http://ahogarse.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-06-06 07:39 pm

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Something quiet is lurking on the lakebank.

In and out behind the rocks, dark splashes, soft noises.


[ooc: sorry about that, folks, was kidnapped for business but am returned.]

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 11:45 pm (UTC)(link)
Ajedrez has, by this point, somewhat recovered from her hangover. It wasn't terrible, in anycase, and even if she is still feeling mildly ill, she's twitchy. Get up and run and run and run, but for the sake of her head she's contenting herself with kicking a football around.

It isn't clear if she has noticed the noises yet.

Probably not.

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-06 11:50 pm (UTC)(link)
She glances up, and smiles at him.

"Hey, Santi."

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:04 am (UTC)(link)
"You okay?" She asks, resting a sneakered foot on the ball to stop it from moving.

[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 12:15 am (UTC)(link)
She glances at him, then to the ball, and then gentle kicks it towards him.

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[personal profile] pirate_jack 2007-06-07 12:05 am (UTC)(link)
Someone has far less of a hangover than others might, this evening. It's the sort of thing that comes from drinking rum on a regular basis, savvy?

In any case, given the aforementioned hangovers that might be the sorts of things as others could be perceiving as unwelcome complications... let's just say Jack Sparrow has enough of a sense of self-preservation to be making himself scarce around the bar this evening.

Which means, in other words, that the pirate's currently perched on the railing of the lower deck, leaning back comfortably against the support of the upper, and humming a soft sea song.
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[personal profile] pirate_jack 2007-06-07 12:23 am (UTC)(link)
"Last Easter in the morning fair
We was not far from land
We spied a mermaid sitting on a rock
With a comb and a glass in her hand, in her hand
With a comb and a glass in her hand--
"

The movement below catches his attention. Jack breaks off there, looking down at the boy with interest.

"--you're no mermaid, lad."
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Jack startles, coming bolt upright.

"Eeahh!"

Black eyes glitter with sudden curiosity. If he's disconcerted by the look of the boy's forehead, the grey pallor of his skin, Jack gives no sign of it.

"Now that there's a clever trick of yours, mate."

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[identity profile] fortunateking.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 01:23 am (UTC)(link)
And there is something unmoving by the lakebank, a big ball of orange and black and white fur, apparently snoozing.

Catnaps are even better when you're a big cat.

[identity profile] fortunateking.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 01:33 am (UTC)(link)
Both of Tiger's ears twitch at the sound, but it appears...

... that he is still very much asleep.

[identity profile] fortunateking.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 02:22 am (UTC)(link)
It is.

Tiger frowns in his sleep and stirs, eventually cracking one eye open.

Santi?

[identity profile] grandsuccess.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 01:56 am (UTC)(link)
Allie had been looking for the flowers Rapunzel had mentioned put her to sleep, and she hadn't found any yet. But she was standing now, almost a little uneasily, like animals did; very, very still before they might scamper away.

Her face though betrayed something entirely different. A wariness that was broadened by two bright eyes of curiosity...and something that might almost resemble concern.

[identity profile] grandsuccess.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 02:18 am (UTC)(link)
Her head tilted in the direction of the rock even before the head rose, but when it {he) appeared she straightened. It was so much that appeared, but he was (he sighed).

Allie's eyes looked at him straight, color suddenly darker, suddenly deeper, giving away only in the moment they widened as she gave a small gasp.

[identity profile] grandsuccess.livejournal.com 2007-06-07 02:24 am (UTC)(link)
She blinked and swallowed. Her ears had the words, even as other words of his whispered around him, other sounds screamed, his and not his but caused by him.

Her fingers rubbed together and she swallowed again, head tilting a little, eyes still wider than normal.

"Hi." Her voice trembled slightly and it was smaller than normal.