(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

[OOM:Archie dreams.]

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[kabeleced]

Regulus sits at a table.

He's staring at a pineapple.

Why? Why not?

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

Roland has given up on the Flannery O'Connor. He's back with the Tolkien. Is it an improvement? Depends on the literary critic you ask.

At any rate, he's not paying much attention to it. Instead he's got a ballpoint pen and he's doodling on a napkin. Might be roses.

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[what-stench.livejournal.com]

*Sir D and Ambrosius drag Joe through the back door.*

AID! SUCCOR! A noble man in need of assistance....

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[simon_doctor]

River isn't in her room, or in the dining area. Ordinarily Simon would check the other crew's rooms first, but ... this seemed more likely.

There are very few things that could distract Simon from searching for his missing sister. One of them is lying on the floor near the back door.

He hurries over.

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[aj_crawley]

*Crowley, looking tired, stressed, but vaguely triumphant, slinks back into the bar. From the door leading out to the lake.

He scans the bar, and as an afterthought, crouches down to check under the tables. Not seeming to find what - or who - he's looking for, Crowley settles himself at a table with a good view of the front door*

(no subject)

[lochiel.livejournal.com]

Ihlini. Bar. Coffee. Thick book on glamour spells.

Distractions welcome.

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[not-like-lilly.livejournal.com]

[Pre-Milliways]

*Petunia Dursley walked through the front door of Milliways with a basket of neatly folded laundry under her arm, not really noticing where she was going. She finally looked up with an expression of utter shock*

Oh.

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[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[ooc: *facepalm* Forgot to do this earlier.]

[OOM: Jack's awake and has a few visitors.]

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[sign-seeker.livejournal.com]

*Will enters the bar.*

*He sees Roland, eyes blazing, trading glares with Mina, over Joe's unconscious body, and with a door floating in the air -- a thing of the High Magic, and powerful. Powerful, and in the possession of the Dark, the two twined together in it. He hurries over.*

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith. Another nightmare. Mun with cramps. Coffee in her hands. Tears drying on cheeks. Staring at fire. Not a happy bunny.

Out By The Lake

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley slips out the lake door, followed by River, Wash, and Tonks. He scans the area, cursing briefly under his breath when he apparently fails to see what he's looking for*

Here?

[thewastrelson.livejournal.com]

He'd been kin-wrecked. He'd gone to Solinde, he'd wed. And he had almost put this place out of his mind. But as he'd been heading to the sunroom for a few moments to himself, he found this inn instead.

"...Aye, when my sanity has returned..." he murmured, shaking his head.

He would not be drinking. Nor would he be accepting strange kisses. He's learned his lesson already.

(no subject)

[shadowmen.livejournal.com]

The one that calls itself Tomo enters the bar.

They have been planning.

Breakfast in Bed

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard is still asleep.

(no subject)

[mini-supes.livejournal.com]

Kon walks into the bar, looking completely exhausted. He narrows his eyes when he sees where he is. "...oh, damnit..."

While he loves this place, this is not where he needs to be right now. Not with Robin hurt. Except that... he really should check things out, huh? See if things have recovered. That thought keeps him from turning heel and walking back out the door.

(no subject)

[nita_callahan]

OOM: Yesterday

Nita, still looking tired, comes downstairs and orders a bowl of cereal from the Bar. Who cares that it's lunchtime. She sits at the bar to eat and wonders vaguely where Peach is. Or Yrael. Ooh, Yrael. . . You are in for such a talking to. . .

(no subject)

[incrediblyshy.livejournal.com]

Violet walks down to the bar, grabbing a milkshake and taking a seat at a table.

(no subject)

[theprettiestone.livejournal.com]

Alex comes downstairs and gets a cup of tea from the bar, going over to sit near the fireplace.

(no subject)

[not_that_spike]

( upstairs, after this and this )

Out of the rabbit hole

[lvpd_sidle]

*looks around--surprised to find she isn't in the field supply closet*

This . . isn't the Crime Lab.

*sees various patrons of various species wandering about*

Where in the hell am I?

