26 May 2006 @ 11:25 am
 
There is a prince, picking up a smallbento style lunchbox from the bar. Something nice and simple. To go outside with. Not quite a picnic -- for who picnics with their mount, really. Xu Ning needs a good run, and the ostrich-horse needs to stretch it's legs, so once it's in hand, he's walking for the back doors,

Heading into the stables, the boy has plenty to do to get the beast free--leaving just it's reigns on, he leads it out and goes to find a bit of clearing for it to wander and graze on, the lake there for easy watering. He settles in the grass to eat and watch the animal, his dog not far from his side, though she's currently stalking white moths, snapping at them and bouncing on her hind legs and spitting them out when she actually DOES get them between her teeth. EEEYECH.
 
 
14 April 2006 @ 07:59 pm
 
[OOM: All threads milltimed to the 19th of March, as Ashie is a SPAZ and forgot. Now that that's out of the way...

In the House of Arch, Bianca and the cursed!Lucy have a final run in, which ends in Bianca prudently running to get help when Lucy's fingers 'slip' while firing a bow and arrow. Bianca finds Merriman Lyon, and he uncurses Lucy, who goes straight to her room. Not in the best of moods, Bianca goes into the bar, where Ramon catches her to ask about Arithon's note. She takes him back to Australia, where the getting of Tool's soul is discussed and Random is trumped in with baby!Martin. While Arithon and Random are busy getting the little girl's soul back, Ramon and Bianca (with baby!Martin) are banished outide, and forced to amuse themselves. Warning for the last being a long-arse thread with serious talk interspaced with crack as Ramon's plans to use Martin as a flirting tool are thrawted by Bianca, and then she tosses him (by mistake. No, really) into the Pacific Ocean.

So, to sum up - Lucy's uncursed, Tool's soul is brought back, and Ramon's Armani pants will never be the same again.]
 
 
04 March 2006 @ 11:46 am
 
Ever since it attempted to snare Moiriane, Desh-theire has been lurking. Not, of course, in the bar. It is too easy to find it, there. No. Outside. At the lake.

Gathering to itself more mist. There are the same number of wraiths, but the mist is much, much larger. More places to hide.


Arithon and Asandir, together, walk out to the lake. The old Sorcerer looks down at the young Sorcerer and the two pairs of eyes which see too much meet.

They nod, as the mist boils around the two of them, seeking a way around Dream's command, seeking to warp the prince that it has already broken and twisted, and they walk back into the bar.

And it follows them, filling the bar as it pours more and more mist into the room, turning patrons into vague shapes and making the room strange and dim.
 
 
03 March 2006 @ 04:24 pm
 
It isn't much of an entry, but then there isn't much to say.

Merely a note pinned to the board so that those who have been spoken to know. Enchanted, of course, so that the cursed could not see it; could not get in the way and be harmed.

Merely a note, two words, penned in Paravian and with spells so that those who read it translate the alien marks into what they know best.

Tomorrow.
Asandir



And he is gone again.
 
 
28 February 2006 @ 01:11 pm
 
With great Millitime and handwaviness, Steph is out of the cells (has been since before Liam got put in, say true, and the mun totally didn't forget all about that and have to be reminded, nope, no way ...) and looking distinctly pleased with the world. She's in the bar, sitting at a table with a plate of cheesy potato bake and an oversized cup of coffee, and she's wearing a skirt. The girl's actually got legs! Admittedly, one of them's in a plaster cast at the moment - hence the wearing of the skirt in the first place. Also, you can't rafter-hop in plaster, so it doesn't matter.

Come talk to her. Mmm, potato bake, doesn't it smell goood? And of course, if you're tall, male and have long blonde hair, come be attacked. Just 'cos she can't walk doesn't mean she can't fight.
 
 
28 February 2006 @ 01:48 am
 
Add one more to the list of incarcerated due to CURSE!

Archie, as of this thread and this thread, is in the cells voluntarily until he's un-cursed.
 
 
27 February 2006 @ 11:36 pm
 
There is an aggitated young prince in the bar; he's curled up with a Smoking Mountain (nonalcoholic version) and a few ....ESL books. Bar was generous, what with Wells teaching him English letters and all.

He occasionally glances about the bar with -- something akin to nervous energy, a worrisome bit of thought. He doesn't even know why.

