lark_in_flight: Cosette in a large bonnet glancing over her shoulder (curious glance)
Cosette Fauchelevent ([personal profile] lark_in_flight) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2014-04-19 04:29 pm

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"Papa!" The voice which sounds through the opening front door is a young woman's, light and sweet and eager. The voice's owner follows in a billow of skirts, glancing back over her shoulder into a homey little hallway as she calls to someone unseen. "Papa, are you quite ready?"

She turns her head -- and falters in astonishment as she crosses the threshold, and her boots hit the Milliways floorboards.

"Papa...?" Her hand falls away from the doorknob, and it swings delicately closed behind her.

She's a young woman of perhaps sixteen or seventeen, her rosy face framed by delicate ringlets escaping from a silk-covered bonnet. Her dress is of blue wool, sloping down at the shoulders, puffed out wide at the sleeves and gathering again at the wrists, her skirts a bell over layers of petticoats, a warm shawl wrapped about her shoulders, gloves on her small hands, a basket over one arm, small boots just visible -- in other words, the height of dainty femininity for 1832, and doubtless extremely impractical and peculiar to the eyes of most of Milliways' patrons.

Welcome to Milliways, Cosette.
road_to_calvary: (Smiling Papa)

[personal profile] road_to_calvary 2014-04-19 08:52 pm (UTC)(link)
There is nothing impractical or peculiar about the vision before this man's eyes. He hears that voice; he turns. He sees her face; the weight of the world drops from his shoulders.

'Cosette.'

It is a whisper. And then, it is a laugh.

'Cosette.'

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[personal profile] road_to_calvary 2014-04-19 09:10 pm (UTC)(link)
It is all he can do to keep himself from falling upon her. It has been eight months. Eight months, for a man who can hardly bear being parted from her for more than two days at a stretch. He is white-faced as he stands before her, relief pouring from him in a flood. He holds himself steady, though cannot hold back his smile.

'My child. You are here.'

And yet, as he stands before her, fear starts its dark descent upon his heart. Realisation spreads. There are dangerous beings here. And there are people who know his name. People who know his past.

For a moment, no more words will come.

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[personal profile] street_sparrow 2014-04-19 09:50 pm (UTC)(link)
...he knows that face, Gavroche is sure, from somewhere long ago and fleeting in his memory, and the way she's dressed is familiar. But her name... escapes him, if he ever knew it.

He approaches, smiling politely.

"Salut, mam'selle. Is this your first time here?"
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[personal profile] street_sparrow 2014-04-19 10:00 pm (UTC)(link)

"As you opened the door to your garden", he explains carefully, "you were... waylaid. This place is called Milliways, and when you step back through the front door, you'll see your garden just as you were expecting."

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[personal profile] witchfinder_general 2014-04-19 11:11 pm (UTC)(link)
Father Harman is sitting at a table not far from the door, going over the notes for his Easter sermon, which he's sketched out in a few keywords on three index cards. It's been years since he had to do this.

He looks up when the young lady from the 19th century turns up and calls out for her father.

"Can I help you, Miss?" he asks.
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[personal profile] witchfinder_general 2014-04-19 11:27 pm (UTC)(link)
"The same thing that happened to my office at home," Father Harman says. "The door to this place got in the way. You're no longer where and when you were, Miss. This is Milliways, known as the bar at the end of the universe."

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[personal profile] electro_kinetic 2014-04-20 01:49 am (UTC)(link)
Wow.

Now that's a getup--Noriko has to take a minute to look at it all, though she may be just as strange to Cosette in her bold black and yellow top and tight jeans.

"Lost?" she asks somewhat gently.
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[personal profile] electro_kinetic 2014-04-20 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Nori can tolerate some degree of staring--hey, her clothes are probably pretty weird to this girl--and so she stands still for about half a minute before waving her hand to get the girl's attention. (In Cosette's defense the metal gloves and the fact that her hair is not only blue but braided into a mohawk probably takes longer than thirty seconds.)

"Hello?"

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[personal profile] change_my_story 2014-04-20 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
Matilda's enjoying a supper of chicken tikka masala while doing some questions in a geometry text book when she hears the voice calling out.

The lady's dress is definitely what catches her interest, a far cry from what she sees at home in the 1980s. She's not sure if the girl is dressed practically or not (really, it depends on what she plans on doing), but the dress and all its lace is pretty and right out of a story book.

"Hello. Your dress is very pretty." Matilda herself is in a pink and purple dress with a short sleeved shirt underweight, clean of course and certainly not of poor condition, but not screaming wealth either.
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[personal profile] change_my_story 2014-04-20 03:41 am (UTC)(link)
"Thank you, they're my favorite, second to rainbow colored." Precocious child or not, she's still a child and rainbow is still a color.

She takes in the lady a little more, noting her expression and posture-or what she could make out from the large dress and sleeves (part of her wanted to know if she was hiding anything under there). "You're new to this place, aren't you."

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[personal profile] themysciran_diana 2014-04-20 02:40 am (UTC)(link)
"Hello," says a warm voice from nearby.

"You're new here, I take it?"

Said voice comes from a tall -- very tall -- woman with dark hair, blue eyes, and a very eye-catching costume. The eye-catching comes not only from the color, but from the cut.

It comes from wearing a unitard. Go figure.
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[personal profile] themysciran_diana 2014-04-20 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"To you? Or to the place you meant to come to?"

Diana's smile warms, just a fraction.

"If you'd be so kind as to come this way, we can both clear the entryway and get you a seat. Perhaps some water, as well? It can be a bit of a shock, Milliways."

She'll move to start escorting the young lady to a nearby chair in a quiet corner.

"In the meantime, I'm Diana. Pleased to meet you."

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[personal profile] starrydome 2014-04-20 08:55 am (UTC)(link)
He sees the young women enter. And he sees the look on her face.

And so he rises from his seat and takes a few steps in her direction, saying, "Be not alarmed, young lady," in his rich, pleasant voice. For he is a father and should his daughter end up here, he would want someone to greet her warmly and alleviate her of her fears.

He is a Lord among The Firstborn of Arda and he dresses the part. Long flowing robes of lavender and grey hides slim trousers and soft leather boots and his braided hair is held in place by tiny silver stars. His face is ageless but his eyes are ancient. And kind.

He is also very tall with the broad shoulders you get from swinging swords and setting bones. So he keeps his distance so as not to crowd her or tower over her. And he keeps his voice low.
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[personal profile] starrydome 2014-04-21 05:02 am (UTC)(link)
"Your garden is still where it has always been," he says, kindly, stepping a little closer. "For a moment the door in your home that leads to it has merely opened elsewhere. You have stepped into Milliways. It is a crossroad of sorts, of time and worlds. But what matters most," he stresses this slightly, "is that this is a safe place where none may do others harm. "

And then he gives her a small bow, one hand on his chest. The way they did back in the days of the Lindon Court. "I am Elrond Half-Elven, and I too am at times a guest here."

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[personal profile] whipped_weapon 2014-04-20 11:01 pm (UTC)(link)
OOC: Is this closed to new pups? It looks interesting.
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[personal profile] whipped_weapon 2014-04-21 11:19 pm (UTC)(link)
OOC: Sure, thanks! :3