(no subject)

[wrong-story.livejournal.com]

*There wasn't a woman lying on the floor of the bar a few minutes ago, but there is one now.

It takes her a few seconds to realize that she is not trapped under a giant's foot.*

(no subject)

[empath-wiggin.livejournal.com]

Val walks up to the bar, looking like she slept perhaps an hour all night. "Bar, can I have a book on the Hutts?" A book appears, in an oddly angular alphabet. Val curses under her breath. "Frellit, Bar, can't you give me something I can -read-?" A paper appears. Hutts are large, worm-like creatures. "Alright, then, Bar, I get it. Just give me an Aurebesh primer, and we'll call it even." The requested book appears, along with a mug of tea. Grumbling about snarky, sentient furniture, she plunks at a table, and opens the primer, taking notes as she goes.

(no subject)

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

Hoppity-hop hop, Hoppity-hop-hop,
     look at that Cabbit go!
Hoppity-hop hop, Hoppity-hop-hop,
     into the bar you know!

The bunny-looking being comes to a stop just inside the door. This isn't the living room?

Ryo-oh-ki slows down and begins sniffing and looking around, but there's no sign of Tenchi, Washu or the others. "Meow?" It's a little plaintive.



[Edit: Mun is gone for now, but should be back in a bit. Feel free to post, and I'll get back to you asap!]

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[the_lioness]

*Alanna walks through the front door, the hood of her cloak effectively covering her bright hair. She looks around with a distracted expression and sits down at the first empty table she finds. After a moment, she rubs her shoulder and grins.*

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[big-b-wolf.livejournal.com]

*Bigby emerges from the office, carrying a stack of pages. He settles down in a corner where he can keep an eye on the bar as well as do the paperwork. He lights a cigarette, pulls out a pen and hunkers down.*

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[impulsivekid.livejournal.com]

Barts in the bar. Qhoo! Thats like a whoo, but with a mistyped w. His head is down, and he appears to be reading what looks like a scrap book. He's making notations inside it.

"Werewolf attack... have...EMT standing by. Already straightened ribs, cauterized wound."

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[ookookook.livejournal.com]

The Librarian wanders into Milliways, carrying two or three thick, heavy books that seem to be fluttering lightly, and sits down at a corner table, watching the patrons. He has both badges with him, now; his badge as officer of the Watch, and his badge as Bar Security.

He bites the Bar Security badge thoughtfully, pondering. Either badge would do, really, but both together, he thinks, is a very good case for being able to interfere when needed.

'Needed' being in a completely different frame of reference compared to humans.

still in recovery mode

[i_vanquish_evil]

Van Helsing is still upstairs resting; feel free to come visit.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

[ooc: after this]

Mouse heads downstairs and sits at the bar. He keeps rubbing his shoulder, like it hurts him a little.

(no subject)

[the-woodpecker.livejournal.com]

*Bernard strolls in, sketchpad nowhere to be found, looking... satisfied.

The equations work.

He gets a bottle of tequila and a shotglass and joins Crowley.*

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

The day after the werewolf incident, Abby had worn baggy pants to work so that she wouldn't have to explain why she had bandages on her legs. After all, the NCIS team could be pretty protective of its members, and she didn't want to worry them about something they couldn't do anything about. And really, the injuries weren't that big of a deal. No infection or anything. She had checked in with a doctor just in case. Not Ducky though, of course.

Still, she was cautious when she saw that she had ended up in the bar once again. Peering around, the gothic lab technician checked the area for any dangers -- like, say, a rampaging werewolf. But everything seemed to be back to normal. Well, as normal as a bar at the end of the universe was.

Sighing in relief -- okay, so she was being a melodramatic, but it was fun -- she made her way over to one of the bar stools, not hopping on it as usual because of doctor's orders, but being fairly cheerful anyway.

(no subject)

[faithful-slayer.livejournal.com]

Faith's in the bar. Still. She's up in the rafters doing her skulky-thing. Feel free to notice, or not.

