Bossuet, still rather scratched up from the mansion's recent collapse, is in the process of re-wrapping what has turned out to be a sprained wrist. He's looking quite battered overall, but surprisingly cheerful, and is humming softly. He always welcomes company.

*Bossuet's alive once more, thanks to the Metatron, and currently sitting, reading-- or trying to. He sets the book aside with a slight frown, rubbing at a spot on his forehead. The bullet hole is gone, but there's a residual throbbing ache where flesh and bone and brain were knit together again, and (as if being suddenly dead and just as suddenly ( Read more... )

*so, yes. here is an ex-Bossuet, lying in the library where R dragged him, with a bullet hole in his forehead. hi, Meta!*

*Birthday and deathday, all in one, it's certainly an interesting contrast, and it'd be difficult to pretend it doesn't wear on the spirits a little, but it'd be hard to tell, from the look of things ( Read more... )

I've finally seen the musical I've heard so much about. It was rather strange, seeing the whole thing played out that way, and at such a pace! The barricade went up and its builders down all in a few minutes. Necessity, I suppose, but odd all the same.

I'll admit I couldn't always pick out who was meant to be who, but I did spot one fellow ( Read more... )

In the year 2006 I resolve to:

Not forget Poland.

Get your resolution here

. . . *amusion*

I'm afraid my funds seem to have run out about halfway through the gift-choosing process. So. A bit of an offer for those of you I've missed ( Read more... )

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