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Feb 03, 2008 21:22

A door in Mordhaus which usually leads elsewhere opens to a bar, and a short guy in a trenchcoat slips through, twirling a bottle in one hand and smirking to himself a little. He sticks the bottle in his pocket, lights a cigarette, and trapses casually along the stone corridors, stepping lightly over the occasional pile of dead things and ducking ( Read more... )

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dingdongdoodily February 4 2008, 02:28:27 UTC

Oh funny that, there's a The Drummer sitting in the main room, apparently the only one still awake, due to the fact that the rest of them were snoring or not there just at the moment.

He was writing in his notepad as he usually did when he had a moment of peace and quiet; the bottle fortress around him occasionally being disassembled by the roadies and replaced with full bottles.

cheevy February 4 2008, 02:30:35 UTC

The fortress is invaded by a former hippie. Walls are breached! ...but that's okay, he adds a bottle to the the reenforcements and wraps an arm loosely around Pickles' shoulders.

He won't interrupt. But he stares a Pickles with glinting eyes and it's clear he's got something on his mind.

dingdongdoodily February 4 2008, 02:33:33 UTC

There's a brief browraise to the poet. He presses a kiss to Miniver's cheek before pocketing his notebook and putting his arm around the former hippie's waist.
"S'get outta here." He whispered, eying the other members of the band before standing and grabbing the bottle Miniver brought as long as the one he'd been nursing.

Once in his room, he smirked, "Dude, tonight, I totally managed to guess who'd be asleep first just by what they ate."

cheevy February 4 2008, 02:35:24 UTC

Miniver flops on his stomach on the bed, not bothering to remove the coat. It's sort of perpetual with him. Like a second skin.

"Oh yeah? Who was it?"

His news can wait, this is interesting.

dingdongdoodily February 4 2008, 02:38:28 UTC

Pickles had gotten used to it and actually liked it. The coat, that is.

He lit up a cigarette, "Nat'n, Toki, Skwisgaar, Murderface. It was actually fun just doin' the mental checklist. So what's up? Anything goin' on at the end of the universe?" He tugged off his shoes, and flopped down on the bed, turning on his TV, just for background noise.