milliways_bar | Dec. 22nd, 2005

Dec. 22nd, 2005

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

It's odd, to come from a Yorkshire that's warmer and milder all the time to a Milliways that's ever deeper in winter, but it's easy enough for Dickon to bring his winter coat and scarf with him when he leaves for Misselthwaite, and slip them on as he heads for the garden that leads to the greenhouse.

Thus, when he makes his way into the bar, he's appropriately bundled up. At first, though, he seems even bulkier than the coat should make him. The reason for this becomes apparant as he undoes the top two buttons. There's a brief wriggling inside the coat, and then a young fox sticks its head out, peering around the room with bright dark eyes as Dickon heads toward the bar.

puckishly.livejournal.com

After successfully snatching a certain harp, Puck appears outside. He's got to hide the thing somehow, until Blodwen decides what she wants done with it. Somewhere that can't easily be reached.

Well, of course, there is the lake.

Quick as anything, there's an otter darting through the dark waters, harp in its mouth. It swims to the deepest spot that it can find, drops the harp to the lake floor, and stirs up the cold mud of the depths to disguise even the faintest possible glimmer of gold.

It emerges from the shallows, shakes out its fur, and turns into a young man with tousled hair and glowing yellow eyes.

He strolls inside, hands in his pockets.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer apparently is in the mood for Fanta. That would explain his big glass of fizzy orange drink.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

The Shang Dragon is at this table trimming the rough edges off of his wooden practice gun with a dagger. He is wearing a crude shoulder harness for the gun made out of cloth.

sabinrenefigaro.livejournal.com

[[ The Wedding of Sabin and Lane! Everybody is welcome to come join, drink and eat, watch the ceremony, and wish good things to the happy couple. The thread will be heavily millitimed! ]]

comma-sticks.livejournal.com

Look! It's Shannon with a crossword, one that she is nowhere near finishing. (Give her a break. It's a difficult crossword.)

She's looks content enough regardless, and it's probably safe to approach.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's standing out by the lake, staring across the not-quite frozen surface. It is cold, but he doesn't mond, or really he would mind if he were thinking of such things. He's not though, he's thinking of how very strange it is to be spending Christmas in a place like this. It is not all that much stranger though than spending Christmas in the brig of his ship on the way to Santo Domingo...

Come poke him, it'd be fun to see how high he'll jump.

thatseemright2u.livejournal.com

Jubal Early is enjoying a few well-earned comforts: a glass of something fresh and fruit-based, and a slice of what might pass for pie. It's nearly Christmas, after all. Holiday season. A time of giving. Time of joy. Time of goodwill toward mankind.

Time for presents under the tree.

He's still figuring out how to unwrap this one.

timsbooks.livejournal.com

We find a Tim once more in bar. After the events of last night, wherein he was unfortuneately bound to the will of one of the Riders of the Dark, he is, needless to say, confused.

But he's trying to work on it. Which is why there is a gourd on the table. Now, that probably doesn't sound like it makes much sense. It probably doesn't. But Tim is staring at the gourd, quite intently. On the table beside it is what can only be termed as 'Gourd Guts.' Funnily enough, there are no incisons or breks in the surface of the gourd. it is still a complete vegetable.

But Tim is still staring at it. On the table directly across from him, there is a pile of stones, which keeps diminishing every minute or so. There may be a correlation between this and Tim's staring.

But he wouldn't mind someone to talk to.

smart-sam.livejournal.com

Millitimed to late October when we started this thread:

[ OOM: Sam builds machine of DOOOOOOOOM!]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

It's nearly Christmas!

So Anthy has a ball of yarn, her knitting needles, and a furtive expression. If Utena comes in, it's all going under the couch cushions in one second flat.

futures_of_ash

[OOM Millitimed to Christmas, as mun has to work that day]

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

There have, of course, been notes left with Bar.

