's an Endless.

Being Endless-y.

She was not going to have an entrance post, but some things were Taken Care Of, so now she can. Say true, say sparkly penis beads being handed out left right and center.

Gavroche comes out of the House of Arch.

Gavroche stops and stares.

Gavroche runs back through the painting and re-emerges a few minutes later with a camera borrowed from... someone in the House.

Fear, costumed patrons of Milliways.

It'd just been a normal day. She'd just come downstairs, calm, cool, collected, ready for a drink at the bar, in her plain grey dress--neatly ironed, perfectly creased. Very proper and appropriate attire. And then the bar offered its own views on appropriate attire.

The outraged shriek was pretty impressive, all things considered.

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Shufti comes down the stairs, not quite meeting the eyes of anyone in the room. She looks a little pale and clearly didn't sleep well.

With a little difficulty, being neither very tall nor, at the moment, very strong, she pulls herself up onto a barstool. Without her having to say anything, a glass of milk and some breakfast appears, along with a ( Read more... )

Assassin, bar, shadowy corner thereof.

Havelock is unobtrusive as always, but solidly there to all eyes, in a way that sometimes he manages not to be.

He may know about this. Then again, he may not. It is unclear ( Read more... )

Catherine in a booth, going over a load of paperwork and looking distinctly exhausted and murderous; Nina at the bar, drinking heavily and looking unfocused; Susan by the window, looking distant and glum; the Librarian on the floor with a stack of books and a banana, looking rather cheerful with all things considered ( Read more... )

Shufti comes downstairs, dressed in the dusty dress she had on when she came in. Now clean, the bruises on her skinny arms are visible. She puts a pile of washed clothes on the bar ( Read more... )