(no subject)

[lorelai-rory.livejournal.com]

Rory walks into Milliway's, most of the week spent out in the real world with studying and working cutting into the relaxation time.

Of course...the hell that had been loosed here at Milliway's is unknown to her.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters the bar. Looking, as is usual these days, very tired, and trying with only partial success to hide the fact.*

*Unlike usual, he is greeted by an owl, who pauses long enough to drop a note before flapping away. Will automatically catches the note, unfolds it, and reads it. The message is a single word: Ready.*

*He slides it into a pocket, without changing expression, and heads for the painting that leads to the House of Arch, and lays a hand on the frame.*

Apperire.

*He steps through.*

*A while later, he reemerges, and looks around for friends.*

(no subject)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde comes in the front door - in jeans, black Led Zep t-shirt, that ratty plaid jacket he's been huddled in for the last several days.

He shuts it behind him, back flat up against the door as if he's afraid something will come in - or get out - and gives Milliways a decidedly paranoid look.

Then Agent Hyde "stealthily" moves to the bar, sliding onto a stool and whistling as he folds his hands upon the counter.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is in the same dark booth as last night.

He looks exhausted.

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

(( Tim has added a new member to security.

And After tossing Angel in jail, snarks at Lector. ))

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

Dawn slinks out of the staff corridor and darts down another... she doesn't know where she's going, but she ends up in a large, dark room with large, rectangular / squarish machines lining the walls. She doesn't care where she is - only that it's dark and she's alone. She squeezes herself into a corner in the back of the room, her knees drawn up to her chest and she buries her face in her hands.







[ooc: establishment of pup location, mun is heading to bed now, but she'll still be there in the morning]

(no subject)

[flybywash]

[OOC: Wash and Ace in the cells]

OOM.

[steadfastknight]

[OOM: Disarmed Knights: One Night in Colorado]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti goes upstairs.

The day has brought many surprises: Lochiel has a new goddess, Nick Knight can do 'old and sage' pefectly fine, David broke up with the ex-Dark God for reasons Asar-Suti doesn't completely get, and Ember is now a child - which means just Gil and 'Sooty' are left. Gil doesn't trust things yet, but who can blame him.-

Asar-Suti goes upstairs and makes sure that the magic lock on his door will open for Gil.

(no subject)

[clumsy_auror]

[OOC: Bringing Bernard Home]

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

[OOC: Out-Of-Milliways Entry]

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Last night, a few things happened out-of-bar for Eris. In order:

Clearing things up with Kellin
Talking with Asar-Suti
Angst and woe with Kellin, Amarado, and a Shadowman
Resolution on the island

In conclusion: Abby is insane and we all love her very very much. *nods*]

(no subject)

[silverageflash.livejournal.com]

Flash - in costume today, the cowl down - enters early, notebook in hand.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Post-Milliways]

Breakfast at Milliways

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard walks in from New Orleans. He ties on his apron and steps behind the bar.

"What'll it be?"

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

[OOC: Post-Milliways.]

(no subject)

[b-hawkins.livejournal.com]

Hawkins entered the bar, his facial expression extremely turbulent. He made a b-line for the bar and began to drink feircely. Today just wasn't a good day.

(no subject)

[susan-death.livejournal.com]

Susan is less surprised to find herself in Milliways this time, but it's still a little exasperating not to know what she's supposed to be doing here. She orders a water from a rat and goes to sit down.

(no subject)

[bloodyrockgod]

Charlie comes downstairs with sheet music under his arm. It's Bach. Bach is a good starting place.

He sits at the piano and takes a deep breath, and places his fingers on the keyboard with a mixture of hesitation and determination. He's a musician, after all. What is he if he's not making music?

He plays. Slowly. But he plays.

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Esk is in the bar, sitting by the trilobites, reading a book.

The hawk is with her again, perching on a plate on the coffee table, ripping at strips of raw meat.