(no subject)

[macleod_connor]

Connor is standing by the lake door - there was probably a 'beat the crap out of Zeke' sword lesson immediately preceding his entrance, because those are always fun. He sees Faith in the rafters and decides to just lean against the door jamb for a little while.

What? Like he's got somewhere else to be?

(no subject)

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

Eska feeds the trilobites and settles down in front of the fire with a book she borrowed from the upstairs library, originally from the Earth some people call the Wizarding World.

She's relaxed. Come and say hi.

(no subject)

[action-antihero.livejournal.com]

[OOM: Jack's awake, and feeling marginally better than yesterday. He'll be napping unless someone comes to visit. Room 24, up the stairs and to the right.]

(no subject)

[senator-queen.livejournal.com]

She's not at the stage where she's showing, yet, but by now Padme's very aware, on some level, that she feels pregnant.

Of course, the morning sickness does a lot to help with that one.

Tea. Nice tea. Tea is good.

(no subject)

[young_tmriddle]

*Carrying the Sunday edition of the New York Wizarding Times, Tom walks into the bar, gets a nice cuppa, and sits down to enjoy the paper. Or some conversation.*

(no subject)

[landofblacksand.livejournal.com]

You probably haven't seen Mozenrath. That's not because he wasn't there. No. He's been there. But he didn't want you to see him. Especially if you're Frankie. But my, he's visible tonight, Xerxes floating merrily around his head as he orders a drink.

Heaven help us, the Lord of the Black Sands is feeing social tonight...

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[leplusbeau]

*Fleur is there. Singing at the top of her lungs.*


Oooooooooooooh, I may be a tiny chimney sweep
With a tiny grimy face
But I carry a broom that makez st'ong girlz weep,
Soooooooooo won't you let me up, up, up your fireplace?



*She might be drunk.*

(no subject)

[oldschooljedi.livejournal.com]

The Force does strange things. Really it does. Even Jedi of the old Republic can't figure out everything. One moment, he is sensing the demise of a Jedi, a friend, a man of great potential, and the next moment, he is standing on the inside of a door, looking out over a cantina. Well, not exactly a cantina, a place like he has never seen before. He stands there for a moment, hand linked in his belt. Why had the Force sent him here, what was he supposed to do? Only time can tell.

(no subject)

[key-youth-bert.livejournal.com]

Pre-Milliways Cuthbert got himself killed rather a lot last night.

So, Milliways-Cuthbert had the night off, and is blissfully unaware of anything--or anyone--that may have gone into--or come out of--any evil magic doors last night.

So he's at a corner table, blitely sipping coffee and thinking that life at Milliways is going pretty well right now.

Let's see how long it takes him to get disabused of that notion, shall we?



[OOC: mun has studying to do, so replies may be slow Alright, jetlag and sleep dep are demanding that I nap. Back at some point later tonight. Back.]

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[abotticellilady.livejournal.com]

[ooc: pre-milliways]

The front door opens, and a young woman steps through. She looks nothing so much as if she had stepped from a Botticelli painting and into the present day. Oval face, oval-shaped blue eyes, and long, thick blonde hair...However, to those attuned to such differences, she doesn't seem quite...human.

But, vampire or no, she is still staring at Milliways with her mouth slightly open.

"I...?"

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[agirllost]

[OOC: After last night with Tony]

Kim comes downstairs. She's smiling a little. She sits at the bar and orders a cup of coffee and a grilled cheese sandwich.

The place is really still a mess and she hopes that everyone's okay. Eventually, she'll have to visit Chloe. But she knows Chloe isn't happy with her.

(no subject)

[true_desire]

Fancy that: Endless in the bar.

Desire takes a seat at the usual booth, contemplating a drink.

(no subject)

[anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com]

*Anthy is sipping a cup of tea by the windows; there's an open book in front of her, but she's not reading.*

(no subject)

[thecoolone]

It's a day.

The weather on the asteroid is changing to reflect the weather at Hogwarts, and Bill does a mental check on what the weather should be like in Luxor, Cairo, Aswan by this calendar.

