milliways_bar | Jan. 17th, 2006

Jan. 17th, 2006

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

OOM: Harper visits Alessa in the Infirmary after his ordeal in Silent Milliways...and sings lullabies? In which Alessa and Harper both realize there's someone else who knows what it's like, and there is bonding. (And a surprisingly tender Harper).

the_lioness

[OOM: Before Sunny paints Mithros purple, Alanna happens upon George while riding. They have a long overdue conversation.]

bloodandnicotine

"I am the very modern model of modern major...ahhh, screw it. Enough practicing on my own."

Spike stands on a chair, gazing around the bar, searching for that director dude. Or even someone with a script, cause, hey, script would be good. Gotta know your lines, right?

timsbooks.livejournal.com

Hellspawn in the bar!

Okay, not a real hellspawn, like from hell, but, y'know, his mentor was Hellraiser, so, Hellspawn, makes sense, right? Hey, he's just glad it's not Sparky anymore.

So, he's like sitting there, fiddling with one of the metal throwing fireballs that he uses, trying to figure some stuff out.

Come say hi, he doesn't bite.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

[ OOM: A Trip to Manhattan, 1933.

Jack takes Satine on a tour of Manhattan, complete with play rehearsal watching, philosophical conversations, random acts of illness, shopping, almost!sex, food, and movies. A Good Time Was Had By All. ]

astral-brat.livejournal.com

Ben Skywalker wanders into the bar, a little sleepily. It's late, but he wants some hot chocolate. With marshmallows.

But when he sits at Bar, he doesn't even order before something appears (handily translated into Aurebesh!).

He stares at it wide-eyed, then jumps down from his stool and whirls round ... but he has no idea where the infirmary is.

Someone help the poor boy.

[ooc: mun knows the time. mun might go back to bed for a couple hours soon and begs slowtime in that case. :)]

amanda-darieux.livejournal.com

After being found by Serena and Hank, Amanda got a good nights sleep. Of course when you read good it should really mean unrestful and nightmarish. Which could explain why there is a tired immortal sitting in fromt of the observation window, clutching a cup of tea staring off into the vastness of space.

Come distract her from the vast amounts of woe that broke her, or add to it. Hey it could be fun. Anyone ever want to see an immortal cry, possibly just this one? Well if you do now is the perfect time to come andbother her.

venusadept_2

Here we see the Venus Adept in something like one of his natural habitats: the forest's edge.

This specimen, code-named Felix by researchers, is sitting against a tree and meditating to renew his connections with the earth.

He is also giving those subtle signs that indicate he would not be averse to conversation.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

In a well-lit booth there is a pyro, and a pile of various mechanical scraps.

Or, at least, that's what it looks like.

Ace is busy putting together the casings and hardware for her favored form of persuasion. Gotta be prepared, if she's going to go for a jaunt, right?

last_adam

*Adam.

Adam with coffee, which he is drinking.

Adam with cider, which he is not drinking but instead watching.

Adam with a book, which he is [occasionally] reading.*

blackbanthaboy.livejournal.com

~~It's not just a pretty Face~~

~~The total number of Faces in the bar is Lots~~

~~Face it, he's here~~

...ah, too many awful puns, too little time. Scarred-but-pretty pilot, lounging inna booth with both feet on the table and a steaming mug of some highly caffeinated beverage by his side. He's been around, you just, er, haven't seen him. Come visit Face.

wtf aim. if you need to ping me, try Y!M, weaverandom - aim is randomly not letting me in. *fistshake*

banished-to.livejournal.com

Hel enters from outdoors. Limping, cold, and far too large to be comfortable upstairs any more.

She really can't wait for spring.

inquisitivehero

[[OOM - Working Man - Hank works in the Infirmary on current projects, faces some doubts and insecurities, and wonders at the chaos currently going on.]]

inquisitivehero

Hank sits at his table just outside of the Infirmary, watching sensors and reading as he taps at his rather odd looking laptop, once more working on the current problems.

A bit of fresh air sounded to him like just what the Doctor should order, so he had ordered it, and then followed Doctor's orders and here he was.

The remains of lunch lays on a plate somewhere on his table as he keeps an eye on work, the Infirmary, his reading, and maybe the Bar as well.

csi-catherine.livejournal.com

Twirly, sparkly, glittery CSI by the bar, singing:

"It's bad luck to say "good luck" on opening night,
If you do, I tell you,
It is certain by the curtain
You are through!

