Still there is Absinthe and its hiccups.

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[Monday, January 4th (Day 218)]
[mid morning, L'Heure Vert, Carnival Diabolique]

Been kinda lonely yet not really wanted to see people much since Verdi's party resulted in that not so good stuff. Least I managed to keep it from bein' noticed by too many people. Good thing I don't have many customers to deal with lately, just my regulars, who're mostly sweet gossipy ladies who pay me to touch up their hair and give them somewhere to gossip. Mostly them come on Wednesdays, and it's by appointment so I know when they'll be there.

S' bin a bit since I last came home, round Christmas. Gifts were exchanged n' I found out I wasn't the only one to get a carving from Gar. I gave brightly coloured scarves an mitts to most of my friends an' family. Came form a stall in the market. I don't have the patience to sit an knit stuff. I made a sketch of the tavern with its Christmas decoration for Genny, not as good as she'd do it, but still I think she appreciated it.

Figured it's bout time I paid 'nother visit home. I know it's a bit early for Mama to be up but Maybe Abby's up, n' she'll probbly have Cy to keep him from botherin' Mama. I push open the tent flap and walk out of the wind and light into the familiar green dimness of the bar tent. The only real concessions to winter are the addition of a couple of braziers with heating charms in them and the door flap being kept closed. I squint a bit trying to see before my eyes have adjusted. i'd really rather not trip on anything, tables, chairs or other, in here.

"Mama? Abby?" I call out gently towards the back of the tent where the bar and its storeroom are.

No one answers so I walk farther in. It's possible no one is here yet, or it could just be that Mamma's sleepin' in that part of the storeroom that she's claimed as hers.

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Still there is Absinthe and its hiccups.

[verite-belrose.livejournal.com]

[Monday, January 4th (Day 218)]
[mid morning, L'Heure Vert, Carnival Diabolique]

Been kinda lonely yet not really wanted to see people much since Verdi's party resulted in that not so good stuff. Least I managed to keep it from bein' noticed by too many people. Good thing I don't have many customers to deal with lately, just my regulars, who're mostly sweet gossipy ladies who pay me to touch up their hair and give them somewhere to gossip. Mostly them come on Wednesdays, and it's by appointment so I know when they'll be there.

S' bin a bit since I last came home, round Christmas. Gifts were exchanged n' I found out I wasn't the only one to get a carving from Gar. I gave brightly coloured scarves an mitts to most of my friends an' family. Came form a stall in the market. I don't have the patience to sit an knit stuff. I made a sketch of the tavern with its Christmas decoration for Genny, not as good as she'd do it, but still I think she appreciated it.

Figured it's bout time I paid 'nother visit home. I know it's a bit early for Mama to be up but Maybe Abby's up, n' she'll probbly have Cy to keep him from botherin' Mama. I push open the tent flap and walk out of the wind and light into the familiar green dimness of the bar tent. The only real concessions to winter are the addition of a couple of braziers with heating charms in them and the door flap being kept closed. I squint a bit trying to see before my eyes have adjusted. i'd really rather not trip on anything, tables, chairs or other, in here.

"Mama? Abby?" I call out gently towards the back of the tent where the bar and its storeroom are.

No one answers so I walk farther in. It's possible no one is here yet, or it could just be that Mamma's sleepin' in that part of the storeroom that she's claimed as hers.

[OPEN to GAR]  [Closed]