( Thomas Raith )

( Jack and Gil )

( Angie )

( Harry Dresden )

( Cap'n Mal )

( David Talbot )

theravenboy

[OOM: After Bran's harp is stolen, Bran finds himself Bound to the bar. Eventually he gets a key and goes upstairs to attempt sleep.]

gonna_live

[Out of Milliways: Kaylee and Simon do a little last minute shopping on Munro.]

river_meimei

[OOM: River and Roland have a talk in the stables.]

[Beware, folks. Happy shiny thread this is not.]

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

~~Because he has several threads already this morning,~~ A Magius settles ~~in his own Entry post~~ at the Bar and orders a small breakfast.

He settles there, his staff glittering as he eats.

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

Darien had kissed Charlie goodbye before heading out of the room, down the steps, and to the bar. He'd stopped for some breakfast before he'd noticed that his temperature had risen a few degrees and that his headache was getting worse; at that point, he'd forgone the bagel and hightailed it.

...and now he walks in, staring at his wrist and a little green tattoo there. It was one thing to know that your sanity had a meter. It was quite another, no matter how practical, to have it now branded on your wrist.

He also looks like he could use a hug. Just...don't offer him donuts.

inquisitivehero

A Night of Revelations and the Morning After...

Last night, Hank talked to his friend, Wish, revealing a few things about himself and learning something very important. Then, he proceeded to get extremely drunk, and talk to Guppy. This morning, he ate, got better, and talked to Dinah and Amanda. Then he went to shower, change, and check on things in the Infirmary.

Now he sits at his usual table, reading a paper from back home with his laptop next to him. His eyes rise to scan the bar every now and then, but he mostly is firmly reading. Perhaps it is to continue not to think about certain things. Perhaps not.

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

After this last night and again this morning,

There is a somewhat broken Frenchman in the bar. He's currently huddled in a corner booth, knees pulled up, arms wrapped around them. At the moment, he is staring, off into space, quite literally, with something between anxiety and distress, clearly visible in his countenance.

If you do not know him he may just seem another brooding patron. If you do know him, something is clearly wrong. Of course, knowing him, you may also realize that he probably wont tell you anything, and may alternate between extremes rather rapidly. Frightened, angry, distraught- Who knows, but who really likes predictability anyway?

Poke him if you're bored, curious, or concerned. Just don't take anything he might say too personally.

prydeful

[OOM: December 22, Japan]

gravity_shifter

Sikozu is still working on her notes from yesterday, since she was so rudely interrupted and couldn't concentrate. It's not going much better today.

Feel free to annoy her, but be warned: she's been fluctuating between near emo and downright mean lately, so there's no guarantee what you'll get.

last_adam

*Adam is sill laughing and smiling (and wearing his floofy shirt) as he and Alanna walk in through the main door. It would probably be prudent to drop their stuff off in their room first, but instead, that gets tabled. Literally. They sit in a booth, noses red from the cold, and Adam with a strange look in his eyes.*

button-masher.livejournal.com

Tycho is in the bar.

With scissors. And construction paper, and glue. Oh yes, glorious glue. And glitter.

He might be grinning evilly as he puts glue drops on the Ewok that's on his table, and sprinkles glitter on it.

Oh he's so evil!!

http://users.livejournal.com/_ook_/

The Librarian's feeling a little less headachy today. Even smiling, perhaps.

Oh, and someone's found him a little Santa hat.

Come and tag.

tea-and-honor.livejournal.com

For great placement, there is a Fox in the bar.

Not, this time, on the Bar. Just in the bar.

She has tea.

She will share.

mnt_raph

[OOC:

The one where April confronts Mike about the Mel-Raph situation.
click

The one where April is confronted by the aftermath of the Mel-Raph situation, where Raph is confronted by some startling news, and where Mike leaves a birthday present.
click II: electric boogaloo

The one where Lilly stops by confronts Raph with some disturbing news, and gold lamee boxer shorts.
click III: click hard...with a vengence]

soweroflife.livejournal.com

Some time after talking to Sikozu, Kokopelli is lying on one of the couches again, looking moodily at the Non-Denominational Tree.

gone_byebye

Ray's been about, maybe. Or maybe not. It's hard to say.

