The Devil's Nest, Wednesday Evening

[okteiviakom]

Lucifer's piano was wet. Considering the ski resort, chalet and all, was nowhere to be seen, Octavia had a pretty good hunch about what had happened, there.

Tiny sulking at the other end of the bar with the occasional mournful look/heavy sigh combo directed towards the piano seemed like a clue, too.

Welcome to the Devil's Nest, where spring was upon us.

Comments

Have a Drink [DN 04/12]

[okteiviakom]

Talk to Octavia or mod Tiny!

(He's so sad tonight, you guys.)

Axe Range [DN 04/12]

[okteiviakom]

Nothing off about it this week.

Back Office [DN 04/12]

[okteiviakom]

Ditto, probably.

OOC [DN 04/12]

[okteiviakom]

I have had a Week. Or Month, really.

*flops over*