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Out of Milliways]













[Warning: Nightmare linked withing contains references to rape]

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

[ooc: In the Staff Quarters]

(no subject)

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti turns up, alone. Gil has left hours ago to go back to work. Asar-Suti has already decided to take the former faun somewhere else if he wants to, for a few days, once the present mayhem has been concluded.

He gets his coffee from the coffee machine.

Near the fire are both Esk and Lochiel, each busy with a large book, quietly, by themselves.

What with Lochiel no longer his problem, Asar-Suti walks to the fireplace, puts down his cofee and his book which is called 'Linked', and then blithely says, "Hello, Esk; hello, Lochiel. Have you met?"

(no subject)

[henry_fitzroy]

Despite his intent to avoid Milliway's for a few days (he left humiliated last time), Henry has found himself in the Restaurant at the End of the Universe once again. He's hanging out in a corner booth, working on his latest novel, sipping a glass of red wine, and generally hoping he won't meet anyone he knows.

( Henry's writing: The Dark Side of Love )

(no subject)

[vampire-brat.livejournal.com]

[out-of-Milliways entry]

Lestat in New Orleans, on the run from Memnoch

Non-Nyarlathotep inspired nightmare - Talbot Manor, England

(no subject)

[ookookook.livejournal.com]

The Librarian enters and sinks down at a table close to the bar; he looks tired, and there is a frown on his face that doesn't shift.

He doesn't know what happened, but he felt it.

Oranguatans are not supposed to have nightmares, specific or not. They're not really supposed to dream at all.

It was one of the benefits of oranguatan-dom.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

[OOC:Christmas in Snow and Bigby's rooms -- finally complete!]

(no subject)

[simple-creature.livejournal.com]

*Loki enters the bar and immediately he sees him. He goes over*

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Slow heavy footfalls sound on the stairs. Andrew steps into the bar, gives the room the usual once-around look, and sits down at a table.*

(no subject)

[ember_eleven]

Ember peeks over the back of the soft chair, watching the humans as they talk and walk around. The other elf said the humans don't hate her, and they wouldn't hurt, but she's still not completely sure. So, she watches.

(no subject)

[ms-w-harker.livejournal.com]

Mina glides down the stairs, her face is calm and serene. If it takes more effort, that's no one's business but her own.

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel is down in the bar, looking like she hasn't slept well. She did sleep, cuddled up tightly against Warren but it was a light sleep, and she found herself waking often. There aren't circles under her eyes but that's simply because of her powers which she used to easily erase them. Her hair is sloppily pulled back and while she's still dressed nicely (she doesn't own clothing that isn't nice), she simply doesn't look as pulled together. She has a tray and is ready to wait on people. But not with a smile this time.

She notices Michael over by the fire andthis simply makes her frown more.

(no subject)

[95-tan.livejournal.com]

A slightly disheveled Windows 95 enters from the rooms, practically glowing. She takes her usual place at the bar.

[OOP: Gone for a while, but shall return]

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

[OOM: Bran dreams, and wakes, and talks to his father. Warning for extreme violence in dream, and extreme angst afterwards. See the emotional masochism.]

(no subject)

[maydaybrat.livejournal.com]

And Mordred's in the bar. By the bar, even. How long has been there? Good question.

Probably not that long.

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

Gil likes Sundays. Dinner is simple and because the Bar was so busy on Saturday night it is often very quiet. Once breakfast is over and the Sunday roasts are sizzling he takes his rcipe book to the pantry and begins to go along the shelves.

Today it is open at the back - a section where he doesn't often look - to Common Household Ailments and their Remedies. After his talk with Miss Mina, he had spent a bit of the night wondering if what he wanted was in there and sure enough it was. There were recipes for everything in Gil's recipe book. After about ten minutes he gets his largest stock pot and begins to make his mixture. Spring water, essential oils of lavender, hearts-ease and loosestrife - all go into the pot. A pinch of this and a shake of that, all carefully considered.

Carl the rat squeaks and Ratty, who has come to help, holding the book open at the right page with her little pink paws, squeaks back.

"Soup," Gil says, "now shush, I need to concentrate," because this is hard - Gil was a charms ace and this is a different discipline.

