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[Jul. 23rd, 2010|02:06 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | alexia winters, calliope sedant, dani winchester, gaz membrane, lulu, mephisto, miniver cheevy, napalm wartooth, sable harris, sadako yamamura, sindre, soren skwigelf, stefan wartooth, sweeney todd, teja wartooth | ] |
Who: Teja Wartooth, Alexia Winters, Gaz, Napalm, Sadako, Sweeney Todd, Miniver, Sable, Soren, Stefan Wartooth, Calliope, Mephistopheles, Dani Winchester, Sindre, & Lulu.
What: DEATH
When: Friday Afternoon/Evening
Warnings: DEATH, swearing, allusions to rape, and... Death.
Part One
Part Two
Part Three (incomplete at time of posting)
Part Four
Part Five (Incomplete) |
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[Apr. 9th, 2010|02:11 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Lulu
WHAT: Girl talk
WHERE: Some random tea place
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: Possibly uncensored discussion of sex, probably some cussing
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A short walk and a Portkey after speaking to Lulu, Sable arrived at the address Lulu had given. She hasn't bothered to go out in anything fancy -- she's wearing her Sulking Clothes, which, for a girl as perpetually driven as Sable, really just means dark jeans and a cotton blouse that is casual but could still easily be working clothes or just-slightly-fancy.
It may have occurred to her that she needs to take a look at her life and redefine a few things, when she can't even sulk without putting effort into being both fashionably appropriate and functional. But she doesn't dwell on that long. She just leans against a lamp post and waits for Lulu... |
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[Feb. 7th, 2010|06:50 pm] |
Who: Cass and Sable
What: Getting through to her the only way he can think of
Where: Castle Von Wolfpack (More a two-storey home than a castle)
When: Sometime in the evening, Sunday.
Warnings: Deep Discussion? Possibly a little swearing from the boy.
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[Feb. 3rd, 2010|02:45 am] |
Who: Sable Harris and Nobody Owens.
What: Date night at the graveyard.
When: Tuesday night / Wednesday morning.
Where: Sable's shop, then the graveyard where Bod has been living.
Warnings: No idea.
( The Owens boy. ) |
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[Jan. 15th, 2010|01:28 am] |
Who: Bod Owens and Sable Harris.
What: Flowers and food.
When: After this thread.
Where: Wherever their feet take them!
Warnings: I don't think so, maybe some mild swearing?
( Show me the way. ) |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|01:23 am] |
Who: Dorian Gray & Sable Harris
What: He needs books
Where: The Sign of the Weasel, London
When: Now-ish
Warnings: Oh, who knows. Probably a little.
Dorian had come into a home with many books - books of science and of fantasy, though they mostly consisted of poetry and short stories compiled into large leatherbound volumes which lined the shelves in his parlor. To his dismay, he'd read most every single one of them, and rather than repeat himself (Although he had plenty of time to do so), he ached for new literature. To his good fortune, there was a book store just a quick jaunt down the street from his home.
He stepped in and was immediately enamored with the place. Rogues and musicians were commonplace in this little store, as were comfortable seats and tables, and the place smelled of herbs and tea and baked goods. He looked no less out of place in this store than anywhere else - a casually dressed, young and beautiful man amidst the rabble and beauty of London. Walking through the tall shelves, he found himself looking for nothing in particular. Though his previous discourse with a certain famous detective reminded him that he still hadn't read everything Jules Verne had put out. He wandered quietly in search of the man's works, wondering vaguely, if he was allowed to smoke in this building. |
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[Jan. 11th, 2010|02:21 am] |
Who: Nobody Owens and Sable Harris.
What: Bod is hungry.
When: Sunday evening.
Where: Sable's shop.
Warnings: Mild swearing, maybe.
( Passing through. ) |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2010|04:56 pm] |
Who: Teague Brennan and Dean Winchester
What: Manly things like hunting ghosts.
Where: Some abandoned burned out shell of a boarding school, Northern Ireland
When: Tonight
Warnings: Swearing, dead children
( Read more... ) |
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[Nov. 29th, 2009|04:23 am] |
Who: Sable and Teja
What: Random encounter!
