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[wandbreaker]

When; Saturday, January 28th, nighttime
Characters; All are welcome! Open log, just specify if it's an open thread or not or if there are 4th wall rules for your character in the comment or subject line! (4th wallers also welcome~)
Summary; The Blue Light's one chilling hangout; good music, good food, and a spectacularly crabby owner who is even letting in under-18s for the 4th Wall weekend.
Log;

Edmund is actually at work tonight - he hopes a member of his family might show up, but he's also wondering who else might show up. He's made sure that he's well staffed for the extra crowds and well stocked, no less.

He just hopes nothing gets out of control.

And of course, that a member of his family shows up, looking for him.

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[and_identity]

[There's a lady here--young, pretty, but dressed a bit unusually for the weather in a filmy green shirt and beige-white skirt that reaches almost to the floor. Her hair is blonde with not a lock out of her place, and her eyes are very, very green.

She doesn't go to the bar, but instead claims a booth off to one side as a vantage point, where she can sit and enjoy her drink and watch the people as they come and go and dance.

She's very fond of watching. But she looks receptive to bothering, too.]

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[wandbreaker]

[He's at the bar, cleaning it off because he's not yet trusted by the bar staff to actually bartend. But if you want to say hello, there he is!]

Open!

[deadpanned]

[It's a good thing that 18+ restriction has been lifted for the day, because here sits one Rudy Miller, armed with a backpack, a legal pad, and a stack of more polychromatic coins (reds and oranges, yes, but also greens, blues, and violets, even) than any twelve-year-old should rightfully be in possession of. Oh, yes, and a rather nice portable chess set, the pieces set to play but no moves yet made.

When asked, he orders Pepsi with no ice and french fries. And no matter how engrossed in his work he may appear, he sees everything.]

[inventedcakepie]

[He sits next to her on accident - he gets slightly pushed off and right into the booth, tripping with his mechanical leg]

Sorry-

[whisperedhome]

[Clean and neat though the Blue Light may be, to the eyes of this fairy-tale monarch, there's still something about it that will always resemble a tavern, and taverns tend to be ugly places--hives for bandits, thugs, and the like. So it's with a touch of apprehension that she enters this one, head held high with the bearing of a queen, and approaches the young man at the bar. He seems kind-faced and pleasant, which is usually indicative of a trustworthy fellow.]

Excuse me, sir. When you have a moment, I would ask a question of you.

[wandbreaker]

[He hears the polite cadence and looks over, and nods his head once, politely]

I've a moment now, if you like.

[and_identity]

[She smiles pleasantly, like she knows him. All things considered, she probably does.]

Don't apologize. It's awfully crowded in here, isn't it?

[inventedcakepie]

[He nods, huffing slightly]

I thought I could find - well, Katniss would never come here. Do you mind if I sit for a minute?

[whisperedhome]

I would like to speak with the owner of this... [What is the polite word for it?] ...establishment. Would you be so kind as to direct me to him, please?

[wandbreaker]

[He nods]

Yes that's me. I'm Edmund Pevensie.

♥ open

[lone_must_stand]

The pearlstuff in her blood rushes and whispers reassuringly as Aeriel slips into the Blue Light, wishing for a thousand things. Her husband, above all else; but also her daycloak, and the bandolin she'd carried in her travels. A musician, she knows, is always welcome in an inn; and as she seems to be here on her own, it would be better to have that guarantee of safe passage.

But no one challenges her; and so the girl finds a seat in a quiet corner, shaking her head with a smile when someone asks what she'd like. For now she needs to wait, to watch, until she has her wits about her enough to worry about where to go next.

[and_identity]

Please do. I'm waiting around for a friend of mine, too, but I don't mind having a little company while I do.

Are you enjoying your visit back?

my wife

[and_warrior_arise]

He has sought her today, wondering where she was when he did not wake with her near him. But her heart beats steady in his chest and he knows he can find her, wherever she is, as long as he looks. He had not looked before, he had relied on Erin, he had been obsessed, but now he is free, and he looks for his wife.

There is no other face he wishes to see, not that of his cousin or his brothers or his mother, trueborn and not adopted.

And so he finds her, his lips almost smiling. It is not an expression seen often on his face. "My wife." A title that means something, now.

[whisperedhome]

[...Well, that can't be right.]

I was given to understand you'd be...older.

[lone_must_stand]

Before she knows it she is on her feet, leaning over the table as though it will bring her closer.

"Irrylath!" she cries, her heart (his heart) pounding, overjoyed. The room is too warm, the air too heavy, but she's beaming at him as she rounds the table to close the distance between them.

[pithos]

[ Pithos means to hurry, though it's in his nature to dawdle. He had held onto the miseries of the world until the very last possible moment and, then after, had done very much the same with Elpis — the song of Hope. Still, he is eager to see her again, even though he has not been long since they last crossed paths. Neither travels far without the other, so he does what he can to find this 'Blue Light' of which Elpis speaks, ducking his head as he enters through the front door, his hands fumbling anxiously with the sleeve of his jacket. ]

[and_warrior_arise]

Her heart responds, kindly, strongly. Of course it does, how could it not, with such a greeting? He takes her in his arms and it feels right, feels perfect.

Free and not. Bound by love for this woman who did everything for him.

"I had to find you."

[inventedcakepie]

It's not bad. I got to see some old friends.

How about you?

[wandbreaker]

It's magic, lady.

Have we met?

[springseternal]

[She's sitting at a high table wearing a white lacy dress and drinking something pink with an umbrella in it. The umbrella wasn't usually added to the drink - she asked specifically. When she sees him she smiles]

Pithos.

[and_identity]

It's reassuring to hear you call them old friends. Considering your circumstances.

I like it here. I know you're not particularly familiar with the concept of vacations, but it's a nice change of pace to come visit and get away from things for a little while.

[inventedcakepie]

I...

[He looks her over]

Do I know you?

[whisperedhome]

[She nods, and accepts it unhesitatingly. She of all people would know the dread mischief that magic can play.]

I think not, but I was told you've done a great deal in watching over my daughter. If you're the same King Edmund the Just of whom I've heard tell.

[wandbreaker]

[He pauses, and then finally nods. Almost no one uses his full title, but then:]

Yes, would I be correct to call you Queen of Daventry, then?

[and_identity]

You could say that. You've given up on me a few times before, but you're much better acquainted with the person I'm waiting for.