Who: Hydra, Vulpecula, any foolhardy enough to visit Where: THE SKULL HOUSE When: Day 243, evening What: Just a ~friendly night~ at home
[A good pot of Hydra gumbo simmers merrily in the kitchen, surprisingly not poisoned despite Scowl being in the kitchen the whole time it was being made. Upstairs, the more inoragnic member of the team might have shut herself in her room; downstairs, Sparta hasn't moved much from where he's been the past 25 hours.
His jumpsuit has not only been mended, but has begun to sport a lovely border of Hardanger embroidery on the cuffs.]