Where: One of the various shopping districts of London
When: Saturday evening
Warnings: Swearing, that should be about it.
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[Nov. 19th, 2009|06:08 pm] |
WHO: Fiona Glenanne and Riordan Byrne
WHAT: Drinks and conversation
WHERE: The Sign of the Weasel
WHEN: Soon after Fiona's arrival
WARNINGS: Language, likely.
A lovely little shop with thick walls and patrons who tend to go curiously deaf in the vicinity of private affairs, he'd said. The description reminded Fiona of certain pubs she'd known in Dublin. Pubs that catered to Provos or tolerated them. Or some other splinter group of the lads. Who was had said that the first item on any Irish agenda was "split"?
As she'd been warned in that painfully bright website, Fiona had found a wallet in her purse with a few pound notes and a British Airways American Express card. Dear God, if I've replaced a flight attendant, I'll need to buy some teeth-kicking heels, and then find someone who deserves to see the soles up close and personal, Fiona thinks. More prudently and immediately, however, she uses the spoils to buy a brimmed hat and a carefully chosen set of cosmetics, suitable for any quick disguise she might need. Just in case.
Back in the UK, only minutes away from Ireland. Her shoulders twitch as she enters the Sign of the Weasel. Another world this may be, an assertion she accepts as a working hypothesis for now, subject to proof, but she'd spent a dozen years and more running with the IRA, and she knows there are plenty of Irish "patriots" who wouldn't hesitate to blow her up if they ever learned what she'd done to Thomas O'Neill. Any excuse to go after a "traitor" to the sacred cause. All the while proclaiming their allegiance to the Republic of Ireland, indivisible, because murder was more fun if you could wrap yourself in a flag and sing century-old songs all the while.
Patriots. Ha.
Ireland should never be big enough for such men as that.
Riordan Byrne, whatever else he was, didn't seem like that sort of man. A wee gombeen, perhaps, fond of a couple of jars every evening, but better that than a terrible fella.
As her eyes adjust to the change in lighting, she looks around for Riordan Byrne. |
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[Oct. 31st, 2009|06:36 pm] |
Who: Anyone and everyone
Where: Guildhall, New Orleans
When: Midafternoon Oct 31st until everyone goes home.
What: Paaaartaaay!
Warnings: More than likely!
The lower level of the guildhall was done up like a Starbucks from Hell, with authentic branded crap onna shelf, sucky music over by the bar, and authentic baristas, all having died of something hipstery. There was coffee and booze and snacks, there was a dance floor cordoned off in one corner, and most of the other rooms were open for lounging or milling around.
The Birthday Girl was, at that particular moment, near enough to the door that she could greet all comers, but far enough away that she wasn't a foreboding presence. She was dressed as Anne Bonney, men's shirt, well-worn navy uniform pants, a belt made of rope and a pirate sword on one hip and a blunderbuss on the other. Her hair was tied back with a double-knotted twist of twine, and her tattoos were almost all visible.
(post, thread, mingle and hang out, talk amongst yourselves, be prepared to have Henn and her crew, crash any and all threads) |
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[Oct. 21st, 2009|09:21 pm] |
Who: Sable & Teja
What: The most epic game of hide & seek
Where: St. John's City, Newfoundland
When: This upcoming Sunday WE'RE POSTING FROM THE FUUUUTURE
Warnings: Oh, you know, whatever. Probably swearing, probably Teja acting nice. The latter is a not-mind-safe sort of situation.
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[Oct. 13th, 2009|10:46 pm] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Sindre Skwigelf
WHAT: Hangin'
WHERE: Initially the bookshop, later who knows?
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: ...a lot of sparkly?
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Sable's waiting for Sindre at the shop. Her captive real-life doll (and distant cousin), Riordan, is here too, but not in direct view -- she's got him upstairs in the spare bedroom for now.
When Sindre arrives, he'll find her where she usually is -- hanging around the front counter, looking every inch a gypsy and doodling in a little notebook while she looks around every so often to check on her few customers. |
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[Sep. 24th, 2009|02:24 am] |
Who: Teja and Sable
What: Who knows what
Where: Mordhaus
When: Tonight
Warnings: Heavy petting, swearing, inevitable good choices D:!
