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[mechanicalswans]

[OOM: One commission, two gifts and an unexpected visitor. Small warning for a bit of blood and gore.]Weyland returns to the bar sometime later, when he has recovered enough to appear calm again, and he carries the gifts he has made up to the bar. It looks like it's going to be another Atlantean night

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[coreenfennel]

Coreen is curled up on the couch, doing some embroidery work, and occasionally tickling her son in his basket, and feeding them both fruit.

She looks up, though...the woodsmoke is now only associated with one person for her.

"Hey, Weyland."

[mechanicalswans]

"Ah, there you are," he says, setting his wine glass down on the bar and motioning toward the nearby boxes. "The work you asked me to do is finished, along with those gifts I promised you. I hope you like them."

[coreenfennel]

She gathers up her things and her baby before standing and walking over to the bar, and sitting Evan's basket next to her.

"Thank you," she says quietly, and gives him a slight hug.

[mechanicalswans]

He returns the hug, a bit awkwardly, and picks up one of the boxes--the only one of the three actually intended as a gift box. "This is the ring--I wanted to tell you about it, before I give it to you. It has some extra... features, you could say, that you didn't ask for but I thought would be useful."

[tragic_mask]

Melpomene's there, in the corner, somewhat indistinguishable due to a haze of smoke.

[mechanicalswans]

He would know her anywhere--or at least in Milliways.

He gathers up his wine and his boxes and starts toward the corner, cautiously.

"It's been a while."

[tragic_mask]

"Yes," she says with a small smile, pulling the end table with its ashtray and tequila around to be more accessible.

"Been traveling the world?"

[mechanicalswans]

"Mostly staying at home," he says, taking a seat, resting the boxes on his lap. "I had a guest for a while, but... you know how things go. Work has been slow."

[makesthings]

Sameth is still rather tired after the strange day he had so nods at the man down the Bar as he gets a beer.

If Weyland has been in the forge recently, he'll probably recognize the feel of Sameth's magic.

[mechanicalswans]

That he does.

So he gets a polite nod in return. "Evening, lad."

[makesthings]

They've never been introduced but Sameth sort of knows who he is,

"How are you doing, sir?"

[mechanicalswans]

"Well enough," he says, picking up his glass of wine. He takes a sip.

"And you? Keeping busy, I see."

[tragic_mask]

"You'd certainly have more than words to offer," she says, wryly.

"And, of course, there's the fact that my power seems to go away when I'm here. I'm sure you don't have that problem."

[mechanicalswans]

"No," he admits. "I am still as free to do my work here as I am anywhere else--still have that drive to create. But few customers."