Right now he's found himself a table with a good view of the Observation Window and he's going over a small bound book hand-written in an alphabet that isn't the Roman one at all, carefully pasting in cut-out photographs that appear to have been sliced from another book somewhere along the way.

scion-fina.livejournal.com

Fina doesn't look as cheerful as usual when she enters the bar; a little tired, a little melancholy. She orders a hot chocolate and a glass of water, which she takes to a table nearby.

The hot chocolate is tested gingerly. Too hot. It is set aside in favour of the water, which she simply puts in front of her and stares at, mouth set in a stubborn line that makes her look uncannily like her mother.

Occasionally her brow furrows or she shifts in her seat, but mostly she's motionless. Staring at the water.

iamnotstorm.livejournal.com

Sarah's still in the bar, or, rather, in the bar once again, still with one box full of wrapped gifts, and one box full of christmas crackers and bags of goodies.

The former are for people she knows, anyone who's talked to her, anyone she considers a friend, those are in the first box.
The latter are for people she hasn't met yet, and that's a lot of people.

Go, talk to her, she's wearing a halo made of christmas lights and a skirt that originally came from around a christmas tree and she modified for herself.

(~~lunchtime, like usual, about twenty minutes solid, patchy after, haircuts tonight, will be getting home later than the usual~~ and now we're into the mega slowtime patchy tags, if that's good with you, tag away)

kitchen_maid

Amy thought about going out for a walk, but she's just not in the mood to be cold today. So instead she is settled over by the fire, eating lunch, ignoring her book, and watching people go by. A lot has happened in the past few days, and there's a lot to think about.

Distraction and company would be welcome.

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche comes into the bar, not moving away from the painting until he's scanned the room thoroughly and seen that Blodwen Rowlands isn't there.

He's looking for someone. Maybe it's you.

ulfin-kingsman.livejournal.com

Ulfin is sitting by the bar with a hot drink of some kind, idly people-watching.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

Michael's around, again, nursing a cup of coffee with tabasco by the fire.

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

The mornings can only get earlier from now on. On the morning after the longest night of the year, Dinah is behind the bar, rice all white smile and sparkling blue dress.

Breakfast Specials
Breakfast Christmas Tree
Avgolemono Soup
Half a grapefruit.

"What can I getcha?"

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Jack be nimble,
Jack be quick,
Jack jump over the...

...back of the booth seat and into the chair, curling up in the corner and clutching a blueberry muffin.

Do stop by and tell him not to climb furniture.

oldschooljedi.livejournal.com

Oh, my. Here's someone who hasn't been corporeal in a while. Qui-Gon is sitting at a table, near the middle of the bar sipping a tea. Please feel free to chat.

http://users.livejournal.com/_computer_wiz_/

There is, in fact, a young wizard in the bar.

If you're wondering where she's been, it's out back. She's spent some time enjoying the lake and the woods, but a lot of her time has been spent staring at the stars.

Stars held a new meaning for her now, one that was difficult to comprehend when you didn't live inside her head yourself.

But even stargazing young misses get hungry and there is, after all, only so many times one can have baloney and mustard sandwiches and so she is at the counter itself getting herself a hot meal. Spot sits on the stool next to her, processing something or other while they share meaningful glances.

Feel free to interrupt the conversation.

no-comb-shep.livejournal.com

Sheppard actually looks somewhat happy today, if a little bored. Currently he's sitting at the bar, idly doodling on a pad of paper. They're not particularly good doodles, but he's trying, anyway. Every so often he glances up, looking around the bar before returning to the pad. Feel free to critique his (lack of) drawing skills.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

(Millitimed prior to Draco's vision quest of hallucingenic fun)
Know Me Broken By My Master
Teach Thee On Child Of Love Hereafter

Into The Flood Again
Same Old Trip It Was Back Then
So I Made A Big Mistake
Try To See It Once My Way

Brooding, troubled wizard.
This is what happens when you go from a world of black and white to an universe with infinite shades of grey.
And when the fall is what can kill you.

