21 July 2017 @ 01:20 pm
oom  
[ 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 @ 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.
 
 
17 June 2017 @ 11:07 pm
 
"I'll give you twenty-four hours to deliver that witch to me," Pam growls with unblinking, terrifying calmness, her fangs bared. "And if you don't, I will personally eat, fuck, and kill all three of you."

With this ultimatum, Tara, Lafayette, and Jesús hastily disappear up the dungeon stairs, slamming the door behind them.

And Pam is left alone for a moment to collect herself as best she can before she heads up, too, her stiletto boot heels clicking coldly on the damp concrete. Except that when she opens the door, which should have opened onto to the hall leading to the main room of Fangtasia, she steps into Milliways.

"Oh, goddammit."

Her fangs gleam as pointily as the decorative spikes on the shoulders of her black denim jacket.

She's really not in the mood.


[tiny tag: Baze Malbus]
 
 
17 June 2017 @ 03:57 pm
OOMs  
[ 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. ]
 
 
04 December 2016 @ 05:07 pm
 
[elfwarning]

Pam comes downstairs wearing a fuchsia cocktail dress, which is actually quite casual for her, and stops in her tracks when she sees an overabundance of what seem to be Christmas elf dolls in the bar.

If this is someone's idea of decorating for the holidays, it's really stupid.

Perma-scowl fixed firmly in place, she strides over to the bar, elegantly perches on a stool, and crosses her legs at the knee. After requesting a high-end fashion magazine, she glances around.

"Creepy little shits," she mutters.

And she turns to her magazine.

She doesn't notice it right away but an elf doll has suddenly appeared on the bar stool next to her.
 
 
29 November 2016 @ 05:52 pm
 
Tess comes in today and heads toward an armchair, ordering a drink from an attending waitrat. It's been a long day and right now she needs some time not in her world. She'd had what is probably the most difficult conversation of her life and though it ended amicably, she's worn out from the stress.

But it's done. She's handed in her resignation from the Justice League.

The moonbase will be her last hurrah and once that's over, she's all on her own. Of course Clark has tried to talk her out of it, but when she explained her heart just wasn't in it anymore he knew it was the right decision for her.

For the moment, she'll take her drink and spend some time looking out the Window.
 
 
23 August 2016 @ 10:41 am
 
After being thrown in jail for defending himself, Wilford got the hell out of dodge, determined to never come back.

Since then, the bar has shown up three times. The first two, Wilford managed to nope right out and avoid stepping all the way through the door. This time, with his hands full of scalding hot coffee and an iPad playing a segment for next week's show, Wilford doesn't realise where he is until he hears the door shut in such a way that it sounds very much locked. After some careful shuffling of coffee and expensive electronics, Wilford tries the door to find it is indeed very much locked. He only just manages to restrain himself from kicking it, and glares hatefully at it instead.

This time, he's not going to let himself get caught off-guard, though. He'd gleaned enough information the last time he was here to understand, more or less, what this place is. After a quick stop to the Bar to pick something up, Wilford takes over the sofa by the fire to figure out what the hell he's supposed to do next.

On his way over, he notices a comically-large pink moustache on the mermaid in the trilobite tank, and has a very good idea of who put it there. But he's not going to give the creep the satisfaction of reacting to it.
 
 
23 August 2016 @ 01:26 pm
 
Pam walks into the bar.

Her expression clearly says, Fuck off, I hate you.

But that's what it says every day, so.

She's about to turn around and get out of here when she remembers she has, like, paperwork and shit to do. And she doesn't feel like doing any of it. So she's not going to. At least not right now.

What she is going to do, is go behind the bar and help herself to a bag of donor blood in the refrigerator. It gets squeezed out into a glass and popped into the microwave until it reaches 98 degrees or thereabouts.

It's not fresh, but Pam doesn't feel like working for a drink either.
 
 
26 June 2016 @ 06:52 pm
Quite a while ago, Eric Northman struck a deal with James Moriarty, or as he was known at the time, Jim from IT, concerning a stealthy drone he'd use to snoop around the mansion of his new king.

Once it was built, Eric and Jim talked a little more, and Eric ended up bringing Jim to Fangtasia.

Things of note: drone flying, hints of vampire violence, a crown (but not that crown), lies, lies, and even more lies, Pam being so done, bad music, and the sandwich from Hell.

Warnings: no sex. Also hints of violence. Also the participants are really unpleasant people most of the time. Also, sandwich from Hell.
 
 
11 June 2016 @ 05:02 pm
 
OOM: Ivan realizes how far he is from what he knows when he has an evening with Pam.

(OOC: Contains blood drinking and explicit sex.)
 
 
24 May 2016 @ 12:43 pm
 
Pam comes through the door, annoyed at everything, including Milliways.

Back at Fangtasia, Nan and the American Vampire League are packing up their cameras and gear after filming their vampire PSA. They gave Pam a copy of the raw footage on CD, which she has now in her hand, tapping her manicured fingernails on its clear case.

Really, they should have gone with Eric in the first place because the longer Pam had to sit still for the camera and say stupid things, the less she gave a fuck. It was stupid. The whole idea is stupid. Eric took over and did the whole damn thing in one take. There. Boom. Done.

She's sure that fangbangers everywhere would be licking their screens seeing Eric Northman in a goddamn commercial.