Warmer.

He misses Egypt, and so he orders a glass of pomegranate wine. It's nearly as potent as Shady's Dragon's Blood, and for a moment he admires those ancient Egyptian wizards who created the brew before the rest of the country knew about distillation. It's a rich blood-red in colour, rich and heady, and he knows better than to drink too much of it.

Taking a sip, he savours it: it reminds him of his home-away-from-home, his adopted country. He misses the sounds and smells and sand and heat.

He even misses the thieves and con-men.

And the Sphinxes.

(no subject)

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters the bar with the twins and retrieves their dinner from Bar. Realizing Bigby's busy, she simply gives him a warm smile before heading for the usual booth*

(no subject)

[gil-whimple.livejournal.com]

The film had been just wonderful and Gil couldn't wait to see the rest of it.

But he had jobs to do today so was up quite early and very busy.

He took up the books the dear Bar had selected for Mr Van Helsing - why those particular books he wasn't sure but he hoped they would suit - then he had got breakfast and lunch sorted and dinner or the go.

Then he had looked at the calendar and had a happy thought. Which was why he had been jumping around at the edges of the forest collecting bits of hazel with fluffy catkins and had begged the Bar to provide some bunches of spring flowers. He wasn't much use at flower arranging, subscribing to the technique of holding flowers in one hand and vase in the other and bringing the two together, but you couldn't go far wrong with daffoldils, narcissi and dangly yellow catkins.

One nice bunch went upstairs with a breakfast tray for Claire and another was left, hopefully, propped against the House of Arch picture with a label reading "For Mrs Bigby". The rest, tied into little bunches, went into a large jug on the Bar.

Gil smiled to himself a bit wistfully as he wrote the specials up:

Dear Customers of Milliways and especially all the Mum's who may read this.

Today is Mothering Sunday in Britain though we appreciate that it isn't elsewhere. If you are a Mum please help yourself to the flowers on the Bar with the thanks of sons and daughters everywhere.

Our specials today are our usual Sunday Roasts with all the vegetables and accompaniments you might expect.

Don't forget to eat your greens.

And he drew his smilie faun underneath then went back to the kitchen.

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[give-us-candy.livejournal.com]

The Triplets, prone to making a scene wherever they go, do not come quietly down the stairs. Instead, the two boys, who had woken up cranky, tumble down the stairs, clawing at each other and hitting each other with sticks. Shock walks slowly behind them, peering out at the patrons, looking for the big man from last night.

She hisses at her brothers, but they don't hear her. They land at the foot of the stairs and Barrel releases Lock who rolls into a chair. They both jump up, look around, and smile widely. They grab their masks from where they had flown, and run to grab seats at the Bar.

[ooc: All threads in Millitime. Mun is nearly dead hungry. Be back in a bit! Back!]

(no subject)

[lorelaivictoria.livejournal.com]

Lorelai is in the bar, by the fire, with a stack of folders. She is highlighting things at random and drinking coffee.

(no subject)

[thedigitalpimp.livejournal.com]

Mouse is sitting at a table. He has nineteen tiny brown elephants made of origami. And they're moving.

(no subject)

[prone-to-panic.livejournal.com]

There is an Archie in the bar. With tea. Once again he's got his study materials with him. Once again he's seated at a booth with a good view of the observation window.



Go bother him.

Looking for Louis

[go-between.livejournal.com]

Richard and Amadeo come in from New Orleans, and find a table to sit and wait for Louis.

(no subject)

[darkly-romantic.livejournal.com]

Louis enters Milliways. Instead of his usual immaculate suit or even an Arran sweater and wool trousers, he's wearing jeans and a t-shirt. There's drywall dust in his hair and paint drips on the shirt.

The wandering poet has been working with his hands. We'd say it signals the end of the universe, but it just means he has guests coming.

In the library

[femme-wizard.livejournal.com]

There is now a bowl of fresh rose petals on the writing desk, the window is slightly ajar, and there's a notice on the wall by the bowl that, in large clear cursive script, reads:

Dear Library Users,

The bowl of rose petals on the desk is the bed of one Tiki, who I am letting sleep in the library for lack of anywhere else for her to sleep.

