Application for Hannibal Sefton, from Barbara Hambly's Benjamin January Series

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He had been laying down with his laudanum bottle, his chest aching more than usual throughout the day, and evening was the time when he was further burdened by light fever. Sometimes he dreamt. This must surely be one of those times. He sits at the desk serenely, grasping the quill to fill in the questionnaire, surprised to find it slipping elusively from his fingers to write his thoughts on the parchment. He is pleased to let it get on with its work, and notes that it writes in his own neat copperplate, despite his own lack of control in the matter.
( cut for application form )

Hannibal looks forward to the marmalade.

Turning of the year (open RP, grounds)

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Gwendal had spent time getting to know the interior of the castle. Wolfram and Yuuri had managed to stay mostly out of trouble. Well, for them and for certain values of 'out of trouble' mostly defined by nothing Gwendal had to clean up after.

It had been awhile, then, since he'd been outside. He stood on the steps of the castle, breathing in the crisp air, tasting the changing of the seasons on the air. There was still the warmth of summer lingering, but underneath a bite of cold that would come. It was a warning that the weather would soon sequester them by fires for a season.

He walked down the steps, onto the path leading away from the door. He wasn't sure where it would take him, but that hardly mattered. He was just out for a walk.

::Closed RP for Mello and Near::

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Near sat curled up on the windowseat, the plastic robot in his hand largely forgotten. It was good that Mello had other people to talk to. Near wasn't very good at interpersonal relationships, and couldn't provide much in the way of comfort.

Damn Matt, anyhow.

It was a new and unwelcome feeling, being worried for a loved one. While Near's placid expression as he stared out the window was the very image of calm, inwardly he was fuming.

[[OOC: NSFW for smut]]

The end of a long day (Closed RP, Kusuriyuri, Kurama)

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After B left his office, Kusuriyuri returned to his room to pick up Boukensha. The ginger manx kitten mewed at him anxiously, paws on Kusuriyuri's chest while he stood on Kusuriyuri's arm instead of climbing to his shoulder. "Saa, are you worried as well, oujisama?" The kitten mewed in response and huddled into Kusuriyuri's chest, looking mournfully at him. He stroked the kitten's head gently. "He may be busy, but it will help to see him, will it not?" Boukensha chirruped in response, a tiny purr of encouragement starting.

Kusuriyuri left his room, hoping that he wouldn't meet with anyone else who needed him tonight. He was worn. It had been a very long day, a very trying day. He made it out of the castle and to the greenhouses and Kurama's office without running into anyone else. He knocked lightly, Boukensha mewing demandingly as he did.

((and becoming NSFW))

'Date' is a social engagement (Closed RP, Octavian, Yukimura)

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It had been some time. There was another lord and Yukimura had a social engagement with him. It had been postponed for some time now. Really, what better time than the present? And, such an enjoyable duty, drinking with an equal, a pleasure he has not had in some time.

Yukimura selects a simple, yet elegant kimono to wear and then sends a note by house elf to the absent lord.

Octavian,

We had arranged to drink together. Is now a good time for you?

Yukimura

He then begins dressing as it does take time to properly put on a kimono.