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|04:00 am] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: Post-breakup talking.
When: Friday morning, early.
Where: Sable's shop.
Warnings: Swearing. General angst.
( Fasting love will lead us all to nowhere. ) |
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[Aug. 21st, 2009|02:07 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Adikia
WHAT: Tattoin' stuff, or something
WHERE: Adikia's shop in NY
WHEN: Now
WARNINGS: ...needles?
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Sable hasn't left her shop in two days. She's barely left her ROOM in that time. But a post from a stranger intrigued her, and, born and raised a child of the road, she cannot resist an opportunity to travel.
With portkeys, it is not long before she arrives in New York and finds the address she was given. She enters with perhaps somewhat less of her usual intrepid spirit, but with no hesitation -- never any hesitation. |
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[Aug. 18th, 2009|10:38 am] |
Who: Henn & Sable
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Monday night
Why: To clear up some things
Warnings: ZOMG TEH AAAANGST
( Long log is long ) |
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[Mar. 26th, 2009|12:19 am] |
WHO: Sable and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: Honeymoon!
WHEN: ...various times?
WHERE: All OVER the place!
WARNINGS: Almost certainly.
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( They're being gypsies... ) |
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[Mar. 10th, 2009|06:50 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris, later Cassidy Turner.
What: Talking about things.
When: After this post.
Where: Chez Wolfpack.
Warnings: I'll just go with a yes.
( So much left unsaid. ) |
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[Feb. 26th, 2009|09:26 pm] |
Who: Meggie Folchart & Sable Harris
What: A meeting of the miiiiiinds. Or something like it.
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Afternoon.
Why: Because!
Warnings: book-geekery, not much else.
Meggie was walking home a slightly different way than she usually did, mostly because she didn't have to stop at the store on the way back, but also because she was learning the lay of the land between the library and her flat, and finding that the more she saw, the more she wanted to see.
Coming around a corner, when the wind shifted, she was sure she heard the whispering, even the books at the library were rarely that loud, only if it was a particularly lonely volume that was either out of place or hadn't been touched in ages. Her brow creased, taking a breath and just following the feel of that sound, slipping into the bookshop not long after.
Once she slipped inside she froze, just staring wide-eyed, likely looking more like a tourist than she had any real reason to. Give her a moment and she'll get out of the doorway, really. |
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[Feb. 14th, 2009|01:14 am] |
Who: Sable and Henn
Where: Sable's shop.
When: Saturday, sometime.
Why: Because.
Warnings: probable.
Henn had realized, sometime after recovering from Thursday and Friday, that he had completely neglected to mention any of this plan to the fourth quarter of the wolfpack. This was clearly something that had to be remedied immediately.
Or, in typical Henn fashion, played with.
Sometime after lunch a young man walked into the shop, Henn's distinctive eyes hidden behind sunglasses, and the equally distinctive dye job hidden under a spiffy hat, namely a pinstripe fedora that he'd borrowed from Cass. The tribal tattoos of Kitten were still somewhat visible under the cuffs of the jacket, and Kitten himself was likely nearby, "So, I'm looking for a book for a friend of mine." He said, leaning against the counter, "I'm pretty sure it's blue." |
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|10:29 pm] |
Who: Cassidy, Soren, Sable and Henn
What: Impromptu dance party!
Where: Switzerland
When: Now-ish!
Warnings: Very yes.
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[Dec. 20th, 2008|12:11 am] |
Who: The bartender and the booklady (Otherwise known as Henn & Sable)
Where: Switzerland, still.
When: After furry beings have gone to bed
Why: Because they need to spend more time together
Warnings: Possible, will update if necessary Yep, girlkissing.
Henn was glad, really, that the new arrival had been unanimously accepted, and she couldn't help but smile at the fact that he was currently conked out in a ferret-tangle, snoring softly.
"So, that went well." She said, grinning over at Sable from her sprawl in front of the fire, "Better than I was hoping even, poor little guy." |
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[Dec. 17th, 2008|03:28 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Cassidy Turner
WHAT: Cousin-bonding through music. And possibly other things.