It's bad luck to say "good luck" on opening night,
Once it's said, you are dead,
You will get the worst reviews
You've ever read!

Even at the Comedie-Francaise,
On the opening night they are scared,
"Bon chance, mes amis", no one says,
The only word you ever hear is...
Merde!"

Er... come ask what she's up to?

[ooc: Catherine and a plot With Rocks In. Reply in tagback if you want to catch it :)]

not-caroline.livejournal.com

Coraline the Explorer (though sometimes she is Coraline the Writer and sometimes she is Coraline the Artist and sometimes she is Coraline the Mouse Orchestra Audience) sits at a table, eating a hot fudge sundae.

Today she is Coraline the People-watcher and Ice Cream Afficienado. Though she doesn't know how to spell it.

the_seafarer

Caspian, at a table, looking utterly bewildered.

The horses are pink. Not just pink. Purple and green and, let's face it, they are all colors of the rainbow.

The horses are not supposed to be all colors of the rainbow, and Caspian is in the bar now trying to figure out a way to get the paint off that does not involve copious amount of water and soap.

He is not, shall we say, getting very far.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

There is a Castle in the bar, lying on a couch and brooding about how none of the shiny new 24-canon affects him, because he's dead.

...okay, not really, but that's what the mun's thinking about.

Come poke at him.

[OOC: Mun may be disappearing for fairly large stretches of time here and there to procure food and drive home and such, but is around.]

lvpd_sidle

Sara's been working busily on a list.

*Book Chippendales for one night.
*Buy dress.
*Buy wedding gifts.
*Help plan wedding.
*Determine how we're getting the Vegas gang and Milliways gang in one place, at one time, for said wedding.

Interrupt at will.

agirllost

[ooc: Kim's practice is interrupted by her Dad and there are unforseen consequences - Warnings for mild violence and toasterness]

withrocksin

Buddy's been lying low, since that little encounter with Susan just before the weekend. You might say the music's not too happy with itself, for letting Imp get that much information through to her.
I should have known it - she tried to find me
But hey, there's still fun to be had here, even if people probably are looking to chase it out now.
I'm in the wrong song... my apologies!
So: musician with rocks in inna bar, over by the piano, with guitar, for all your Plot With Rocks In needs. (This, much to the music's distaste, includes stoppage types trying to find the source.)

vanwithaman.livejournal.com

It's cold but sunny outside, and Dinah is behind the bar again, pouring out orange juices.

Breakfast Specials
Buttermilk Pancakes - in the shape of your choice.
Cowboy Frittata
Half a Grapefruit

"What can I getcha?"

[OOC: Running home! Will pick up all threads]

true_desire

It's not that Desire hasn't been visiting Milliways: Desire has.
As the Endless is so fond of reminding old friends, this is a bar: Desire never really leaves.
But maybe, just maybe, it's the first time in a long while that the Endless has been spotted moving through the crowd, reclaiming the usual booth.
Desire smirks, sets the cigarette in hand into the blue ashtray on the table and proceeds to get comfortable, shoes propped up on the bench across the way.

So.
How long has it been since you've seen Desire?

[ OOC: Pretty please! I'm attempting to get back in the swing. Ping me at milliwaysdesire before pouncing me, so I know what to expect? Thanks! - Bansh ]

kitchen_maid

Amy, settled in over by the fire with her tea.

There's a book open in her lap, but she's more interested in watching the comings and goings in the bar right now.

Company, as ever, is welcome.

stilljustandrew

*Andrew's sitting at a table not far from the bar, with a half-finished stack of pancakes. Triangular ones.*

*He's watching someone at the bar, and trying (with some measure of success) to look like he isn't.*

red-blossom.livejournal.com

Blossom inna bar. She's sitting at a table with a broad smile as she eats away at the large plate of pancakes provided by Lady Bar.

Feel free to come by. She may share!

gorlim.livejournal.com

Gorlim.

Bar.

Brooding.

Beware a Beoring in a bad mood.

Or come try to snap him out of it.

mortisbelle.livejournal.com

There is a vampire in a dark booth. A medieval lady, wearing modern clothing.

Why? Because that is the clothing she got while at the Infirmary, and she does not feel like heading to her room to change. Not yet.

Also, she sneaked away from the doctors, so, the less she walks around, the lesser is the chance she will be spotted and taken back to her infirmary bed.

