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There's a woman in the Bar proper. She's commandeered a medium-ish sized table and covered it with things: books, pieces of parchment, notes. There's a plate of biscuits and a pot of tea. She has one pair of glasses tucked on her shining brown hair, and she's wearing another, and she's humming to herself.

She is also, as a certain cavalier might say, mega-dead... but she doesn't seem at all perturbed by it.

Date: 2020-10-20 01:54 pm (UTC)
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The man approaching her table should probably quiver in shame and turn around and leave, but he doesn't, because he's the worst man in the universe and doesn't feel things like shame.

He is medium height, medium build, brown skin, dark hair, eyes of blackest night. He wears an Cohort uniform without signifiers, and a iridescent robe, and a crown of laurel and baby's fingers.

There was a picture of him in Abigail Pent's childhood bedroom and he looked exactly like this.

"Lady of the Fifth House," he says, placing his hands on a chair at the table. "I was deeply grieved to hear of your passing."

Date: 2020-10-20 02:18 pm (UTC)
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"You must not apologize to me, having died in my service," he says gently. "Please, sit." He draws out a chair himself.

"I confess, I had high hopes for you. I believe you know as much about the early days of the Post-Resurrection era as anyone--" now living, is how that platitude ends. "Who was not there."

"How do matters stand in my House? I have had only the most confused reports."

Date: 2020-10-20 02:49 pm (UTC)
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"And rightly so," he says quietly. "Your understanding was correct, Lady Pent. Abigail."

"There are dreadful risks in the trials, and a stern price to be paid for Lyctoral power. But it was my intention that those selected would have the opportunity to, as you say, study and understand exactly what they were undertaking."

"This is devastating news. Not only because of the loss of yourself and your husband, but because it means the whole matter is in peril."

Date: 2020-10-20 03:02 pm (UTC)
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"Dreadful," he murmurs. "I must return. I cannot enter the system, but we can send down the Cohort. I hate to interrupt the trial, but it appears, regretfully, to have been interrupted regardless."

"I tell you in confidence, Abigail, we can scarce afford another crisis."
Edited Date: 2020-10-20 03:02 pm (UTC)

Date: 2020-10-20 03:15 pm (UTC)
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"Eighteen thousand killed," he says, and he looks furious. "A cowardly suicide attack on troop transports. Nuclear. Blood of Eden is stirring."

"And other enemies as well, foes only the Lyctors can manage."

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Date: 2020-10-23 02:05 pm (UTC)
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As it turns out, Abigail has not cornered the market on being a mega-dead spirit adept prone to scattering things all over a table!

Granted, Wei Wuxian has left most of his things upstairs today: the portfolio Harrow gave him has proved incredibly useful in consolidating his work. There is still the problem of organizing it after, of course, but: baby steps. As he passes Abigail's table on his way to fetch another bottle of wine, his steps slow, avid curiosity lighting his eyes.

"What is all this?"

Date: 2020-10-23 03:18 pm (UTC)
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Nerd recognizes nerd: Wei Wuxian grins, bright with understanding. "Ah, that is a feeling I know well," he says. "Even in the notes I have taken here, I fear I will duplicate something within my own work -- there is so much to learn, and there are so many papers I need to gather!"

He wiggles the small black portfolio in demonstration.

"Will you tell me more of your research? Is it anything I would understand, or are you from a world with flying ships and machines that can instantly do the work of a hundred men?"

Date: 2020-10-23 03:46 pm (UTC)
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"I would be honored," he says, immediately flopping into the chair and setting the portfolio on the table. "Thank you. Ah, and please forgive me for not introducing myself -- "

He inclines his head in a small bow.

"I am Wei Wuxian. May I ask your name?"

Date: 2020-10-24 02:20 pm (UTC)
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"Ah, no thank you," he says, declining the cream and sugar with a polite wave of his hand.

As she continues speaking, the curious light in his eyes only grows. And there is more to it, soon enough: recognition, as the pieces of Fifth House and the River slot together in his mind.

"Pent-laoshi," he says, "are you from the same world as Harrow and Gideon of the Ninth?"

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Date: 2020-10-25 06:10 pm (UTC)
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All of the things draw Tom over like a magpie to shiny. He's pleased to note the pot of tea - this new person is civilized, as well as studious.

"Hullo," he says. He's just noticed the parchment, and for a moment, he freezes in concern, lest this new patron be from his old world. "I hope I'm not interrupting."

Date: 2020-10-26 03:17 pm (UTC)
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Thank goodness! No hexes today.

He takes her hand in greeting and replies, “Tom Riddle, Lord Ostium of the House of Arch. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

Fifth House, penta meaning five, ah! This pleasant woman is lacking in skeletal adornment, which Tom assumes must be de riguer for the necromantic Houses of Harrow’s world, though, so he won’t ask about connections quite yet.

“Milliways can be an excellent place to work on a research project - or to distracted momentarily from one.”

Date: 2020-10-27 12:45 am (UTC)
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“I should like that very much, Lady Pent,” he says, settling into the proffered chair. His hands are likewise smooth and not work worn.

“Although we don’t usually stand on ceremony here, and you’re welcome to call me Tom.”

Date: 2020-10-27 01:15 am (UTC)
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“I do,” he says, thoroughly charmed. He takes his tea without cream or sugar, but the ginger biscuit is just to his taste.

“I’ve been a patron here for many years, although not nearly as frequently in the past years as when I first arrived. Are you newly arrived or have we simply not crossed paths?”

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