23 September 2017 @ 10:06 pm
Cassidy wanders downstairs, wearing one of those overly dramatic howling wolf t-shirts. In pink. What? He stole borrowed it from the Lost & Found Box. If it fits, he wears it, so he's wearing it.

In any case, he needs whiskey.

He's been thinking about going back through his door so he can do the thing that he still has to do, but that can wait until after he's had his whiskey.

Then, out of sheer curiosity, he very quietly asks the Bar:

"Hey, y'know that bottled blood I've been hearin' about? Mind if I get one o' those, too?"

Sure enough, a stout bottle of TruBlood appears next to his bottle of liquor. Pulling a face, he picks it up and reads the label. And then the ingredients. And then the little blurb on the side about how it was manufactured in Japan.

It's synthetic blood.

"What the everlovin' shite is this?" he mutters.
29 July 2017 @ 03:36 pm
Alana Bloom takes a long time to screw up her courage. She tells herself that she's only leaving a note--just an inquiry, really--and eventually gathers her wits and figures out what she wants to say.

Security )

After she drops the note off at the bar, Alana takes a seat there. Bar offers her a latte, and she sips at it gratefully while waiting for someone from Security to respond, her knee jiggling.

[OOC: Open to all, and open forever.]
21 July 2017 @ 01:20 pm
[ OOM: Pam takes Eric to Fangtasia and tells him the truth, as only a vampire can, about who he used to be. Unfortunately, Eric doesn't seem to want to be that vampire anymore. ]
16 July 2017 @ 08:33 pm
{ True Blood canon time: Eric returns from Milliways and encounters a fairy.

Fairy blood is intoxicating and protects vampires from sunlight. At least for a little while.}

The door opens and Eric stumbles through.

This time, he is wearing a blanket wrapped around himself, sarong style. And he looks a bit under the weather.

He heads to the Bar and meets Pam on the way (thread is ongoing).
16 July 2017 @ 12:54 am
I can put up with a lot, but you fuck with my face, it's time to die.

The door slams open and a tall figure draped with a thick veil and shrouded in black from head to toe enters. The stench of death and decay surrounds her.

It's Pam.

She lets out a scream of fury, of frustration, of anguish.

That witch will pay for this.

With her goddamned life.
02 July 2017 @ 09:32 pm
Outside on the grass, from the Scout Hut towards the beach, there is bunting and fairy lights and a large banner.


The fair is here for the whole week, and there's something for everyone, so come along and join us!

[ooc: OPEN TO ALL!
Threadhopping encouraged!

For further details, this post, and this post.

Horticultural show entries are now CLOSED.
Sports threads are now CLOSED.
Stalls/other are OPEN]
30 June 2017 @ 05:56 pm
[ OOM: An amnesiac vampire briefly returns, and Emcee tries not to get attached, but fails miserably.

"I don't feel bad about it."
"I don't believe you."

He misses the old Eric. The one who wanted him and used him and didn't feel bad about it. ]

Warnings: vampirism & sex in the first half; tears & regrets & awkwardness in the second half.
24 June 2017 @ 09:40 pm
{So Pam stopped by and frightened Eric and once she left, Sookie had to coax him down the stairs to his cubby.

There, he fell asleep and slept like the dead. And then he woke and climbed through the door at the top of the small ladder

The door opens and Eric hoists himself up and onto the floor,
He is dressed in washed out shorts (they're meant to be long, but they stop a little higher than they're supposed to. Awkwardly) and a just as worn t-shirt.
His hair is a bird's nest and he is blinking sleepily and a little dazedly at the scene in front of him.

Why is he back here?
17 June 2017 @ 03:57 pm
[ OOM: A return to canon in which Pam and Sookie have a little chat regarding Eric. His ownership of her house, his whereabouts, blah blah blah. Pam is unsurprisingly bored and unmoved.

Until Eric turns up later with his memories gone. Pam actually has some very strong feelings about that. ]
15 June 2017 @ 09:34 pm
His door is back.

At first he doesn't notice and when he does he almost - almost - hurries through it.

Then he remembers what he was told. He will have to look the way he did when he entered.

So Eric gets dirty jeans and a small bucket of mud from Bar and heads for the men's room. Some time later, he returns, in dirty jeans and bare feet, with tousled hair and mud everywhere.

And then he goes home.

{ooc: Eric returns to canon. Feel free to catch him ere he goes}
20 May 2017 @ 07:30 pm
Ganymede comes into the bar dressed in deep midnight blue and stark white, hair tied back and twined with golden ribbon, and moving stiffly, as if suddenly he felt his legitimate age with no explanation. At the bar he lays a hand on the wood and receives a small, fine linen pouch and a handful of bleached white bones, parts of their surfaces coated with lustrous gold.

They're astralagi, jackstones used to play a game older than Ganymede himself; with an easy flick of his hand one of the weird sinuous shapes is tossed into the air, coming back down balanced just below his knuckles on the back of his hand. It's an easy game to play, but hard to master; he has time. He may even be at it for a while between sips of strong, tart cherry juice. It's so much so that it nearly makes his eyes water, and as he hunches over he winces, sitting up straight again.

Suffice it to say he's a little sore.
11 May 2017 @ 01:35 am
[ The Master of Ceremonies ... has a vampire. And he teaches him how to be good.

"Why is the world like that?"
"I don't know, Eric. Every world has its monsters."
... "Like me."