So, vampire, booth, people-watching.

Have at.

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

If this were a musical, Mark would come striding into the bar, being trailed by beautiful girls wearing nothing but pearls. However, as this is simply Music with Rocks In, or more specifically in Mark's case Musicals with Rocks In, there is no orchestral accompaniment to Mark's entrance.
It reaches way down deep and tears you inside out till you're torn apart
Oh, but there could be. It would be such a lovely tune, with the swells and the relaxations in just the right places. He is such a good boy.

Anyway, Mark is in the bar, with rocks in, still in fedora and three-piece-suit with black-and-white tie, ten scripts around him, two accounting books, and a pile of staffpaper. Do feel free to to talk to him. Especially if he looks odd to you. He is being strange.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Friendly neighborhood ~~spiderman~~ Prince of Amber is in the bar.

Tucked in behind a newspaper, enjoying a half-smoked cigarette and a lukewarm mug of tea.

He's been there a while. Long enough to be bored of the paper and looking for company.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

At a table sits a Jack reading, or trying to read. His eyes scan the page, dart up and are distant; his lips, curved in a tiny smile.

This? Is Jack in a good mood.

abs-denham.livejournal.com

There's a nurse with a black eye at the bar, looking around occasionally for members of security.

And he's bloody annoyed.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy slips out of the infirmary, holding the door for the cat as he goes. He goes up to the bar and gets some food for the poor creature who really should have been fed several hours ago.

Food is on his mind for the first time in days. He gets himself a plate of sandwiches and some ready salted crisps then sits in a booth with a view of the door.

Later he will try and fix his mind. For now, it's just lunch time.

[ooc: Mun has gone to get food. Back later]

called_lioness

Lucy in ~~the sky with diamonds~~ the bar.

There might be details.

There might be a book, and tea, and a skirt with a tear in it that she's ignoring because really, it doesn't matter, as she reads and munches on a sandwich.

But who ever worried about silly things like details?

thecoolone

As always, there is much to think about. Here or there, outside or inside, Egypt or London, London or the end of the Universe, work or play, magic or not? The holidays in London were delightful -- a veritable escape -- but now he and Fleur are back here once more and they need to decide what to do.

What to do, what to do, what to do: it's a good thing Bill is not prone to pacing. Instead, he sits at a table in the middle of the bar, simply... contemplating. If his foot taps slightly in impatience, he really can't be blamed. He's not used to stasis.

hollywdcockroch.livejournal.com

There is a Carl Denham inna bar.

He's got a rather colorful stack of clothing under his arm. Hefting it to a table he stops dead in his tracks and leans back-breathing hard. It's obvious he's been lugging it for a while.

Grinning. He puts out that sign you've all come to know and love.

OPEN CASTING.

MUSICAL

Do we really need to say the rest?

He's also keepin' a weathering eye out for mark-cause...well...

You might also want to ask him about that rather smallish playbill with a cartoon of an ape in chains-roaring it's fury at the world.

not-that-anakin.livejournal.com

Anakin is in the bar.
Waiting tables even.
Come bug him for something?

[OOC: Mun is leaving in a hour to go to dinner with other muns...slowtime is love.]

the_seafarer

Sometime after this conversation with Sunny, Caspian walks back into the bar and leaves a note for the Head Barman.

( Bernard Wrangle )

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

Jeedai in the bar with a bag slung over her shoulder.

She hasn't packed much... Tahiri only expects to be back on Dagobah for a day or two to find Tesar and Lowie and see if they've heard from Master Skywalker yet.

If they haven't, she'll come back to the bar.

If they have, she'll come back to the bar... from Ossus.

So. Blonde chick wearing very uncomfortable boots headed for the door. Better catch her quick if you want to speak with her before she leaves.

empath-wiggin.livejournal.com

Oh, look. There's an empath in the bar, humming to herself. Don't worry, she doesn't have rocks in, just in in a fairly good mood, reading a book. Bug her? She's bored, and when Wiggin-Skywalkers are bored, planetary governments are changed.

slayer_fray

Rachel told Mel to get some sleep. So Mel slept. And she told her to eat. So she's eating. At a table in the middle of the bar, Badge pinned to the holster on her thigh, she's tucking into a mound of pancakes, liberally covering in bacon and syrup.

Dinah offered her shapes, she went for shapes. Everything she had.

Except for turtles. That's just wierd.