Please allow that this is her bedroom and grant her the appropriate respect. Don't move her bed unnecessarily and please leave the window open at all times for her convenience.

Thank you,
Eska

(no subject)

[sendpeanutbtr.livejournal.com]

Claire comes down stairs, carrying a sleeping Seth. She orders some tea from the bar and sets a letter marked To Gil on the bar's surface. To her surprise a letter with her own name appears next to her tea.

She opens it and reads it, her ever-present smile falling away completely. Seth starts to whimper in her arms.

Woe.

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

The puff of smoke that brings George Weasley to the Bar is neither colorful nor impressive. It's rather gray and well, a dud. Dudish. Dudley-ish. Ha.

George makes his way to the bar counter and orders a butterbeer, sulking too much to even order something to get him properly drunk. Besides, he doesn't want to be that pathetic.

As he sits there, the sighing starts. One every few minutes, approximately five seconds long, and full of disappointment. And loneliness.

George Weasley, infamous prankster and one half of the Terrible Two of Hogwarts, is, gasp and horror, thinking about a family. Mostly how he wants one of his own someday. He's thinking about how it can't all be laughs and jokes and especially how he wants a lovely lady and maybe a few brats to share quite a few laughs and jokes with.

He's also thinking about how that's never going to happen if he's all jokes and pranks and irresponsibility, and lets his work take over him at the same time. He's thinking how that's never going to happen if this war goes on, too, because he doesn't want to put that lovely lady and those brats into danger, and being a member of the Order of the Phoenix means danger.

For you see, dear readers, George Weasley, infamous prankster and one half of the Terrible Two of Hogwarts, is, believe or not--gasp, shock, and horror--starting to grow up.

Now, if someone would pass the smelling salts around to all those who have passed out from shock, that would be quite nice. Thank you.

Sing us a song...

[forsaken-bard.livejournal.com]

Asmodean walked slowly down the stairs. Noticeably without his harp.

No, this is not Bizarro-Asmodean.

He glanced around conspiratorially before walking over to the piano. He stared at the keys for awhile, before he put his fingers to them. He pushed the keys for awhile to get a feel for them. He experimented with the pedals some.

He hated practicing in public.

Very softly, Asmodean began to play some very simple melodies. He had played an instrument somewhat similar, but he still had to grasp the nuances.

With long pauses in between each short piece, Asmodean slowly began to practice the piano. Simple, almost-child-like melodies clunked from the piano. He approached this with a great deal of intensity, despite the sounds resulting.

Go ahead, bother him. He is not angsting. Well, over his past anyways.

(no subject)

[prettyhelen.livejournal.com]

Here's Helen! With Pegasus Being waitressy!

(no subject)

[milliways_sawyer]

James comes down the stairs, bunny in tow. His hair is wet, and his clothes are a little damp. Apparently, he decided to bathe but didn't towel off very well.

He walks right over to the bar and, after looking around a little guiltily, asks quietly, "Chocolate cake, please. With ice cream."

A bowl of buttery grits and a plate of bacon appears instead. "Awww...," James complains, but he climbs into a seat and starts to eat anyway. Maybe, if he eats this, the bar will give him cake.

(no subject)

[aj_crawley]

*Crowley's sitting in the bar. Shouldn't he be gone by now? Yes, probably. The grin from last night is nowhere to be seen. He watches the clock, and he waits*

(no subject)

[shelley_winters]

[OOC: After this.]

After having a wash and changing, Shelley enters the bar. She is still wearing Mouse's jacket around her shoulders. She likes it. Despite the slightly disturbing fact that he was wearing it when he died. She perches on a stool and looks around.

(no subject)

[a-fell.livejournal.com]

*the angel stands in the doorway for a moment, looking over at Crowley. He takes a deep breath, and walks over*

(no subject)

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

Leia's never liked the feeling of running away.

Perhaps that's why the front door opens tonight and she steps through into the bar once more.