Around them the business of the kitchen carries on but where Gil is is silence apart from the bubble of the pot and the occasional clink as he reaches for another jar. Gil and Ratty are oblivious to all around them.

Roland, left to babysit, gets bored and goes out. Soon, nine baby rats, also bored, also go out - for the first time, giggling and shoving, to explore the world beyond the faun flap.

It's the boldest of them - he takes after his father - who suggests that kitchens are boring and they should explore further afield - like the Bar, or the Office, or the Lake. The others, spotting their mother so busy, agree and they make their escape looking for entertainment.

(no subject)

[rebelheartalien.livejournal.com]

Michael is still by the fire. He hasn't slept for more than an hour at a time in some days.

He's taken the bandage off his wrist, since Eris healed it, and is currently occupied in unravelling it into thread, without really noticing.

(no subject)

[ahsatan-natasha.livejournal.com]

A young man some may remember is curled up against the wall in a shadowed booth.

Maybe he's been having nightmares.

Some people never learn.



[ooc: Warning for implied sexual trauma and reference to Nyarlathotep-related nightmares in the lower thread.]

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Tony has problems sleeeping.

Just your average, everyday , non-Nyarlathotep inspired nightmare.]

[ooc warning: pointless placeholder post.]

[mnt_raph]

*Raph comes in from the Staff Hallway sporting a New York Jets football jersey. He rounds the bar until he's directly in front of the large flat screen television that's suspended from one of the ceiling rafters. With an effortless leap onto the bar top he grabs the remote control and begins surfing for the Super Bowl, nose wrinkling when he realizes the New England team has made it to the final game. After grabbing a beer from one of the coolers behind the bar, he jumps down and finds a comfortable spot to watch the game.*

[ooc:am actually watching the game. feel free to respond and goof off in this thread. any responses will be late...very late.]

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

Susan enters the bar from upstairs, blond hair braided down her back and seemingly well, and yet with deep shadows under her eyes. She can stand her room no longer.

(charyou tree charyou tree charyou tree)

Avoiding the fireplace, she moves to a booth as far from it as she can get and curls up on the seat there.

(Bird and bear and hare and fish.)
(Stupid girl, he never loved you.)
(Charyou tree.)

(no subject)

[nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com]

Ace is in the bar. But you knew that.
She's curled up in the darkest corner of what she has deemed 'her' booth, and a mug of hot cocoa sits steaming away on the table next to her. She's watching the bar, quietly, keeping an eye out for further develpments.
If you want to talk to her, I promise she won't bite.

...


Hard.

(no subject)

[skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com]

Enter the Valkyrie, with a mission.

No, not a spanish conquistador's church. Wrong mission.

(no subject)

[colour_girl]

*Enter rainbow goddess in blue sans platypus.*

(no subject)

[jane_drew]

(OOC: Out of Milliways Nightmare. Nyarlathotep. Need I say more?)

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith is in the bar, lying in a booth, head tilted back, eyes closed. She may or may not actually be asleep. Feel free to try your luck.

((OOC: Mun is back early! Come play with me!))

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Letter to Tonks]

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Nightmare--some violent imagery, plus lots and lots of gunslinger angst.]

Cuthbert is sitting in a corner of the bar with coffee, looking about as far from his usual cheerful self as is possible.

He's cleaning and oiling his guns. They don't need it, exactly--he's cleaned them already since coming to Milliways, and had no occasion to use them since. But the familiar routine, and having something to occupy his hands and his mind, seem to steady him.

Also, he figures it's not good to be unable to touch your most valuable posessions without your skin crawling, so possibly he's trying to work through that.

(no subject)

[joewithnoname.livejournal.com]

Enter Joe, hair ravaged by sleep, face thin and drawn, eyes distraught and starey. He's not walking very steadily either. He's looking around for someone or something...

(no subject)

[wizard_dresden]

Harry is in the bar, with Bob. At Bob's direction, he makes his way over to where Angie's sitting.

(no subject)

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Bartleby is pardoned by his son.]

