Inspector Javert is deep in thought as he opens the door to his rented room. He has long been suspicious of Monsieur Madeleine, who triggers the deeply rooted instinct that makes Javert the successful policeman that he is, but the incident of the runaway cart is troubling him on a brand-new level. The man's remarkable display of strength in ( Read more... )

There is a note at the bar, in scrawled but legible handwriting.

( For Meg )

[oom: One week at school, and bottom in everything]

Carlotta is in a booth near the fire, struggling over her french prep.

"'J'aime le chien, c'est noir.' What on Earth is that supposed to mean?" she mutters.

Rain, rain, rain.
Rain, rain, rain.

Rain, rain, rain.

It's been such a long time with nothing but rain that she cannot remember anything but rain. Not really, anyway, so it is little surprise when Medusa walks in that her clothes (a sari, blue and plain and in not as bad a condition as you might expect) are soaked, dripping, clinging to her ( Read more... )

Atton's at a booth, a leather bag by his side and several mechanical parts on the table, which he's slowly piecing together.

Botherable.

The next morning, there is again a small preteen boy in the bar.

He's eaten, he's slept, he's done everything sensible to regain the expended energy from healing Merlin, and he looks a lot better than immediately after the wizardry.

Bar is still insisting that he has a solid breakfast and a large glass of orange juice, though.

[ooc: juuust ( Read more... )

After this, Medusa feels in rather dire need of a drink. A stiff one, too. Not Atlantean, but ( Read more... )

[OOM: Am I my brother's keeper
warnings for somewhat graphic tortureMerlin emerges from his room, barely remembering to kick the door shut, and manages to get all the way down the hall by a combination of shuffle, stagger, shuffle until he reaches the staircase. He's not exactly at his best this afternoon; for one, the sorcerer is shirtless and ( Read more... )

Today seems to be the day to head out into a the back area and practice for lots of people ( Read more... )

Gavroche comes bouncing in through the portrait, dragging a large and lumpy bag behind him.

Does he have a present for you? You'll only know if you ask.