Teja sits by the fireplace, wrapped in his cloak and having breakfast of tea, bread and cured meat.

Working in the forge is out today -- he doesn't want to pull the stitches the healer had put in so skilfully.

Instead, Teja wears his lorica segmentata armour laced a bit less tightly than he normally would, to account for the bandage, and reads a ( Read more... )

There's a hand-written note up at the bar:

Friendly Poker Game, Round Table By The Fireplace. All Players Welcome. No Money, Favors or Souls Involved.He means the last one as a joke. Probably ( Read more... )

Random hasn't been able to find Vialle tonight. Which was odd, she was at supper, and then she was gone, and he wanted to talk to her about...

Oh look, he's in the bar. Well, best make the best of it and get a drink. He could certainly use one.

In yet another instance of Millitime being pasted on in a way that is unlikely but convenient, a certain individual is in the bar. He had sauntered in some time ago; the Narrative Voice leaves it to other parties to decide whether he's still here before his younger self comes in for Life Support, or here again after his younger self departs ( Read more... )

Interesting fact; Of all his many, many siblings, Random is the second shortest ( Read more... )

Random is in the bar, sprawled on a couch, with his feet on a coffee table. So far, everything is going off like a prom dress. Thus, in light of his success, he feels he's earned a little bit of a break.

Which is why he's got a bottle of very nice scotch with him, and a half full glass.

The problem with Amber, Random has decided, is that there are too many ceremonies, and too much paperwork ( Read more... )

OOM: Julian had other plans for today.

Thus he is not happy to find himself here, of all places. It's been almost three hundred years and its safe to say that he hasn't missed the place one bit. He turns to leave again immediately but the door is gone and he remembers enough to know that sometimes the bar brings you here for a reason. So he doesn ( Read more... )

Random is in a back booth, making an elaborate castle structure out of some very odd looking cards.

He's also smoking furiously and concentrating hard. Not on the castle, that's just busy work to do with his hands.

The Landlord is asleep, the body is, for the moment, just his.

He's sitting on a table, looking out the Observation Window. His face is carefully blank.