WHERE: The Sign of the Weasel
WHEN: Tonight!
WARNINGS: ...probably not? But no guarantees.
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The shop is its usual quiet self this evening. Having finished all the shelving, restocking, finances, cleaning, and contacting buyers, Sable has decided she's earned a little break time, and is sitting on the register counter with her Sudoku book and the ferrets asleep in her lap.
There's a new addition to the shop that she glances up at from time to time -- an upright piano tucked neatly against the wall next to the ferrets' main cage. It's an old, battered thing that looks like it might have come from a school for younger children, with rubbed-off remnants of colorful stickers decorating the sides and faded, aged keys.
No one has yet sat down to play it. |
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[Dec. 10th, 2008|10:43 pm] |
Who: Sable Harris and Soren Skwigelf.
What: Walking her home from work. Glitter hunting.
When: Wednesday night.
Where: London, then Switzerland.
Warnings: Just guessing yeah.
( Hunting shiny things. ) |
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[Dec. 8th, 2008|10:13 pm] |
Who: The Wolfpackamoeba (Henn, Soren, Sable & Cass)
Where: The Wolfpackamoeba's rented cabin in the alps
When: Now-ish
Why: because
Warnings: Probable.
( I get by with a little help from my friends ) |
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[Dec. 7th, 2008|03:13 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: ...TeH dRaMaS!@1!!12
WHEN: Tomorrow morning... or afternoon... whatever.... after Soren and Cass's last thread!
WHERE: Sable's shop
WARNINGS: ...let's bet on it being NSFW for now.
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Sable is not the sort of person to worry about things unnecessarily. She's also not the sort of person to sit around and do nothing until a resolution presents itself. Unfortunately, she's heard too little from Soren to have any grasp on what's going on at all. Therefor, lacking any means to productively tackle a problem she doesn't comprehend, she's spent the last day or so cleaning, reorganizing, and otherwise focusing on her shop and her business. It's come to a point where one or more of Sable's devoted regulars had convinced Judah to come park himself perpetually in the shop just to make sure she didn't wear herself out. Sable was glad of his company -- he was a good friend, a good business partner. His work was often as focused and driven as hers, and in that they had an understanding... which was why Sable allowed him to order her to take a break occasionally and stand still.
And that's what she's doing now -- standing behind the register, focused intently on a Sudoku puzzle, trying not to think too hard about anything else. |
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[Nov. 26th, 2008|09:18 pm] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Cassidy Turner
WHAT: ...doing... some stuff.
WHERE: Mostly, an abandoned castle in France.
WHEN: Now ish.
WARNINGS: ...you never know. You just NEVER know.
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It takes Sable a little while to find the cabin, but she eventually does. Cass will find her on his doorstep dressed to fit the part of the gypsy, in colorful clothes and a long skirt, carrying a backpack over one shoulder.
"So. Are you ready?" |
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[Nov. 15th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
WHO: Sable and Soren
WHAT: Evil for the sake of good!
WHERE: A freezing forest outside Moscow.
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: ...who knows!
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Sable gave Soren clearer directions to where she'd be before signing off. He'd find her there, not near any houses, leaning against a tree dressed in the very fur for which she was named as snow falls slowly through the tall pines. |
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[Oct. 26th, 2008|01:46 am] |
Who: Henn, Soren and Sable
Where: The boy's house on Tortuga
When: Nowish, or whenever Cass is out running errands, or working in the field, or something.
Why: Just for fun, and to confuse Cass later
Warnings: Probably. Look at who it is. Seriously.
Henn thought this was the best idea ever, she usually thought this of ideas that were thought up during a coffee buzz. It was her job, while Soren was out picking up both the sugar and Sable, to A, make sure that Cass wasn't coming back anytime soon to interrupt them, and B, to make sure that the camera had batteries and that the lighting was alright, since Cass was the photographer and the rest of them were just making do. |
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[Oct. 23rd, 2008|07:51 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: Showing her his new ink.
When: This evening.
Where: Her shop.