He was also in a suspiciously good mood when he arrived at work. She can guess why.

Anyway. Pam is here now. She might as well take the edge off her irritation. And at least she looks nice in a very pink and proper vintage Chanel two-piece, complete with pearls. This is her Sunday best.

Taking a seat at the bar, she orders a bottle of TruBlood and an issue of Vogue. She sets down the CD, marked "AVL PSA" with a Sharpie, and proceeds to ignore it as she flips through the magazine.

(She might show you the video if she likes you.)
 
 
23 May 2016 @ 09:44 pm
 
The door opens to the sounds of a shouting match.

"... and I know that's not how gravity works but the truck didn't seem to get that message now did oh bother." Her shouting abruptly dies down as the room she thought she was backing into fails to be the Bus' kitchen and the door closes between her and Fitz.

Best to take the time out and get some tea. And maybe try to come up with another reason as to why a lorry would suddenly decide to fly in the middle of the American Midwest. Or even better, why a lorry that suddenly decided to fly in the American Midwest would abruptly decide mid-flight that it wanted to go back to obeying the commonly accepted laws of physics and crash to Earth again.

If Coulson hadn't seemed so frustrated that she and Fitz couldn't come up with an instantaneous answer, it would be a most engaging puzzle.
 
 
16 May 2016 @ 02:02 pm
 
The door opens, and a tall, blonde woman wearing a low-cut leather dress with stiletto pumps and a necklace of black pearls strides in.

The look of disdain that settles on her face is one that puts most other looks of disdain to shame.

"Well, fuck."

She didn't expect Milliways. But then again, who does? Besides, she's been waiting for Eric back at Fangtasia for like ten whole minutes now. She needs her break.
 
 
10 December 2015 @ 01:32 pm
 
Those who volunteered to sit for Liz the last time she passed through will find, as they pass by the message board, small envelopes neatly labelled with their name. Inside, as promised, the sketches she made, to do with as they wish. They're quick and simple, in an loose, impressionistic style.

And should they-- or anyone else-- wish to find her, Liz herself is seated not far away, flipping through a magazine in front of the fire.


[ooc: Volunteers from last time can ignore or come chat or just take the envelope and run! And, of course, anyone else who feels like saying hey.]
 
 
09 December 2015 @ 05:21 pm
 
The door opens, letting in a blast of pounding techno-metal.

--Along with Pam, who's wearing a white leather jacket over a black vinyl bustier, with red leather pants and spike-heeled boots.

She's yelling over the music into her cellphone.

"--no, I said Reykjavik! As in the capital of Iceland! ...What do you mean, how do I spell that? You work in a fucking post office, you're supposed to know these things! Just track the goddamned--"

She realizes too late that her reception has been cut off and the door has closed behind her.

"Well, fuck."
 
 
08 December 2015 @ 10:00 pm
OOMs  
All things end.

Even awesome vacations.

Join Eric and Pam for a trip to see a proper hot spring out in the wild. In a cave. On top of a volcano. Its all Eric's idea. Of course.

And then spend some time with them as they take care of some shopping (Pam's idea) before heading to the airport, antagonizing the tourists, and flying home.

Aurora Borealis and hints of nostalgia.

Warnings: vampires. Also UST. And swimwear.
 
 
01 December 2015 @ 07:48 pm
OOMs  
When we last saw Eric and Pam they were finally headed for Iceland. The rest of the trip proved uneventful and after they'd checked into their nice hotel (and Pam had gotten her naked lady fan), they headed off to go meet the local sheriff. And sample the local cuisine.

The following night they were asked round to the Sheriff's again for a party. Here they picked up people again and went back to the hotel to make sure that Eric's bed was as good as Pam's.

And it was..

Anyone for an orgy?

{Warnings: ridiculous amounts of blood and sex in various constellations with adventurous and vampire-friendly people from Iceland. Because nobody bothers wearing underwear to the Sheriff's parties apparently. Also UST. NSFW. Unless perhaps if you work at the Icelandic Phallological Museum.}
 
 
14 November 2015 @ 06:54 pm
A little while ago, Pam and Eric found themselves at Milliways on Halloween. In matching outfits none the less.

After a brief CWDP interlude, they finally managed to head off on vacation.

To Iceland.

Or at least, that was the plan.
Don't you just hate delayed and redirected flights?
 
 
31 October 2015 @ 07:46 pm
Eric walks through the door - and is immediately transformed.

It's hard to pinpoint the greatest change.

The tan.
The Farrah Fawcett- like golden hair cascading down his shoulders.
The gold lamé dress.
The heels. Oh god the heels.

He stops and looks down at himself, slowly.

Then he checks, briefly, first the bosom (padding) and then the rest (still there).
He could complain, but it's not like he'd accomplish anything by that.

So instead he strides across the floor, a 6.4" goddess, with remarkable surety.
Someone's been in heels before, it seems.
 
 
04 August 2015 @ 09:13 pm
 
The door opens.

"--Just put the rest of the bags in the car, I think I left my sunglasses at the--"

The door closes.

"--register. Goddammit."

Pam huffs an ever-irritated sigh, but she makes her way to the bar anyway. Setting down her shopping bags, she perches neatly and fashionably (pink belted pencil dress with a matching cropped jacket) on a stool and orders a bottle of TruBlood.

Trying on bikinis all night can be exhausting.