(no subject)

[winged-eros.livejournal.com]

Eros is in the bar. Use him. Abuse him. Love him.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael takes a seat at the bar, taking enough time to check and see if the bar is working properly by asking for a glass of wine. The model of the Golden Gate bridge made out of spaghetti that appears on the bar answers his question. Sighing and drinkless, he turns to face the rest of the bar-room and begins to play his violin, singing gently along with the quietly yearning melody. The tune is restful, quiet.*

Here, where the world is quiet;
Here, where all trouble seems
Dead winds' and spent waves' riot
In doubtful dreams of dreams;
I watch the green field growing
For reaping folk and sowing
For harvest-time and mowing,
A sleepy world of streams.

I am tired of tears and laughter,
And men that laugh and weep;
Of what may come hereafter
For men that sow to reap:
I am weary of days and hours,
Blown buds of barren flowers,
Desires and dreams and powers
And everything but sleep...

(no subject)

[no-prisoner.livejournal.com]

Eddie Dean comes in from the hallway off the stairs, looking less well-rested than a normal person but more well-rested than most people in the bar.

He still has a bandage on his left hand and an almighty big gun on his hip.

(no subject)

[bob_the_skull]

Bob is sitting on a table in the bar where Harry left him. He's not in a good mood, so, talking to him could be extremely scathing.

Really, there should be a sign that says "Enter at your own risk." But, there's not. And Bob can't make one, though, he could turn the usually benign orange eyelights to an evil-looking red. Yes, fear the skull.

(no subject)

[to-the-fairest1.livejournal.com]

It's possible Eris never left, but either way, she's sitting on the same couch as she had been last night after talking to Lochiel.

(no subject)

[raouldechagny.livejournal.com]

Raoul enters the bar, again with a book in his hands, and doesn't notice the brokenness going on around him. His eyes are fixed on the pages in front of him.

...keep your hand at the level of your eyes...

hurting, confused... exhausted and crying

[badderthanyou]

Dawn's still sitting, huddled in a corner of the laundry room, still in the dark, still crying. Though now, she's too exhausted to do anything but let the tears falls.

She doesn't want to see anyone, but should probably talk to someone about what happened. If she can sort everything out in her own head. But someone will have to find her and convince her of that, because she's gonna stay tucked away in here until... until... she's not even sure, just a very long time.

Mostly, she feels really stupid for not realizing it was Angelus. She should have known - because he was paying attention to her. That should have been a dead give-away right there, but id didn't register for her. He played her; played on her desire to be wanted, touched, loved. He played on it and she let him. Had she convinced herself that it was Angel, despite seeing the signs, just so she could do something that would set Buffy off? Just to get attention? Because negative attention was better than no attention.

She sits there - in the laundry room - rolling all of these thoughts over and over in her head.

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

[OOC: Alex and Alanna have a joint nightmare. Warning for unpleasantness, odd symbolism and white text. ]

(no subject)

[eternal-boy.livejournal.com]

Nick wanders down from the stairs, looking a little less cheerful than he has. He's carrying a load of laundry in his hands and staring around the room, looking for Alex. He sleeps like the dead...but some things can be heard even in that sleep...

(no subject)

[mailorderjunkie.livejournal.com]

Yamino wanders in, happy, but a little troubled. His Father will be all right soon, and everything with Echo is going splendidly, but he has a feeling something will pop up. It always does.

(no subject)

[maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com]

Post-Milliways, Yesternight...

Elaine wanders downstairs, wrapped in her cloak. She isn't sure how long she'll be down here, but it's difficult to stay upstairs, too. Upstairs is too haunted. She's not turned the light on in days.

Elaine gets a Cherry Coke and goes to sit in a chair in the corner, where she can see things.

(no subject)

[pixi-perfect.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways: Before...]

There's a ping. It resonates around the room perfectly, like the sound of fine crystal being struck.