Warnings: I'm going to say yes because they're engaged and young. I'll change it if this changes.
( Here begins a new life. ) |
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[Oct. 19th, 2008|08:55 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf, Sable Harris and Cassidy Turner.
What: What any boy in his early twenties would dream about.
When: Sunday night.
Where: Soren and Cass' house on Tortuga.
Warnings: See the what. Ohhhyeah.
( All tangled limbs and easy grins. ) |
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|04:01 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Cassidy Turner
WHAT: Cousinbonding!
WHERE: Sable's bookshop, London
WHEN: Now!
WARNINGS: ...they're pretty much a couple of fluffy kittens, mostly. Probably nothing too graphic.
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The shop isn't empty. It's almost never empty. But the late-night patrons are all either ensconced up in the nests on the balcony, or quietly in their own corners in the shelves (either by choice or because Sable's herded them there -- no one questions Miss Harris). Sable has claimed the fireplace for the evening and dragged up a few beanbag chairs and set out a tray of tea and cookies and a few cucumber sandwiches (because snooty British food is fun and tasty!). Cass would find her curled up in one of the beanbags reading something. |
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[Oct. 12th, 2008|08:26 pm] |
Who: Henn, Sable, Cass and Soren
Where: The lagoon on Tortuga
Why: Henn and Sable have evil plans Because the girls decided to host a clambake.
When: Dinnertime-ish
Warnings: OH YES! (seriously? How would there not be with this group?)
After a brief conversation with Sable, Henn had told the boys not to worry about dinner because it was nice weather and it was about time they all did something together, so she and Sable had planned a clambake at the lagoon right around sundown. After she'd imparted this news, she'd vanished off to the lagoon's beach to make a firepit, she had, after all inherited the family's love for torching things, and knew how to set one up.
After that, well, after that she just had to wait for Sable to arrive with supplies and the boys to arrive with themselves. |
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[Oct. 2nd, 2008|11:01 pm] |
Who: Henn and Judah and maybe Sable
Where: The bookshop/teashop/motel/ferret-junglegym
Why: Henn's bored
When: 'bout the same time the boys are out.
It hadn't taken Henn long to get bored on the island with only Dog for company. And it seemed that Dog was bored too, since they'd stopped playing the barking game, and fetch, and they'd even stopped playing 'how long can we stare at each other?'
Which clearly meant that it was time for an outing, Dog wasn't a pursedog, not really, but Henn had him in a tote bag all the same, along with a few toys and a container of treats for later.
She peered around the door of Sable's shop, knocking once, "Hello? Anybody in?" |
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[Oct. 1st, 2008|12:27 am] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: They're cute.
When: A bit after Soren and Cass' NSFWness.
Where: Sable's shop.
Warnings: Dunno yet! I'll put NSFW to be safe, though it could end up totally innocent. (I'm paranoid, leave me alone.)
( I am not written in the book, but I intend to last. ) |
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[Sep. 26th, 2008|06:48 pm] |
Who: Soren Skwigelf and Sable Harris.
What: Surprises!
When: Her shop, Friday evening.
Warnings: I will say yes to NSFW and edit if need be.
( To you I'll give the world. ) |
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[Sep. 23rd, 2008|02:36 am] |
Who: Teja and Sable
What: Tea and talking
Where: Sign of the Weasel
When: Middledarkest of Night
Warnings: Swearing for sure, TBD elsewise.
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[Sep. 22nd, 2008|12:38 am] |
WHO: Sable Harris and Soren Skwigelf
WHAT: On a date!
WHERE: The Sign of the Weasel
WHEN: Tonight
WARNINGS: Possibly NSFW content
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The store is actually empty tonight. There's a CLOSED sign up -- a rare thing to see here. A sign below it says Urgent business: Please try Judah, three doors down, [address].
It's not locked. When Soren walks in, Sable is sitting on the counter dressed in a perfectly-taylored (though quite old-looking) men's suit (paiseley tie and all), smoking a pipe with a book in one hand and a rose sitting beside her, its stem cut quite short. She looks up and smiles at Soren, slides off the counter, and goes to tuck the rose behind his ear.
"Hello, beautiful." |
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