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Hallowe'en
Oct. 30th, 2015 08:43 pmThe Sebastian who enters the bar is dressed in plain black -- for a step.
Then he startles, his clothing completely replaced by a suit of Messaline finery, like he wore once. Mayhap the same suit, even, though logic dictates otherwise.
The whole room is done in finery, mostly of a kind he has not seen, and there's laughter, and plates set out with foods, and --
"I've no stomach for it," Sebastian murmurs. He acquires a wineskin, and goes to explore this outdoors he has heard of.
A few steps out into the mid-afternoon, he catches the scent of the sea. Giving the lake a considered stare, he turns and instead heads to the relative safety of the trees.
Then he startles, his clothing completely replaced by a suit of Messaline finery, like he wore once. Mayhap the same suit, even, though logic dictates otherwise.
The whole room is done in finery, mostly of a kind he has not seen, and there's laughter, and plates set out with foods, and --
"I've no stomach for it," Sebastian murmurs. He acquires a wineskin, and goes to explore this outdoors he has heard of.
A few steps out into the mid-afternoon, he catches the scent of the sea. Giving the lake a considered stare, he turns and instead heads to the relative safety of the trees.