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's brooding. He's sitting at a booth and glaring at the door.

The door, despite this, seems very unintimidated by the whole thing.

He hasn't caught on yet that the person he's worried about is already back.

Silly Atton.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

It's very cold outside. But when you keep moving, it's not so bad, even if you aren't dressed for it.

Saionji's borrowed a broom from the Bar, along with the bamboo shinai he's currently practicing with, and swept a clear area in the snow alongside the wall of the stables. Proper kendo requires that your foot strike the ground at the same moment you make contact with the weapon, and this doesn't work all that well in two feet of snow. The uncovered grass is flat and tired, and currently getting stomped on by a kendoka as he moves through the various strikes and thrusts of his kata.

song_tra_bong

Well, well. Look what the mun dragged in...

Mary Anne's down in the bar at her usual booth, idly watching the room. She's twirling a knife with one hand and picking a funnel cake apart with the other.

Come on over; she's probably willing to share. The funnel cake, not the knife.

shang-dragon.livejournal.com

Look who have met.

Worse, look who are sitting at a table swapping stories about the bar's Head of Security. Liam and Sawyer are sharing a drink and laughing. A lot. Feel free to come talk to one or both.

inquisitivehero

Hank is once more at the Table outside the Infirmary, working on his laptop. Next to him, his beeper linked to the Infirmary monitors hums quietly.

He has had a lot going on lately, and in addition ot everything else, is watching the bar for several people.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is playing guitar by the fireplace, half-hidden in his chair.

bothbutneither.livejournal.com

It's really kind of a roller-coaster ride, emotionally speaking: happy, depressed. Shocked, ecstatic. Musical, stilted. And through it all runs one thought: why should death be any easier than life? We come here knowing what we know but that shouldn't be all. It shouldn't be. There's more. Even just now, as he played a few tunes on his sax upstairs before setting it down, almost in a state of despair because he loves it too much, if there's any such thing.

He wants to keep on learning. Doing. Loving. Living. And he wonders how much time he has on his clock: Charlie said no one had been here for longer than two years. But musicians are notoriously bad at keeping time if they're not playing; he knows that so very well.

Gren used to have no fear of death, and he still doesn't. But he does have a healthy apprehension for what comes after death.

He takes a seat at the bar, but he doesn't order food and he doesn't order drink. He just takes it all in, thinking that it just might be a good idea to meet more people. At least that will distract him from his philosophizing -- something he's never been very good at.

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith sits at the piano, coffee nearby, playing Rachmaninoff and having quite a good time with it.

This post does not have rocks in. Just classical.

maid-of-astolat.livejournal.com

Elaine comes down to the bar. She's in a rather quiet mood, but it's time to waitress, and she takes a tray from Bar and endeavours to be cheerful.

"May I help you?"

trustntheharper.livejournal.com

Seamus Harper had a lot to think about: nightmares and life--and death.

And babies. He'd been thinking about babies and little kids a lot lately, and just generally thinking a lot, and as such, he was outside for once, in open air, under an open sky, looking at the stars.

In Harper's opinion, stars weren't really interesting once you got up close and saw that they were roiling, bloated gas-balls of radioactive death. They stopped being beautiful and started being a traveling hazard.

He liked where he was sitting, though. It was a very flat rock he'd found on the other side of the lake, far away from the bar.

In his head, he'd started to call it the star-watching rock, and it seemed to him that it was someplace that was a piece of home.

Weird.

What was weirder was that the name seemed to have come into his head from somewhere else entirely...

[OOC: Whatever happens, Mesaana is last timeline-wise.]

alec-or-alonzo.livejournal.com

Phil is curled up by the fire with the latest issue of The Canadian Woman. She has flipped right past the articles on new crochet techniques and moved directly on to the short serials at the back. There's this simply darling one about the wife of a Methodist missionary, but that's beside the point.

She may be engrossed in the story she's reading, but that's no reason not to come say hello.

Mun is trying to stay up to get over jet lag, so slowtime may be begged once I fail to keep my eyes open.

petraarkanian.livejournal.com

Petra sits with her back against the building, Kit nowhere to be seen. Her eyes are closed and she's dressed warmly this time.

ash--evildead.livejournal.com

Sometime post-Happy Hour, Ash has staked out a quiet booth.

