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[dandyofawolf]

Who: Biffy and Lyall
Broadcast: None
Action: Biffy and Lyall's room on the Blameless
When: Today

Biffy had visited the planet a little and was finding himself rather enjoying the beautiful snow. There was something peaceful about it. And while it was cold there was something about it that just almost made him happy. The purity of it and how it made the world look so clean. He considered things as he walked through the snowy landscape before returning to the Blameless.

There was something he wanted to discuss with Lyall. He had a feeling his mate would be fine with it but it was better to ask him first.

So when his mate walked in, he smiled at him and went to give him a kiss. "Welcome back. How was your day?"

home is where you find it

[lord_wizard]

Who: Felix Harrowgate and Anyone
Broadcast: private for Crowley only
Action: The Goldstone and Libuscha IV (various locations
When: All month

A. Goldstone cargo hold - during the drift

[After leaving the junk planet behind, the crew of the Goldstone may find, while visiting the hold for any reason, that the space is dominated by a large pile of parts that their engineer had acquired during the stay. The bulk of it remains hidden under a sheet while he work on it, though there are telling bits and pieces strewn about - tires here, a headlight there - should one bother to investigate closer. Felix tinkers on this project obsessively over the next week, assembling the growing bulk of the thing, where he can easily be found during the drift - likely with his head poked under the sheet as he works.

The reason for this becomes apparent when the next planet comes into range.]

Private communication to Crowley: Come to the cargo hold. I have something that may interest you.

B. Libuscha IV

[Felix isn't especially keen on the cold weather nor the attraction of decorating and gift giving that always tends to come with these winter holidays. What little he can be found out and about in the town is in passing, driving the small black four-wheeler over the roads to one destination or another. You may catch him at a small feast, smiling broadly and toasting with the locals, or browsing a cluttered bookstore for additions to his library, or at the castle, wandering the halls or standing on the battlements, looking down at the glittering lights on the town with a contemplative and wistful expression.

The rest of the time, however, he and Crowley are ensconced in the room of a cozy inn, fireplace ablaze and bed piled high with extra blankets]