And suddenly a tiny yellow star shoots across the bar leaving a twinkling trail of gold hanging in the air. After a few moments suspended there it rains softly onto the tables below. The glowing orb continues to zoom onwards at break-neck speed, seemingly oblivious to its new location. As it journeys on, it slows a little... but too late. Sheer momentum carries the little sparkle into a light fixture and there's a delicate thunk as the collision occurs.

A small fairy falls from the ceiling—deposited unceremoniously into Alanna's plate of food.

(no subject)

[notsoyoung.livejournal.com]

David is in the bar.

David has been in the bar since early this morning, before the sun had risen.

David is drinking from a steaming thermos of tea. Sweet tea, made with condensed milk, so he doesn't need to add sugar.

David didn't sleep, except in the bar last night, and he doesn't look great, but he doesn't look terrible, either.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland is not in his dark booth tonight. Now he's progressed to a table.

He still looks grim, though, as he works his way through a steak, a baked potato, and a pile of turnip greens.

(no subject)

[iwasalevel6.livejournal.com]

Tony enters the bar and immediately orders a drink--a nice, hard drink. He isolates himself at an empty table. He's tired. He doesn't think he should talk to anybody. But maybe he should.

(no subject)

[prototype-karr.livejournal.com]

KARR is parked in his typical spot near the door to the lake yet again, opting to stay still and watch for a moment rather than prowl.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

OOC: Out of Milliways entry - Tom and Door and the truth about nightmares

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads downstairs, slowly, and glances around with what looks like wariness, her coffee cup clenched tightly in her hand as if it will save her life.

Ah, coffee. Always there in our time of need.*

(no subject)

[the_lioness]

*Alanna sits in the middle of the room, a barely touched plate of food on the table before her. She's starting to wish she could say the same for the bottle of wine in her hand.*

(no subject)

[http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/]

((ooc: Sméagol has a nightmare. Warning for gore. Not specifically caused by Nyarlathotep, but he probably had something to do with it.))

(no subject)

[blue_ajah]

My soul, dressed in silence, rises up
and stands alone before you: can't you see?
*Moiraine glides into the room, silent and graceful, and glances about with an oddly cold gaze.

She is carrying her journal.

Without opening it, Moiraine goes to the bar where she receives a glass of wine.*
If you are the dreamer, I am what you dream.
But when you want to wake, I am your wish...

(no subject)

[oneman_onevote]

A slim young man in dull grey-black is in the bar. Presumably he entered, but you wouldn't have seen him before he seemingly detached himself from a shadowy part of the wall. He hasn't been seen here before, but he seems familiar enough with the Bar. He stands by the wall, watching the other patrons with an expression of mild detached interest.

[OOC: Mun is playing with Young!Vetinari who, I have decided, looks like Stuart Townsend.

I won't be here long, but feel free to come and play. Mun is gone abed.]

(no subject)

[notyour-broom.livejournal.com]

*Broom's still twitching in the corner, curled up as much as a broom can with his arms wrapped around himself. The twitching is rythmic. Ring ring ring ring ring ring ring bananaphone . . . *

(no subject)

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Lochiel is sitting near the fire, writing in a thick leather-bound book, with a globe of golden light hovering above his head to light the pages.

(no subject)

[notinthefett.livejournal.com]

((But first))

Warren taps gently on the bar top with his index finger, and addresses it softly.

"Hey. I know there's bad going down, and you're getting some too, apparently, but you know...you know you want to give me a Twinkie. C'mon. I know you do. You want to give me what I want, so just do it. You'll feel better. Just give me what I want."

Something slides across the bar at him.

It's wrapped in plastic, but is quite a bit larger than a Twinkie. Warren stares at it for a moment, then picks it up, turning it over in his hands. He traces a finger over the cover art: the curls of her hair...the curves of the letters.

He frowns at it. He can't say he didn't want it.

Morningstar

[-memnoch.livejournal.com]

The Devil, bored with chasing Lestat around the world, has come back to Milliways.

He sits at the bar, and asks for a cup of coffee.

It appears, as asked.

Well, you wouldn't screw with him, would you?

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

[OOM: Bran returns home]

(no subject)

[locks_it_up]

And there is Death.