Warnings: Sex and vampirism for about the first half, frequent snuggling for the rest.
03 May 2017 @ 12:25 pm
Sunshine is looking restless, sitting at a table and watching the room. She has a cup of tea long gone cold before her, as well as a blank pad of paper and a pen, but isn't doing much more than fidgeting with the pen at the moment.

However much the possibilities of what waits for her in her world scare her, now that she has made the decision to go back, she is anxious to do so. But there are friends in Milliways Rae refuses to leave without saying goodbye to. Just in case.

She'll leave notes if she absolutely has to; she's just resisting the idea that it's her best option.
19 April 2017 @ 01:58 pm
Emcee comes downstairs looking like the opposite of what he'd looked like to anyone who'd seen him last.

That is, he looks like himself. And more importantly, in the bigger scheme of things, he feels like himself.

Clad in his usual repurposed tuxedo trousers and suspenders, a white sleeveless undershirt, and grungy boots, he's also made the effort to put on makeup. Smoky blue eyeshadow, crimson lipstick. Because this is who he is.

When he reaches the Bar, he receives a note from Sinric saying a fond farewell. And he also receives a note from Bar herself, saying that he has bartending duty now. Never one to shirk a bartending shift, he takes a moment to ask for a few items before agreeing and lets her have her nap.

He sets up an iThing music player on the back shelf to play a collection of electro swing, beginning with a little ditty called Star Wars - Cantina Band. Emcee has no idea who or what this is but it's catchy, and he bops in place as he writes the specials on the board.

Happy Hour Specials
Gin Rickey
French 75
Bee's Knees
Corpse Reviver
Hanky Panky

With that done, he pours himself a glass of cherry schnapps and snacks on Belgian fries from a huge bowl, enough to share with anyone who comes by.

[tiny tags: cassian andor, baze malbus, chirrut imwe, mary of guelders]
01 April 2017 @ 12:21 pm
[Millitimed to after meeting Jim/Gethin and going up to Sinric's room (thread still in progress).]

Eli Gold comes downstairs into the bar.

That's right. Eli Gold.

He moves with a purposeful stride as if used to people getting out of his way. He's wearing a trim, navy blue suit and a red power tie with polished black shoes. His hair is neatly slicked back. Not strand or a seam out of place, and not a trace of good humor on his face.

He's annoyed, really. But when is he not annoyed. And irritated. And just--ugh, this is not a good day.

"Scotch," he snaps at the Bar.

And then he sneezes into a handkerchief.

A cup of tea appears instead. Eli stares at it. Unamused.

"Does it at least have scotch in it?"

A napkin appears: No

Eli huffs a sigh. "You're lucky I can't write a negative Yelp review," he mutters before accepting the scotch-free tea and taking a sip.

Anyone who overhears him will notice a clipped, American accent where a German one should be.

[ooc: Last of the IMDb flu? April Fool's joke? You decide!]
28 March 2017 @ 12:19 pm
As he suspected he would, Jim caught Sherlock's - heh, Rory's - stupid bloody cold. He went to bed angry, frustrated, and sick to the back teeth of this entire bloody bar.

He wakes up with a Welsh accent, a body that feels weirdly exhausted, and a whooooole lot of surprise at finding himself in a bedroom that is not wallpapered in Laura Ashley, cluttered with years' worth of books and theatre junk. Gethin has never set foot in a room so opulent, and so incomprehensible to him. He spends a good hour looking at the clothes, the books, the...frankly pornographic, yet extremely beautiful...photography on the wall of the library (the centrepiece of which involves his own face, and the blurred figure of a much taller man in the background. He doesn't look at it for long.) Everything is very, very weird.

In short, Gethin Roberts does not have a bloody clue what's going on. But at least there are clothes he recognises - comfortably 80s in style - and if the cold he's got means he can't go searching Jonathan out, at least there appears to be a...bar, downstairs?

What. The Actual. Hell. 

[OOC: getting in under the wire! Open until the end of March. :)]
04 March 2017 @ 07:20 pm
There's a vampire skulking in the kitchen.

It's nice and warm and full of pleasant smells.

He is doing his very best to be inconspicuous. But it isn't really working.
16 February 2017 @ 10:50 pm
Eric has made his way downstairs and is now trying to be inconspicious.

It's - not really working. He is too big for that. And pale. And muscle-ly.

He has found a booth and is now holed up in it with a magazine. He had asked the magical counter for something to read and he had gotten something very glossy and heavy on the artful photography.
Interior design.

It's - apparantly something some people feel strongly about?

{ooc: off to bed, back tomorrow}
06 February 2017 @ 11:46 am
Today, Tess doesn’t even realize she’s entered the bar until she nearly runs into a table. It’s not the ideal place for now, but she decides to stay regardless, wandering over to the fireplace and settling on a couch.

Her face is blank and there’s no question there’s something wrong. Whether or not she’ll talk about it is the real mystery.
04 February 2017 @ 03:15 pm
Emcee (modestly dressed, no makeup except for eyeliner) comes downstairs, a paperback book in hand. He takes two folded notes from between the book's pages and leaves them with the Bar to be delivered to Abe no Seimei and Sinric. The notes both read:

I would greatly appreciate it if you could help a friend of mine who has lost his memory. Will you please advise? We will be in the bar; or if you miss us, please leave me a note and we can arrange a meeting.

Thank you!

Emcee then makes his way to a quiet corner booth to wait for Eric and/or the recipients of his notes.

The book he is reading is titled 1984.