Current Music: Alice in Chains - "Would"

foxy-l33t.livejournal.com

Fox in the bar.

While the table in front of her is covered with fun, bright and shiney techie-junk (though she would argue the calling of it 'junk'), Laini has decided it is break time. So, dinner, and the reading of something from her PDA.

From the occassional laughing, its either comics or blogs.

someonesdog

Angua enters the bar from the front door and shakes her hair free of the confines of her helmet, before proceeding towards the Bar.

Full moons aside, she's been heading up to the roof at semi regular intervals this last couple of weeks, and that's really where she's heading now, but not before picking up a supply of easily chewable food and a crate of Raph's favourite beer (and some bottles of Winkles for her) to take with her.

Maybe you'll catch her before she heads outside?

buriedmybrother.livejournal.com

Antigone is sitting on the greenhouse floor, Sheemie's silkflower seeds spread out on a napkin. She rolls one between her fingers, gently, and tries to bring herself to plant them.

She doesn't want to get it wrong.

She also doesn't know if it's time yet.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has been on nights, so he only just got up. He is currently tucking into breakfast of croissants, orange juice and a boiled egg. He has his sign up however.

The doctor is in

Have at.

cywyllog

Cywyllog is downstairs again. Mainly for more tea, but she's going to try and see if she can deal with things today. She's sitting in the quietest part of the bar she can find. Feel free to approach, but she reserves the right to bolt abruptly at any given moment.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is keeping what might be called a low profile. He is sipping eggnog (with a certain amount of alcohol in it) in the relative privacy of an out-of-the-way booth.

Anyone happening to glance his way will note that he looks even more boyish than usual. Something in the lines of his face, perhaps, or in the bright blue of his eyes.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle isn't asleep, really. He will make a point of clarifying this if asked. (Especially if you're Behrooz.)

He is, however, distracted, staring off into space--not blankly, just distant, as if he's concentrating hard on remembering something. Maybe he is, and maybe he isn't.

He wouldn't mind chatting with someone. He also has sharable latkes.

still-michael.livejournal.com

This is what it looks like when the mun forgets to OOM.

Millitimed to a couple of days ago, schmoop, woe, more schmoop, reassurance, and kudos and accolades if you can find the places where Michaelmun tried to RP while sleeping.

jaded-jedi.livejournal.com

Mara had since wandered away from Montparnasse and was leaning against the window, watching the explosions, a pensive expression on her face.

Come bother her if you want.

jack_inthegreen

If a Jack falls in a forest and there's no one to hear it, does he still make a noise?

You could always push him and find out.

latino_menace

OOM: Ramon's doing a spot of work in his room. Involving white substances. *ahem* And hey, Gorlim stops by! That's nice and sociable isn't it? Nice to spend time with friends at Christmas.

Not his fault that Gorlim's a thieving little bastard...

crazy-swale.livejournal.com

The door opens, and someone who is very much not dressed for winter weather comes through rather quickly, keys jingling in his hand, attention on them as he sorts through them.

And then he stops short, because instead of sidewalk beneath his feet there's wood flooring. He glances up, and looks around, and then turns and gives the door that's just swung closed a look that's half exasperated and half amused.

"... right," he says, "I suppose I'll just buy the duct tape here, then."

qsilver-lab-rat.livejournal.com

[This thread takes place during the first episode while Darien is still learning how to control the gland. It is, in some ways, a flashback and in others, not so.]

OOM #1: My Brother, Cinematic Spiders and Beer

flybywash

[OOM: Serenity arrives on Lavinia.]

goinghost.livejournal.com

There was a sad Danny, alone in the bar.
He's been there a while, and this has by far,
been the worst Christmas ever for the half-ghost boy,
He's been attacked by evil reindeer, and a giant, possessed toy.