She looks tired. But then, so does everyone, lately. She approaches the bar with something akin to wariness.

"Hello, Bar. Can I get a White Russian?"

The bar produces a glass of crude oil.

She figured as much.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy's back in the bar. There's not really anywhere else to go. Same deal: cup of tea, long sleeves and skirt, face a mess.*

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai is in a booth at the back of the bar. Yep.

There is a martini glass filled with olive oil in front of her. Hey, at least the Bar was semi-accurate.







[[ooc: Mun+Bed=OTP]]

(no subject)

[trustntheharper.livejournal.com]

Harper practically slithered into the bar, he was so silent and careful as he moved. While he had largely convinced himself that his really gnarly dreams were really being caused by some evil god-turned-nightmare, when you wake up in the middle of the night to find that your dreams of Magog feasting on your flesh have turned into really realistic hallucinations it still tends to make you a wee bit paranoid.

"No Magog here, nopenope. Just a figment of your deluded and depraved little mind, Harper," ran his under-the-breath monologue.

He sidled up to the bar and ordered some food and a drink, and then looked around for Wash or some other sane person he knew.

(no subject)

[jonathanparagon.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways, Jonathan has a nightmare. Warning for violence and gore.

Jonathan comes down from the guest rooms. His face is pale, but his expression is determinedly blank. His hand keeps straying to his stomach, where there's an old-looking knife scar. He makes for a booth and sits down.

(no subject)

[doc-lecter.livejournal.com]

Hannibal Lecter, followed by Svava then Alanna, walks slowly from the Security Office to the front door.

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai is still in the booth, sleeping. Boy, is she going to have a crick in her neck.

(no subject)

[jane_drew]

*Jane stumbles slightly as she comes down the stairs. She has obviously tried to hide the signs of her distress. Her hair is in a tidy ponytail, her face clean, and she is dressed well. But those don't hide the slowly healing scratches over her face and arms, or the redness of her eyes from crying. She sees Will and Cordelia over at a booth, and, after getting some hot chocolate from a waiter-rat, goes to join them.*

(no subject)

[timsbooks.livejournal.com]

*Tim slinks into the bar, muttering to himself. He does this when he's tired. And he is. Even if he doesn't remember his dreams, he just hasn't been sleeping, working double shifts and all.*

At first i was afraid, i was petrified....

(no subject)

[shadowmen.livejournal.com]

A young-looking, pretty man with black hair and white eyes is in the bar.

Maybe he's been there for a while. Maybe not. At any rate, he's sitting at a table and drinking coffee. There's condensation on the outside of the cup.

(no subject)

[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

[OOC: Pre-Milliways: Will's nightmare. Nyarlathotep warnings.]


*The door opens, and Will steps through. His trend of appearing more exhausted with every entrance continues apace; he is pale-faced, with dark circles under his eyes and no extra energy at all in his movements. He looks around for friends, and for a waitrat or waitstaff to order coffee.*

(no subject)

[king-emeritus.livejournal.com]

Downstairs, then toward the back door. Trent felt rather content with himself, even though his puffy parka he'd harvested from the coat tree was rather bulky. He just felt better outdoors than in right now. In was a bit too close anymore, and everyone seemed so tired or frightened.

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val's in the bar. She's been there all day, really, it's just the first time you've really noticed her. She's cleaning. Washing tables, giving people what they want. Her expression seems almost blank, which could either be a good or a bad thing. She's singing quietly to herself as she clears tables.

Oh, make me an instrument of Your peace.
Where there is hatred, let me sow love;
where there is injury, pardon;
where there is doubt, faith;
where there is despair, hope;
where there is darkness, light;
and where there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master,
grant that I may not so much seek
to be consoled as to console;
to be understood as to understand;
to be loved as to love;
for it is in giving that we receive;
it is in pardoning that we are pardoned;
and it is in dying that we are born to eternal life.

(no subject)

[capt_angie]

*There is pop and Angie is in the bar. She goes to a booth and orders a butterbeer from a passing waitrat. That is all.*