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Dec. 20th, 2015 11:34 amAfter his first Happy Hour shift, Bahorel sticks around to talk with Bar for a while. There's a room Joly's been pushing him to visit, with the cheerful mischief of someone who would love to be good at pranks, but doesn't essentially understand their nature. Bar agrees with almost suspicious speed, and soon he's staring in appalled delight as some of the worst interior design decisions he's ever seen in his life.
It has a fireplace.
It has a waterfall.
So very soon after that, he's moving in the few things he's managed to acquire since arriving in Milliways-- a few favorite outfits, a jar of ash and earth, a particularly marked- up book-- into a dramatically red room constructed in apparently every kind of stone the builders could think of.
It also has a window that opens out, in jumping distance of a probably-climbable tree. These things are important!
And so is the fireplace. He tosses a handful of spices and nutshells into it, and watches them sparkle a moment.
It has a fireplace.
It has a waterfall.
So very soon after that, he's moving in the few things he's managed to acquire since arriving in Milliways-- a few favorite outfits, a jar of ash and earth, a particularly marked- up book-- into a dramatically red room constructed in apparently every kind of stone the builders could think of.
It also has a window that opens out, in jumping distance of a probably-climbable tree. These things are important!
And so is the fireplace. He tosses a handful of spices and nutshells into it, and watches them sparkle a moment.
This room, maybe, he can settle into.
