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[torn_betweentwo]

[It's a nice, warm day in Belfast with clear skies and a light breeze. Most people are outside having a great day. ...But not Connor. Nope, he's sitting at his desk with a piece of paper that's got half a letter written. A few empty liquor bottles litter the floor around him in a sea of crumpled wads of paper. Half a dozen more different liquor

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[talkstohaggis]

[Douglas opens the front door and knocks on the outside. It's a bit backwards but he has a perfectly good reason for announcing his arrival to Connor like that. Mostly he understands what's going on but there are other reasons to factor such a backwards entrance.]

[torn_betweentwo]

[Connor looks up from his letter and forces a grin.]

What brings you to Belfast?

[talkstohaggis]

What? I cannae see me brother once in a while?

[torn_betweentwo]

Aye, you can. [shrugs] Just wondered if there was a reason.

[pledged_to_me]

[And sis just pops right on over with food, heating pads, and against her better judgment, booze. Not like she has the right to talk anyway. She's standing at the door to his study (Trust her twin to not lock a door), arms laden down with everything.] Finn? You holding up in there?

[torn_betweentwo]

Just as fine as every other damned July. [It takes him a minute to process what she had just called him when he cracked open the door to the little room and poked his head out.]

You just call me what I think you called me?

[pledged_to_me]

[It's a weak smile she's wearing, but it's a smile. She offers him one of the bottles] 'Tis vodka, thought it might help some. And aye, Finn. Thought it might go over a wee bit better than me usual.

[torn_betweentwo]

Oohhh, vodka. [He takes it from her, promptly opens it and pours some in to fill up whatever else was in his glass.]

Thanks, Brigid. You were right.

[par_anfarwol]

[Hello, who might be this? 'Tis the youngest of the twins come to visit his uncle. He's hovering at the door, not quite certain if he should say anything. Old lessons, you know.]

[torn_betweentwo]

I know you're there, so come on in already. [It comes out a bit gruffer than he meant to, but he still points out a chair close by.]

[par_anfarwol]

[He glances at it a moment, then shrugs almost to himself and sits down cautiously.] One of the bad days then, Ewythr Connor?

((Ewythr = Uncle))

[torn_betweentwo]

Bad week, really. Bad fortnight's more accurate though. [reaches over for his glass and drains half of it in one go]

[peirebasafhail]

[While Iseult here, she just breezes in and sits down across from Connor.] Shades drawn, pulling a binge to make Uncle Arthur proud, and 'tis July. Body having a fit then? Mum already come by to mother you?

[torn_betweentwo]

It's parade season for the Orange Order and it's getting closer to the twelfth. [grumblegrumble] For the last two hundred and some odd years, this time of year's always been bad. Got worse over the last fifty. And yes, she has.

[peirebasafhail]

Aye, and we all know how badly saying no to the marches goes. [She flicks her hand at something, probably some dust mote in the air] You'd think by now they'd learn to stay out of the less than favorable to them strongholds. But then I'm expecting common sense. Can always get Da and Dad Ianto to see if they'll let us set up some sort of extra security you know. [She's quiet for a moment] Mum worries, you know.

[torn_betweentwo]

[He shakes his head.] That lot's about as stubborn as I am. I'm just thankful they've been less noisy the past decade... but it's not enough. They still inflame the old pains.

And I'm not having any of you or the rest o' Torchwood getting involved. You've all got other problems to deal with without acting as a security force out here. Besides, a lot o' the older protesters of the marches don't have much faith in the police force after all that's happened....

[After taking a deep breath, he goes for a quick drink from his glass then hangs his head.] I know.

[alteste_mac]

[What can I say? The kids are good at the sneaking in thing. Fritz now just sets a questionable looking bottle down in front of him, standing behind his uncle.] Brought the strong stuff today, thought it might be needed, ja?

[torn_betweentwo]

[Such a look of gratitude appears on Connor's face as he puts down his pen and scoops up the bottle to look at, then cracks it open to take a whiff.]

It's definitely needed, thanks, Fritz.

[alteste_mac]

Not a problem, Uncail. I think this one made a right nice fireball of the still. Vater loved it. [And he settles in that chair, propping his feet up on Connor's desk. What, you expect manners out of the son of Prussia?]

[torn_betweentwo]

Wish I had been there to see it. [He takes one more sniff before taking a drink right out of the bottle. When he sets it down on the desk, he reaches over and pushes his nephew's feet off.]

Keep 'em off.