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creator_raven ([personal profile] creator_raven) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2007-06-08 10:32 pm

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There is a quiet thump near the fireplace, and seconds later a tall, skinny man is making himself very comfortable on the couch.

He is barefoot.

Things are more comfy that way.

Also it does not take long for a waitrat to scamper by, leaving a plate of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of milk in her wake.

Raven is, sadly, sometimes very predictable.

Until he isn't, of course.

It is a thing.

[identity profile] morelikeasponge.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:02 am (UTC)(link)
Is that Raven? It looks kind of like Raven when she -- when he was a guy.

Peter's trying to study his face without being too obvious.

[identity profile] morelikeasponge.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:15 am (UTC)(link)
Definitely Raven.

"Hi, Raven," says Peter, still lurking by the arm of the couch. "Do you look like this a lot?"

[identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
There is now a bird on his shoulder.

It is not the Bluebird of Happiness.

If anything, it is the Eurasian Jay of Deep Sarcasm.

...

We're pretty sure they're not related.

[identity profile] nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:11 am (UTC)(link)
Ace pecks his ear irritably. Clearly, he was just asking for a thick one.

Bird shit indeed. He should talk, he's full of it.
pwyll_twiceborn: (just a little emo)

[personal profile] pwyll_twiceborn 2007-06-09 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
Kim and Dave have just left.


If Paul were a different kind of person, this is when the finality of his decision would be starting to sink in on him. Since Paul is Paul, he's already made sure to remind himself of that finality; all the same, it's somewhat reassuring to walk through the door into Milliways. Almost like a promise: the connection is still there.
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[personal profile] pwyll_twiceborn 2007-06-09 03:16 am (UTC)(link)
Old habits die hard. And they did, after all, just come out of a war.

Paul swings around, ducking away, tense and wary - but stops when he sees who it is, his face relaxing into what might be a smile.

"I should have known it was you."

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[identity profile] lethe-forgets.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:10 am (UTC)(link)
There's a nymph draping herself over the back of his couch and grinning with a barely contained sort of giddiness.

There would be bouncing.

That is, if her feet were touching the floor there would be bouncing.

[identity profile] lethe-forgets.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Her hand flutters over her mouth for a moment and a giggle squeaks out between her fingers. It's an out-loud, really kind of pleased giggle - which is what giggles should be, really, all things considered.

"Very good."

That's out loud too. She's pretty fond of it.

Her arms wrap around his neck, chin resting on his shoulder.

"You are well too?"
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2007-06-09 03:34 am (UTC)(link)
The particularly deep shade of blue that she is wearing tonight makes it almost easy for her to slip past people unnoticed.

Raven, however, is not like most people. Moiraine is well aware of that, even as she pauses nearby, watching him.
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[personal profile] blue_ajah 2007-06-09 03:43 am (UTC)(link)
She notices, of course, as her footwear changes -- how could she not?

"Raven."

Moiraine is glaring at him in some exasperation.

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[identity profile] ahogarse.livejournal.com 2007-06-09 05:58 am (UTC)(link)
SURPRISE!!!!


Waiting for him at the bar is a picture. A masterpiece of crayon, with every colour in the box Santi had, done on crisp white paper.

On it, is a picture of being underwater. There is a squid and seaweed and fishies and treasure and someone's glasses and rocks and clams and a mermaid and Santi, who's waving.

From Santi to Raven reads the crayon print along the bottom, neatly and proudly.
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[personal profile] md_donighal 2007-06-09 01:00 pm (UTC)(link)
Some people's senses are, at times, better than those of humans. This, too, is a thing.

The red-haired man in the gray suit catches a faint odor of blood and clay. After a moment of concentration, he realizes it is coming from the skinny man.

He approaches the other, warily at first. The blood, after all, could be anyone's, perhaps.
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[personal profile] md_donighal 2007-06-13 01:37 pm (UTC)(link)
Something both dis- and al-arming about that grin, but the man in the gray suit decides to give a friendly answer to a friendly question. "I wouldn't say no to them, but they're not why I came here." He grins a grin of his own. "If I'd known they were on offer, I suspect I'd have approached more openly."