(no subject)

[balletrat]

*Meg heads downstairs and into the bar, glancing around for collapsed gunslingers.

She looks tired.*

(no subject)

[sai_delgado]

She's taken Cuthbert's previous words to heart, as well as those of others-- Bernard, most recently. It's good advice, she thinks.

Slowly but surely, Susan Delgado is getting on with the business of her new existence at Milliways. She comes downstairs smiling, blond hair unbraided and shining, and heads for the bar.

(no subject)

[sexierwithfins.livejournal.com]

He's back again. Not entirely sure why, except that there is no Tracy here and right now that's a Very Good Thing.

(no subject)

[koreandrummer.livejournal.com]

Lane walks in and looks around. This is supposed to be Luke's and is obviously Milliways. Don't tell Luke But she kinda likes Milliways. If they wanted another waitress she might be tempted to just stay. again, don't tell Luke. She looks around, looking for a place to land.

(no subject)

[lastgunslinger]

[OOC: Out of Milliways: the aftermath of last night, and waking up this morning.]

In the armoire he found an old shirt that was disreputable, but clean -- and better than the blood-stained rag he came in wearing. He slipped out while Meg was asleep and made his way down the hall, and down the stairs.

Now Roland is over at the bar, pale and weak. He's been shot, and the bullet is, as far as he knows, still in there.

It hurts.

He'd be staring out the observation window, but right now he's too weak from hunger to think about anything but how to get food.

(no subject)

[theravenboy]

Music, Bran, harp, sunglasses, white sweater, black jeans, front door.

(no subject)

[mogget_cat]

*Yrael is stretched out on the sofa before the fire, reading with the calico Edielweiss lying across his shoulders. Every so often he takes a sip of his drink, a Cheshire Cat.*

(no subject)

[alien-isabel.livejournal.com]

Isabel walks into the bar, absently grabbing her tray off of it, which appears with a cherry cola and a burger on it. She hardly notices as she's peering at a bridal magazine.

She sits down in a booth, setting the things in her hands on the table and begins to flip through things, in the magazine. She occasionally grabs a post it in some color or other and sticks it on a page, or makes a note on the notepad she has. She's willing to serve someone if they need it...and if she actually notices them.

(no subject)

[badderthanyou]

[OOM: Dawn's Diary - she's just hanging out upstairs, still in Tara's room, because she likes it better. Okay, she still spends time in her own room, but she likes writing in Tara's.]

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

*Andrew's at the bar, eating sushi.*

(no subject)

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

Bill Weasley is an evil, evil man. Therefore he is the one you should blame for unleashing drunken Weasley twins upon the bar.

The very first thing they do is stand upon a table, and get ready to sing. What they sing about, is, of course, Quidditch. In very loud voices. That are out of tune.

The song, is, of course, quite indecent.

Build a bonfire, build a bonfire
Put France on the top!
Put Spain in the middle
and burn the fucking lot!

Build a compost heap, build a hee-eap
Put Bulgaria on the bottom!
Put the Swedes in the middle
And the kiwis can go an' sod'em!

Pass the Quaffle, pass the quaffle!
Beat those bludgers at their faces!
Send a wink to the pretty ladies,
And everything will be aces!

Pass the beer, pass the beer,
Pass the beer around the room!
Then the ladies will simply love you,
And go for rides on your broom!

Feel free to heckle. Or alternately...

"Any requests?" George calls out, laughing so hard he might fall off the bar.

Also, please note there is a tray of treats on bar counter. It is quite innocuous. And there is a note there in Val's characteristic green ink that says:

I made some snacks for everyone. No reason really; I just wanted to treat you all. Help yourselves and please don't be greedy!

Love, Val.

Yes, bargoers. Help yourselves. And have your hair turn purple and turn into giant canaries.

(no subject)

[ihlini-witch.livejournal.com]

Ginevra sits in a booth, with tea and a small bunch of flowers with hazel and catkins in her hand, looking at it with astonishment and melancholy.

She seems to be getting homesick after all.