On Ladybones Road is a bookshop, but a bookshop with its name long scratched out. The owner? A small weepy man. The small weepy man that is with many regrets currently Soulless, and with it gone he took the name from his shop. Still can make a good cup of tea though...if it wasn't so salty. Tears really aren't a good flavouring for tea.
Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.
His tenant on the top floor is an L.S. Cassius. An efficacious and potent detective of rather slight stature. On the third story they have set-up an office. A rather respectable office. The waiting area is mostly furnished, but still has space saved off in one corner for a possible surprise piano some day. There is a hatstand, a small piano, a round coffee table, a cheery stone aspidistra, a well-built leather chaise longue, a grandfather clock, two stripy armchairs, and another smaller round side-table with a small bowl of nuts or candy on it.
Then through the 2nd door one may find a small stove with kettle, three filing cabinets, three decent chairs, and a desk that is large, sturdy, respectable, and just maybe; nicely weight-baring.--(I'm picturing something in a heavy dark wood, with engraving of flowers on its legs, maybe with the centres painted a cheery yellow). A blackboard/easel, a small lockable liqueur cabinet, and a bookcase that covers most of one wall.
On the wall facing the desk is a large, framed oil painting by![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nathan_attford (the actual quote from Twitter follows): "the painting is, in colours brighter than natural to make up for the dimness of 'Neath lighting, a peahen with several chicks pecking about on the ground while a peacock looks on in the background, all under a blue sky with trees and grass" Sitting on the desk is a small, midnight-blue, bat-shaped bowl full of tiny paper flowers, and a glass apple.
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[There are also other rooms that I will do another post for at a later date!]
Rooms above a Bookshop: rooms on three levels above a winding, dusty stair. The owner is melancholy and given to buttonholing you at the door and weeping into your hat. But he does have some interesting customers.
Then through the 2nd door one may find a small stove with kettle, three filing cabinets, three decent chairs, and a desk that is large, sturdy, respectable, and just maybe; nicely weight-baring.--(I'm picturing something in a heavy dark wood, with engraving of flowers on its legs, maybe with the centres painted a cheery yellow). A blackboard/easel, a small lockable liqueur cabinet, and a bookcase that covers most of one wall.
On the wall facing the desk is a large, framed oil painting by
nathan_attford (the actual quote from Twitter follows): "the painting is, in colours brighter than natural to make up for the dimness of 'Neath lighting, a peahen with several chicks pecking about on the ground while a peacock looks on in the background, all under a blue sky with trees and grass" Sitting on the desk is a small, midnight-blue, bat-shaped bowl full of tiny paper flowers, and a glass apple.---
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For Lorel's main residence [a Rooftop Shack], go {HERE}.