Aside from keeping an eye out for errant beaver children, there's not much going on.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack needs to talk to a few people, ergo, he is in the bar. At the Bar, to be specific, munching on those teeny little puffed-rice-chip-things, in a cheese-and-salsa flavour. They're not too bad, really, even though he'd asked for potato chips. Bar's mothering him again, obviously, but it doesn't rankle this time--it's been a rough couple weeks.

Anyway. He's very distractable and the mun has recovered from canon. Go ahead and distract.

[ooc: ~~Waugh, must flee for a bit. Back soonish.~~ Back, but am on the laptoposaurus, so tags will be slowish.]

cywyllog

Cywyllog has bundled up the boys and taken them outside for a bit before bedtime. Why? To enjoy the stars, of course.

The three of them are huddled together, near the bar but far enough away that any light from inside id not interfering with their view. There's an awful lot of "oohing" and "ahhing", along with the the average bits of two year old chatter.

Company is welcome.

the_lioness

[OOC: Note for Security, in the office.]

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

At some point in the past few days, after this meeting obviously, there was a small note pinned to the notice board, it was handwritten, in neat, precise letters, the handwriting of someone more used to numbers.

It went a little something like this:

Free to a good home:
15 Assorted, formerly clockwork, and now somewhat living, critters.
Good for first-time pet owners since they’re low maintenance, don’t eat much, don’t leave a mess and don’t require constant attention.
Please see Adric if interested.
there was also a small, smiling picture of Adric stuck to the bottom with a strip of tape.

gris_bug_man

The bar's population of bugmen with babies has been increased by a (very cute, mind you) factor of one.

Come squee if you like. Georgia's too young to get into mischief with fingerpaints.

Current Mood: amused

gone_byebye

Guard duty's been dealt with. Sleep's been done.

Never mind the indoor Quidditch. Ray's really starting to look forward to going home. For now, though, he'll settle for getting dinner and sitting in the Bar, near the observation window, with his book on qigong exercises.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[oom: Sunny gets hers.]

Bernard enters from the Staff Wing and pins a letter to the board.

( Letter to Caspian )

Bernard steps behind Bar, then, and pins a notice to the board:

Attention.

No one in this bar is to give sweets of any sort to Sunny Baudelaire for one week. No exceptions. She is being punished for having vandalized both private and public property. Anyone who does give her sweets will answer to the Barman. Anyone who finds that they are being wheedled for sweets needs to let the Barman know.

It really does take a goddamn village, people.

Thank you.

--Bernard Wrangle, Head Barman.

Then Bernard steps up to Bar and calls out, "Welcome to Milliways Happy Hour. Specials are vodka gimlet, and vodka martini. All beer on tap is half price, and every beer is on tap. What'll you have?"

goodbyesandusky.livejournal.com

Clive was collapsed on an open notebook. He'd finally worn himself to exhaustion with the writing. Or, rather, the music had worn him to exhaustion. There would have been a scattering of dishes across the table as well, if the waitrats and occasionally other people hadn't come to collect them.

It was quite likely that he hadn't eaten at all that day, and you know, maybe someone should point that out to him, as well as ask what the hell he's going to do with that many notebooks of lyrics once he was done with them.

(Clive With Rocks ping at JediGorse if you want to catch, otherwise just worry at him or something. )

kabeleced

It's amazing how a person can lose four months, if he doesn't need food or water or sleep.

Regulus Black appears in the bar, a smile on his face. Good to be back.

kindred_spirit

The door to the White Sands Schoolhouse has once again refused to open to the White Sands School.

Gil should be listening to presentations on Canadian history right now, but Canadian history not being the most exciting history any country's ever had . . . well, let's just say he's not too sorry to find himself in Milliways again.

He is, as always, looking for a certain redhead. But he's in a very good mood, and happy to talk to just about anyone.

Come on over.

mogget_cat

*There is a Bright Shiner with a violin in the bar, playing an original composition. The violin strings sing the sound of hope, clear through the background murmur of the bar. The song is of hope, of belonging, reassurance, and, above all, love. Delicate vibrato shakes the tone of the peaceful melody that Yrael plays.*

*There is no music with rocks in, here. Just the music that has always been there.*

*Come listen.*

Current Mood: content

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Cue one Wedding Dress Dilemma, currently being solved. How? With a pair of scissors and a stack of wedding dress pictures that have elements that Svava does like.

Hah. Take that, fashion designers of millions of worlds and times.