He'll leave and come back, in just one second,
As if the way home and way back, have both beckoned.
In with Santa hat, Danny will walk in, a-grinning,
He'll have learned his lesson, and it's not about winning.

It's about family, and togetherness too.
The lesson is relevent to me and you.
Holidays are a time to try and be happy.
And not drag others down, (or to ghosts, go "slappy slappy")

You can catch him in this post before or after he goes through the door.
Before he goes, he stills rhymes, just like before.
But after, he comes through, his face filled with glee.
Because the curse is now broken, at long last, you see.

"I'm not rhyming anymore!" Danny cried, once he'd walked back into the bar, Santa hat on his head, and a sack of goodies slung over his shoulder.

He paused. "Why do I keep coming back whenever I left?"

A shake of his head. "Anyway, Merry Christmas! Happy Hannukah! Whatever your holidays are, c'mere and join me in mine! I have sugar cookies!"

[OOM: Specify that you're tagging before he leaves by rhyming. If you're tagging as he walks back in, just write normally.]

just-a-soldier.livejournal.com

There's an old saying ‘Never get a Peacekeeper drunk’. Alright, it’s a relatively new saying, nevertheless it is perfectly applicable. So when Bar decided it was wise to let Aeryn sample every known drink in the universe, we must assume that she was suffering from temporary insanity. Possibly she mistook Aeryn for the head-Barman’s wife, though I have no idea why she would ever do such a thing.

[OOC: Warnng, Aeryn has been frelling a lot of people up recently. She may be in one of those breaking people moods. But right now, she just wants to get dren-faced XD If she did break your pup, she might apologise. Might.]

whitewitch-thea.livejournal.com

Sweet as pie, all-American witch inna Bar. At a booth, with a chocolate milkshake. She smiles at anyone who passes, she's generally nice like that.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's sprawled on the sofa, reading a datapad entitled "'One-hundred-and-one Midwinter Philosophies' By Jorak Uln, Headmaster of the Sith Academy". He doesn't really seem that interested in it.

Come and bother.

mother_lost

*Guinevere, still soberly dressed, with a cross about her neck, is by the fire. A goblet of wine sits on the table next to her.*

elrond-healer.livejournal.com

Elrond walks into the main area from out back, his form dusted with some snow. After spending some time walking and observing plants and herbs, he had once more come to seek warmth. He settles near the fire with a book, his eyes alight at the prospect of something new and he begins to read.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra sits at the bar and stares at a neat brown doorway. Shes been here all day, just watching. A pile of clothing lays at her feet, her kitten mewing unhappily upon her lap. Everyonce in a while she licks Petras hand and gets and absntminded pat, but for the most part they simply sit.

It's time to go back. I've killed Achilles, and now I need to fix things. I don't want to go back to winter, but it is long past time.

Her mind whirrls around in and endless round of these thoughts as she gazes at the doorway back to her life.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

Mary comes into the bar, her shawl wrapped tightly around her shoulders and her hands covered in dirt; she's been gardening, of course.

She clambers up onto a bar stool, studying the empty seed packet in her hand thoughtfully.

dalekity.livejournal.com

There's a festive Dalek sitting by the Bar, with a santa's hat, a red and white scarf and tinsel decorations. There's even a bauble hanging off it's manipulator arm.

Come and seek helpful advice.

sf-nosferatu.livejournal.com

It was the hunger that pulled him downstairs. No, that sounds too normal. It was the Hunger.

Daedalus has come to the top of the stairs a number of times since his arrival, just long enough to peer at the blank wall to confirm the door has not reappeared. The bar is alive with life at all hours, and so he's stayed clear of them. But after days of such, with no blood to sustain him, the pull of it has brought him back among the humans.

