15 November 2004 @ 07:05 am
[OOC: post this and this]

*David is exhausted, physically and mentally, as he picks up his own letter and the one addresed to Richard, and heads to the bar again, asking for the key to Armand's room. Taking it, he heads up the stairs, and to a sleep uninterrupted by dreams, or so he hopes*
Current Mood: tired
15 November 2004 @ 05:08 am
*David is sitting at the bar, his eyes on Charlie in the corner, and his heart is trembling. With a whiskey in his hand, he reaches once more to pull out his letter and reads it again and again, eyes wet.

He doesn't care who sees him*
Current Mood: crushed
14 November 2004 @ 09:47 pm
[ooc: post the bar at the end of the quest]

It's a blur at first--flashes of movement like film played too fast, sounds sped up and slowed down. Then like an elevator coming to a stop, they're back.

Charlie, Joe, Broom, David, Svava, Scott, and even Sir Didymus still on his steed.


Just back, like they'd never left.
14 November 2004 @ 09:02 pm
For a brief, very brief moment, a banner appears to be hanging over the Bar. It reads,

Welcome, Adventurers!

And as soon as it's seen, it's gone.
14 November 2004 @ 08:15 pm
[ooc: very, very far out of milliwaysThe City of Nowhere]
13 November 2004 @ 10:57 pm
[OOC: So very very far Out Of Milliways:

Bravely ran away

WARNING for minotaur-related violence!

ETA the right link. D'oh.]
12 November 2004 @ 10:39 pm
[OOC: Waaaay the hell out of Milliways:

First: (and previously summarized by David-mun) The Road of Trials

Then: Bad Night.

And then: The Mocking Door

And now even as I post this: Over the Threshhold

Also: Quixotic Quest Banner. ]
11 November 2004 @ 10:45 pm
*David is gone only a half-hour when he walks back through the front door of Milliways' bar, dressed in full hunter's khaki with a rifle at his hip and two pistols in a holster. A hip-flask, a small satchel on his waist, and a backpack on his back, and he's ready to go.

He walks up to Richard, handsome and fearless, very much mortal and ready, and says his goodbyes.

He hands Richard four letters: one each for Richard, Armand, Loki and Lestat.

He looks around for anyone else he's to say goodbye to, and does so.

Before he approaches Charlie, he scrounges in the corner for a ring, glad to find that it's still there after the other night, pocketing it and taking a deep breath, and heads to meet his fate, whatever that may be*
Current Mood: determined
11 November 2004 @ 06:29 pm
It's time.

Charlie clears his throat and stands. This is much easier with a band behind him and a guitar in front of him--making speeches is more Liam's thing.

"Erm," he begins. "Thank you. Everyone. For being hardy adventurers and--so on. I'm Charlie. Which you all know. Erm. I'd like--if we could--well, my gran used to say, never start a trip without asking God to bring you there safe, yeah? So. Um. If we could. Not that I think we'll agree on which god . . . erm. Yes."


"Right. Let's go, then." He slings the guitar over his back, picks up the packs from Gil, and heads out the door.

His heart is racing, his hands are shaking, and he feels like singing.
11 November 2004 @ 10:34 am
It's the same rather pathetic bundle as he put together when he tried to leave, but this time Charlie is not slinking away: he's striding out in the other direction, driven by purpose and curiosity. Guitar, check. Notebook, check. Oversized sweatshirt that Bartleby will have to pry off him if he ever wants it back, check.

Lots of bravado, check.

He pins the following notice to the board and sits nearby, to wait for the others to show up. Time being what it is at Milliways, he's prepared for a long wait.


The time has come as the walrus said. Let us gather and go.

[ooc: for interested parties, the quest will take place in [livejournal.com profile] quixotic_quest]
Current Mood: ready
09 November 2004 @ 09:56 am
Charlie makes his way downstairs, stepping carefully. Hungover? Oh, yes.

Nonetheless, he tears another sheet of paper from his notebook and pins it to the bulletin board.


The quest for the Landlord is a go! Please see Charlie Pace or Joe Manco if you wish to join us! (Charlie is the short bloke with the guitar and the massive headache. Joe's the quiet one with the guns.)

Then, still walking quite carefully as if trying not to jar himself too much, Charlie pulls a few tables together, gets some breakfast and sits to eat, watching the comings and goings closely.