Or-

Svava, at a table with hot chocolate and calico cat, realizing that April is only a couple months away.

jedipilot.livejournal.com

Jaina walks over to the Bar with a stack of neatly folded papers. “Bar, think you can make sure these get to the people their addressed to, please?”

The invitations disappear a few seconds later and Jaina smiles before turning to head back upstairs to tell Jag.

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco with Rocks In the bar.
He's humming, and tapping his foot to some music.
But not singing. The wizard currently turned performer seemed subdued.
Care to ask why?

(ooc: Plot with rocks in, the usual for a few more days)

aj_crawley

[OOM: Millitimed to the night of Simon and Kaylee's wedding, Andronicus Crowley is feeling distinctly... mleh.]

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

Anthy comes downstairs still rubbing the last traces of lotion into her hands, and picks up a tray of tea and samosas from the bar before she retreats to the couch.

She's tired, and her eyes are glazed with it. So she looks more like Anthy than ever.

transgenic-max.livejournal.com

(OOM: After once again leaving Silent Milliways)

Again, Max starts upright as though just waking from a nightmare, looking about warily. After a moment, she seems to recognise her surroundings, and sinks back into the booth, turning her attention to the papers scattered in front of her.

Feel free to bother the X5. She could use the distraction.

magius-unlocked.livejournal.com

[OOM - Magius dreams of Nina, both of the past and of a possible now, and despairs, but a miracle gives him some small hope.(warnings for a link to a entry with schmoop and adult situations.)]

inquisitivehero

[OOM - After meeting with Catherine and seeing her strange activity, he agrees to meet her in his room and waits... to no avail.]

redsnout.livejournal.com

There's a former raptor and her still quite saurian chick sitting at the bar, although Scribble appears to be having some difficulty with not sliding off the barstools. She yeeps happily at the discovery that she can slide to a degree, while Raptor Red just shakes her head and sighs before concentrating on the night's meal. What it once was is anyone's guess; now it just looks like a pile of pink and red...stuff. Red glances up from her meal every now and then, eyeing the rest of the bar carefully. She's still curious about humans, even if she doesn't really understand them.

95-tan.livejournal.com

What's that? You managed to miss out on the past few concerts by that fabulous new idol, Windows 95?

Well, that's okay- she's giving another one tonight!

Sponsored by the Ways Say True newspaper!

Songs by Clive Webb!

Come watch the hot new star!

And be sure to grab the various autographed photos, calendars, and CDs set out for lucky patrons!

[OOP: Bla bla bla, plot with rocks in, bla bla bla, contagious if you want. Bla.]

Current Mood: ecstatic

captain-emerald.livejournal.com

It's funny Rimmer's back down in the bar because he's still being harrassed by the pesky little skutter. He hopes someone can distract it away from him so he can escape or just distract him so he can forget it seems to follow him about now.

qsilver-md.livejournal.com

One of the bar's newer doctors is sitting at a table somewhere in the middle of the room, with a Corona.

Come say hi.

guppy_sandhu

There is a young curly-haired man watching the door.

He has been there for some time.

Hense the number of glasses.

not_that_spike

( Somewhere near Mars )

kitchen_maid

Amy, over by the fireplace, is a perfect picture of frustration, muttering under her breath and picking stitches out of her embroidery.

She's still not sure how she managed to put half the border in upside down.

Distractions would be very, very welcome, before she gets so fed up she pitches the whole thing into the fire.

uncommongardenr.livejournal.com

It's been a while since Dickon's been in the bar.

Evil witches ensnaring your friends and coming close to invading your home'll do that.

He's reasonably hopeful, however, that this visit will be better than his last.

oneman_onevote

There is an assassin balancing upside-down on one of the rafters.

He doesn't seem to be having any difficulty yet, and he watches the bar below with a cool gaze.

As yet, no weaponry has fallen out of his pockets and skewered anyone, but surely it is only a matter of time.

nita_callahan

So a wizard walks into a bar . . .

Snags a mug of tea from the Bar, heads for the fire, and settles in.

Worst "walks into a bar" joke EVER. But it works for an entrance post.

[OOC: Mun is working on unpacking/cleaning room, so tags may be slow for a bit.]

namo

Following this:

Námo, gripping Gorlim's hand, approaches the door.

He knows what will be on the other side.

A glance to the Man, a reassuring smile, and he opens it, the great stone face of his Halls just beyond the threshold.

The two walk through the door, which closes softly behind them.