He is standing in the shadows, tenuously holding on to the last shreds of his control. All he needs is someone to venture just a little too close to the darkness. Hopefully before the Frenzy sends him over the edge.

[ooc: not plotlocked, but mortal characters beware -- he's hungry]

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

For the first time in a couple of days, blonde Jedi in the bar.

In a booth like usual, with Reese's Pieces and hot chocolate because when the mun went to renew her paid account, extra userpics somehow magically showed up. Hurrah!

She got bored earlier and decided to play with her hair, so now it totally looks like she's got hair horns, or something.

She's still wearing the wampa-feet slippers too. They're cozy.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is curled up on the sofa, sipping a hot cocoa and reading A Christmas Carol. He actually likes Dickens, just don't ask him to admit it. Come say hi!

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne inna booth. Sweater, jeans and still no shoes.

She's got a half-eaten plate of sopapillas in front of her. Not exactly Christmas food, but that depends on who you ask.

Come on over. She'll probably share.

undignified

With Wes' morning caf came a note on a napkin, which he read, then folded up and put away in his shirt pocket. A few minutes after, only half his drink gone, he retreated to the sims to blow things up.

When he came down again, he started his mission to get Very Drunk, with Aeryn; he has now wandered over to a booth to continue it.

He's got a glass, but he's drinking straight from the bottle. Best way to drink Whyren's Reserve.

good-witch-tara.livejournal.com

Tara walks down the stairs, smiling. Yule is her favorite time of the year. She sits at the bar. "Hot chocolate with peppermint, please!" A steaming mug appears in front of her, topped with whipped cream and a candy cane. She takes a sip and some of the cream gets on the tip of her nose. She doesn't notice.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

The Tarot Cards are back out. Partially for a Poker Game, which had been quite amusing, but mostly?

For a very good friend.

Random of Amber's in the back of the bar, shuffling through his deck.

blue_ajah

The light from the gateway slices through the air in a corner of the room, and Moiraine steps quickly through it, then seals it behind her with a flash of white.

The Aes Sedai appears composed, but there is a subtle tension about her-- as of a woman preparing for some conflict, perhaps.

She glides to her usual table and takes a seat, studying the room and its occupants with unusual care.

subtle-will.livejournal.com

Exams are over--finally--and Will breathes a sigh of relief as he opens the door and allows Kirjava to pad gracefully into the bar and settle by the fire, blinking slowly at him.

A cup of hot chocolate, and a book, and he is settled himself, watching the firelight flicker over the shadows in Kirjava's fur.

soweroflife.livejournal.com

[OOM: Elsewhere, Kokopelli begins to make good on a promise to Thea's Dark.]

blue_eyed_lord

Things just keep getting better and better, don't they?

The reddish-haired man in black leaned back against the Bar and sipped his wine. He likes getting things he doesn't have to work for.

Stop by, won't you?

white_flowers

Blodwen comes downstairs, idly humming what a very few might recognize as a Welsh cradle-song. There's something subtly wrong with the melody, some faint discordant sound to it, but she seems content enough.

It may be that she's simply not very musical. Still, she is smiling when she goes to the bar to get a cup of tea-- there's a dearth of waitrats about in her immediate area.

Her knitting is absent, however.

sane-bombardier.livejournal.com

Yossarian, in a booth, with a copy of Dante's 'Inferno'. He read it in grad school, and now he's reading it again.

It's better than he remembers.

He may have forgotten the orange paper hat that's sitting on his head.

Distractions aren't not welcome.

terror-soars.livejournal.com

A large, red pterodactyl soars placidly above the lake, circling aimlessly. It's almost peaceful - if out of place.

Until the bird screeches, "Terrorsaur, Terrorize!" and bursts into a humanoid form of red and dark grey metal. His jets ignite and send him hurtling to the surface of the lake.

No, Terrorsaur hasn't decided to end it all in a watery grave: he pulls horizontal at the last moment, the tip of his foot splashing in the water as he rights himself. Then he rockets about the dark lake at full speed, sometimes sticking his hand in the water and causing a spray. The occasional "Wooohooooo!" echoes across the water.

