Bellum Letale Logs

Who: Miles and Real!Vaughn.
What: Sometime during the night, Miles, and two people who will not be named (but the identity of which through logic might be inferred easily.) were in the process of, well, stealing, and now they're done and seek carbonation.
Where: Mainly, the hallways.
When: Very, very late.

( Desperate times call for desperate measures. )

Who: Theo & Miles +1
What: The return of Ra.
Where: Theo's delightful nook & And then to sell a snake in a seedy place!
When: After this.

( Knock, knock. )

Who: Miles & Isobel & YOU (eventually, if you want.)
What: Isobel is going to audition to be Miles' replacement assistant temporarily. Which means, he's going to make sure she's dressed like she's going to a funeral, give her the Magician's Assistant Oath of Secrecy, brief her on what to do, and see what happens.
Where: The Bellum lobby, and then a small, local, cozy venue full of vagabonds, gypsies, and other such interesting folk.
When: 6 o'clock sharp.
Warnings: None readily come to mind. Miles might complain and hiss a lot about his bullet wound, but hey ...

( Being for the benefit of Mr. Kite, there will be a show tonight on trampoline. )

who: miles and OPEN.
what: dreaming, and then exploring.
where: the apartment complex, specifically... that damned elevator that never quite goes to where it's supposed to!
when: late evening.
warnings: probably unnecessary.


It was much in the style of a lions growl having lazily secreted itself in between blades of sallow grass through the savanna floor; although the lightning was cast the thunder was invisible, and therefore could go unnoticed. Most unfortunate. A gallop of it rumbled and trumpeted against the neck of a smooth, dark sky. A snake in a pile of hoses to those who raised their noses. Miles was dreaming of the day he was born. When the sky decided to say hello, and the stars spilled their cups.

( The dream shifted, as dreams often do, to another location entirely. )