[If you're looking for a Desh-Theire encounter, I'm your man, but please catch the mun on AIM so I know who, what and why.]
 
 
27 February 2006 @ 08:31 pm
 
There's once more an Archie in the bar, tucked away in a corner booth, trying to make sense of things. He may have tea, but he's a bit too agitated at the moment to truly enjoy it. After last night's dance with Rachel, he's doing a slightly better job of holding things together, but the fact of the matter still remains that he is terribly troubled and utterly confused.

Try not to sneak up on him, he's terribly jumpy.
 
 
27 February 2006 @ 12:46 pm
 
Lets do a count, shall we?

In the bar, he's been attacked twice. Out of the bar, by two people on the same occasion. In the offices, once, making him the first person to jail his boss the same day they met as far as he knows.

There is a bruise on his neck, and his left wrist is splinted.

He has no actual weapons on.

Just a really, really grumpy expression.

So. Risk it?
 
 
26 February 2006 @ 07:43 pm
 
Look! The mun has finally gotten off her ass and put one blue ex-goddess back in the bar.

Complete with Curse!

For all your violent needs.

Or, you know. Conversation, if you're into that kind of thing.

Have at?

[ooc: please excuse the crappy entrance post, the mun is horribly out of practice with Bar-Illyria, having written canon-Illyria all last week.]
 
 
26 February 2006 @ 03:51 pm
 
((OOC: There will be (stuff) Millitimed to before this, but: Out of Milliways Liam goes batshit, Arithon jails him with guest WTFage?! from Bernard.))
 
 
26 February 2006 @ 11:29 am
 
The Fellowship Sorcerer is by the lake. He has the bottle finished, and it needs but for people to be ready to fight the Mistwraith for this thing to be over.

Of course, finding and freeing all of the cursed may take longer than that. So be it.

For now, there is a Fellowship Sorcerer, and a lake, and the treeline.
 
 
26 February 2006 @ 12:29 am
 
Ramon's in an armchair by the fire. He's not moving if he can help it. Too stiff, and he hasn't hurt like this since the sword lessons.

Alcohol is the best muscle relaxant in his opinion. Well, coupled with the self-prescribed valium anyway. If he's a bit drowsy, this would be why.

Mun knows they shouldn't really be mixed. So does he but hey, no one accused him of being careful.
 
 
25 February 2006 @ 08:01 am
 
After this conversation, there's a note left at the bar.

Arithon )

With that done he takes himself off to sleep and, hopefully, start healing up.
 
 
24 February 2006 @ 04:58 pm
 
Jason is in his normal spot, lounging in a booth with coffee. He still looks a bit on edge, but the whole mess with Bianca is still churning in his mind.
And growing.
Care to stop by?
(P.S. CURSE!)
 
 
24 February 2006 @ 04:36 pm
 
Arithon is used to wide open spaces, trees, plains...the ocean.

Being trapped in the bar does not suit him at all well.

Which is why, at some point, he slips outside.

Yeah. Go ahead and attack the stupid bastard.
 
 
24 February 2006 @ 10:13 am
 
Oh, look. Its a diminutive prince, Sorcerer, bard, member of Security target.

Due to healing last night he no longer looks like Mel beat him up. He's got different leather armor on than when she did, of course, but that has more to do with the fact that a Slayer kicking in your armor means you need new than the bad memories.

And the memories are bad, yes.

He's got a cup of soup, because Bar insists on soup. Arithon, like his caith'd'ein does not win vs. Bar.
 
 
23 February 2006 @ 11:25 pm
 
One Ramon. Has sword, will travel. Only not very far, unless specific people ask him.

Alas, the battle against Bar is not going well. Once again, no alcohol has been provided. This, possibly more than anything else recently, has him in a foul mood.
 
 
23 February 2006 @ 10:28 pm
 
Against all common sense and reason, Avar is back in the bar tonight, cutlass at his waist, book on the table in front of him.

He's trying to read it.

How well does anyone think it's working?
 
 
22 February 2006 @ 08:18 pm
 
Enter another Security member. One that perhaps is not quite as sane as he appears, and he does appear fairly sane for the time being. And if you aren't a tall creepy sorcerer, he'll probably remain so. Though there is a small, but growing, portion of his mind that is seething. Seething.