Reaching the shore near the bar, he slows to half-speed, rises into the air and squawks, "Beast mode!" The muffled roar of jet engines is replaced by the flapping of large, leathery wings.

Anyone want to compliment the birdbot?

Or point and laugh?

3rdtimelucky.livejournal.com

Goldilocks is not cold or heartless. She would likely be quite upset if anyone implied differently, though she'd only mentally put a gun to their head. See? That's true compassion.

As evidence of this, she is decked out ultra-festively this evening, as she has been for the past few days. Her elaborate and painstaking efforts consist of a string of gold tinsel wrapped around her wrist. For the more particular, her pink and gold striped turtleneck is also vaguely cheery. It's remarkable how she manages to get right into the spirit of Christmas while still retaining a modicum of class.

She's looking relaxed and sociable—contented even—on her bar stool, leaning back against the counter and sipping from a glass of white Zinfandel. There's an ever-alert (and possibly guilt-ridden) eye watching out for her trainer, but she has her story straight, so hiding is unnecessary.

seker-pride.livejournal.com

—A wall of faces around him, all smiling that strange, knowing smile. If only they would tell him what they knew; what secret they kept from him—

He wakes up with a start, causing Sakti to give an angry squawk of surprise.

What time is it?

He doesn't know; he lost track hours ago when he dozed off.

Past nightfall? Is it past nightfall?

No...

He grumbles, swears, grabs the bag of items that he'd placed by his chair, and upends the computer grimoire he'd taken to reading again, which serves to make him curse some more as it falls to the floor. Setting the bag aside for a moment, he grabs something to mark his page, picks up the bag again and turns to head outside, Sakti following behind him like an obedient dog.

And in the cold night air, he empties the sack-

-spilling a harness with bells and a halter.

I cannot believe I am subjecting myself to this, but I do intend to give her a surprise...

When everything is in place, he closes his eyes, prays to his god for luck, and feels his body reconfigure itself into an antlered form.

At last, he can attend Amanda's party...

not-ho-chunk.livejournal.com

Gray Jay is out in his little house by the lake.

Visitors are welcome.

theres-grey-now.livejournal.com

Because she's and idiot and thinks she's being brave, Sarah's in the bar. On a chair in front of the fire, in fact.

She's got her feet propped up and her drawing pad on her lap. She might be drawing you!

Or she might just be sketching the mug full of warm blood on the table in front of her.

moroccofor1year.livejournal.com

*Penny comes dancing into the bar she is no doubt bumping into tables and people and who knows what all. Fell free to get in her way.*

maxwellsdemon02

Early in the afternoon, Duo trots into the bar, melting snowflakes still caught in his hair. He's carrying a battered duffel, which he sets down next to the bar and starts to unload.

He stacks up packages in a variety of shapes and sizes, all in shiny black paper with silver glitter and bows. Each gift has a name attached, as well as a tag that reads: 'DO NOT OPEN UNTIL CHRISTMAS, OR ELSE ♥'.

( The list: Svava and Archie, Raven, Jenni, Laini, Wellard, Nita, Puck, Ray, Mary, Ako, Harper, Yami and Yugi, Anthy, Max )

devils-dandy.livejournal.com

The brooding Frenchman has not moved from his booth near the window.
Still, while he is not fixed, he does seem somewhat more distracted. That is the first step.
He could use further distraction, of course, if you are willing to provide it.
Just do not expect him to tell you what is bothering him.

He may still fluctuate between surly, or angsty, in rapid succession, but don't take it seriously. He is a brat.

creator_raven

By the fireplace, there is a man in a chair. His attention switches, at seemingly random intervals, between the Observation Window, the fire, and the tangle of string between his fingers.

If someone were watching for long enough, they might see him pinch the bridge of his nose.

