31 October 2016 @ 10:27 pm
 
Out of Milliways: a conversation with, and/or about, dead or once-dead people.

"So you said you found out how he died."



[Warning: spoilers for The Raven Boys.]
 
 
 
30 October 2016 @ 10:44 pm
 
[conversations with dead people: king james ii meets king james i. tw for non-graphic mentions of violence and blood]

Jamie's just about calmed himself down-- well, calmed himself down enough that he looks outwardly sort of mostly calm-- when he walks into the bar and finds himself suddenly in an outfit somewhat different from his usual. Not being familiar with Halloween and its attendant costuming traditions, he really has no context to explain this.

Well. He has one explanation.

He stumbles over to the Bar and demands, "Am I awake?"

A note comes back: Yes.

He stares at it a moment or two, then suddenly seizes it, crumples it up, and throws it behind the bar. "Ah, fuck, I canny trust you."

He sinks down onto a stool and lowers his head down onto his hands, resting on the bar. It's fine. It's fine. He'll just-- wait.
 
 
 
 
 
01 November 2015 @ 03:31 pm
 
[OOM: Upstairs, Childermass has his own visitor].

Childermass comes downstairs slowly, an expression on his face somewhere between puzzled and thoughtful.

He heads for a table, gets his cards out, and speaks to them - quietly, but aloud.

"Tell me. Tell me who is this young man in York."
 
 
01 November 2015 @ 09:37 pm
 
Jay let sleep overcome him after a particularly heated session with Eric.

Halfway through the night, the bed beside him dipped softly and a warm body slid in next to him – carrying the scent of the desert at night.

Ali.

{Warnings for explicit sex and blood play in the first OOM and non-explicit mushiness in the second.}
 
 
01 November 2015 @ 01:01 am
 
[Autumn, 1832: Le Puy-en-Velay, Auvergne, France.

Or: Enjolras dreams.

Later, he and Combeferre talk.]



[First link contains parental grief; second contains discussion of such.]
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 10:59 pm
 
Upstairs:
Other boys had fathers, he had a bronze plaque that groundcars drove over.

Captain Vorpatril's Alliance
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 08:50 pm
 
[ Out of Milliways proper:

I revenge myself all over myself
There's nothing you can do to me
]



[All thanks and credit to Lynne for writing the other half!]
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 08:39 pm
 
[OOM:
These currents pull us 'cross the border
Steady your boats, arms to shoulder]

[OOC: Thanks to Sweeney for writing this with me!]
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 06:26 pm
 
[ooc: In an apparent conversation with the dead, Viola runs into her brother in the forest. (with an additional Sebastian OOM to come!)]

Viola stumbles in from the forest looking rather shaken.

Having passed through the bar a little earlier, she's also wearing a dress.

The dress itself is unremarkable, a perfectly ordinary, well-made gown of the early seventeenth century. She remembers this fact just in time, and pulls down the mask the bar was kind enough to provide before she sees anyone she knows, anyone who might wonder why the bar decided Cesario ought to celebrate the holiday in such a manner (and how he learned to maneuver so well in those full, heavy skirts). Her curls are artfully arranged and tucked beneath a cap to hide their shortness.

So it's, to all appearances, a masked young lady who sits at the bar, drinking wine with slightly trembling hands.
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 10:12 pm
 
Ragnar Lothbrok comes striding into the bar mere moments after the door closes. He looks around in wonder, as people look even stranger than usual. Perhaps another one of those strange holidays they have here?

Ragnar stays by the bar for a while and has a beer while watching people with cat ears and people wearing ill-fitting golden dresses, then, he slips out the back door.

Shortly after, he comes back in, much more pensive, and returns to the bar for another drink.

Seems there's a point to this holiday after all. That does not, however, explain the frogs.
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 08:44 pm
 
[OOM: Athelstan sleeps upstairs, and has a visit from an old friend.]

Afterward, he slips quietly downstairs and out of the door.
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 04:10 pm
 
[Somewhere not quite here:

the pictures in his mind arose
and began to breathe

oom co-written by Phoenix and Flynn.]

 
 
30 October 2015 @ 02:16 pm
[OOM-ish: I was stolen, as a child.


Warning for allusions to Mad Max: Fury Road backstory.]