A half empty plate of cookies rests by his feet.

There is no milk.

He might not be averse to company, if you'd like to talk.

mogget_cat

*Yrael's in the bar, at the piano. Bar gave him some music while he was getting a glass of wine, and he thought it might be nice to play before he leaves to gather some last minute presents in the Old Kingdom. So he's at the piano, playing beautifully and singing.*

It's the season of grace coming out of the void,
Where a man is saved by a voice in the distance.
It's the season of possible miracle cures,
Where Hope is currency and death is not the last unknown.
Where time begins to fade,
And age is welcome home.

It's the season of eyes meeting over the noise,
And holding fast with sharp realization.
It's the season of cold making warmth a divine intervention.
You are safe here, you know. Now...

Don't forget.
Don't forget,
I love
I love
I love you.

Don't forget.
Don't forget,
I love
I love
I love you.

It's the season of scars and of wounds in the heart,
Of feeling the full weight of our burdens.
It's the season of bowing our heads in the wind,
And knowing we are not alone in fear,
Not alone in the dark.

Don't forget.
Don't forget,
I love
I love
I love you.

Don't forget.
Don't forget.

guppy_sandhu

There is a Guppy by the fire, drinking soup from a large mug. Judging by his hair and jacket it was raining torrentially in Holby. He watches the flames flicker and tries to warm his cold hands a little.

Have at.

theravenboy

Bran carries the knapsack full of parcels down from the back stairs. He does not look well; the purple shadows under Bran's eyes stand out against his white, white skin. The golden harp is conspicuous by its absence.

"Bar, could you hold these for me until I ask for them? Diolch yn fawr."

The bar causes Bran's knapsack to disappear, replacing it with a pot of strong tea, a bowl of beef stew and a roll. Bran eyes the food, but accepts it. Stiffly, he says, "Thank you."

Bran takes the food to an empty table. He sits with his back to the wall, eyes flicking constantly over the room.

Bran may have forgotten about his dinner and his tea.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy has tea, and knitting, and a look of faint unease.

One of these things is not like the other.

burning-evil.livejournal.com

Once more, a man in a chair. He lounges, right ankle resting on left knee. There's a cigarette and he's surveying the room from behind dark glasses.

Odd that the cigarette doesn't burn down perhaps.

[OOC: And once more - human pups that want to tag Satan, ping first on WriteToLive247. Otherwise, anything could happen. Those non-human or more powerful, have at.]

animation-inc.livejournal.com

There's a Anita in the bar.

She's sitting in a booth, lap top infront of her, watching Brotherhood of the Wolf, in the orginal french with subtitles.

There's a book next to her and a plate of dinner past with bits left over. Coke next to her hand and her back against the wall, legs stretched out on the cushions infront of her.

Come say hi?

gramarye1971

The bar has a number of dark corners, and Merriman's sitting at a table on the edge of one of them, fairly close to the door leading out to the lake.

That flickering glint in his eyes isn't a reflection of any natural or artificial light in the bar.

it_has_teeth

There is a shark in the lake.

This is likely not a surprise, as this has been true for several months.

Usually, though, he does not swim so close to the surface.

He is circling slowly, almost meditatively, and his wake fades behind him as he goes.

[ooc: Plot-locked today. Sorry.]

dead_hooker_2

Trina Echolls is a little surprised when the Neptune Grand lobby opens onto the end of the Universe, but it doesn't show. It's all about the entrance.

She gets a drink, and settles at the bar. Beats going to check on your baby brother.

Really, if this place got decent cell phone reception, it would be about perfect.

avonlea-girl.livejournal.com

The door opens, and the warm air that wafts in brings with it the enticing scent of plum puffs and balsam and there is the dim sound of dishes clattering in a kitchen until the door swings shut once more and Anne seats herself at a table, with a plate of plum puffs and russet apples.

There are really too many for just one person. It's possible that she is hoping for company.

And anyway, baked goods deny Discordia, right?