milliways_bar | Jan. 21st, 2007

Jan. 21st, 2007

[OOM: Just about a year ago, there was a wedding. It's the kind of thing that people like to commemorate.

So earlier this month, there was some correspondence. And as a result of it, on January 16th, Simon and Kaylee celebrate their first anniversary with a quiet dinner with some old and new friends.

And, of course, have some private time after.]

kitchen_maid

Amy and Susan, curled up by the fireplace, talking nonsense at each other.

Amy would probably welcome talking to someone who knows actual words.

bannion_sight

[OOM: There is a name that calls a warrior.

That name has, at last, been called, and the Warrior comes.

Bringing with him a curse - a curse, and a story that has, and has not, ever really ended.]

chelleuncurled

[OOM: Los Angeles, CA: Michelle and Jack pack up Tony's clothes and have a much needed conversation. Warnings for angst and breaking.]

gramarye1971

[OOM, and outside Time:

There is magic in the air, in a circle of standing stones.

In a land outside Time -- to where beyond these voices there is peace -- a king cannot help but respond to it.

In Milliways, the king's advisor calls for aid, and returns with those who will keep the land whole until the king returns from his wars.]

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita has done a number of very odd things during her time in Milliways. But it is likely that none of them, to date, have been quite as strange as what she's doing this morning.

Which is wandering around the bar retrieving chocolate covered bullets* from various locations. In cups, from the floor, under tables, behind booths. Occasionally she apologizes to a patron and picks one up from their plate or out of their drink. Once she finds them all she'll clean them and reload them, but they're a bit scattered so it may take a while.

It's entirely possible that one has landed near you. She would appreciate it if you would return it.

*through the magic of Millitime, the bullets were strewn around the bar just this morning

hysteriaprone.livejournal.com

Roderick's time spent in Milliways thus far has been a heart-wrenching series of highs and lows, highs in which he thought maybe this place will help me get better, maybe maybe maybe, and lows in which he found himself locked in his room - his room, so perfectly tailored to his needs, with black drapes and silken sheets - and could do nothing but lay there and sob, still and forever mourning the loss of his beloved Madeline.

He keeps telling himself that this is some sort of twisted, postmortem dream from which he will never awaken. He is sure he will continue to be tossed about in an endless concoction of subconscious desires, memories, hopes, fears -- and maybe, just maybe, that is how it should be for Roderick Usher.

After all, a dream is just a dream.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule -
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE - out of TIME.

It's very early when Roderick leaves the comforts of his room for the bar proper - the sun has not yet risen and there are very few patrons downstairs - and he finds himself seated once again near the fire that never seems to go out. A waitrat scurries over with a steaming hot cup of tea and a biscuit, and once more, Roderick repeats his new mantra.

It is just a dream.

inquisitivehero

Henry was settled in the rafters and reading. There was nothing unusual about this, really, despite the fact that he was flipping the pages rather quickly as he read. The only really odd thing was that he was hanging upside down to read.

The Bar's ability to produce texts and articles was astounding, and Henry was taking full advantage of it, and enjoying himself immensely. Every now and then he would chuckle, a low rumbling sound that might or might not catch the attention of someone below.

slayer_fray

[OOM: Scenes from a new relationship]

call-me-shane.livejournal.com

He took his time coming to a decision.

When he woke up in the infirmary so many months ago, he discovered he had been given another chance, and had taken it with both hands.

Then the realities of his old life had come sprawling through the front door. Still, he took his time coming to a decision. There were those here that could uphold the law on their own.

In the end, the decision had come down to whether he would be able to stand aside should it come down to bullets.

That morning, he had gone to Bar and requested spare rounds. She wouldn't give him live ammunition, but rounds of blanks would serve just as well for bringing his eye and aim back to their old standard.

Out behind the stables, where he has noted it generally stays quiet, Shane stands with his gunbelt comfortably around his slim waist, and for the first time since he rode into Milliways, his gun rides at his right hip, filling the missing piece needed to complete the picture of the man. Despite how he might wish otherwise, this is what he is: a gunfighter, tried and true.

blue-star-badge.livejournal.com

Smallish Mostly Clockwork dragon in the bar, which likely means his human is around somewhere, likely collecting dirty dishes, because, well, Assistant Dishwasher and all.

But in any case, dragon, pulling a wagon full of cups and utensils, maybe you have some to add to the pile?

lvpd_sidle

"....Sara, are you certain?"

"Who else would I feasibly ask? My brothers would all be fighting over it and I'd rather my Ada not settle the matter at sword-point."

A measured pause. "Good point."

A snicker. "Thought so."

Two CSIs for the price of one. Have at.

osuwarigirl.livejournal.com

Through the door walks in two girls in Seifuku, Higurashi Kagome and Kururugi Kaname. They're talking back and forth like most schoolgirl's might. In Kagome's hand is a copy of the latest popular romance manga.

"I didn't even know you were into that sort of thing, Kagome," Kaname says to the other girl.

"Hey! Don't make fun of me!" Kagoma teases lightly, before both stop a little ways inside, and blink. Likemirrored images, the two girls looks around slowly. After a moment, both smile with a light giggle, knowing where they are, and walk over to take a seat.

Anyone feel like breaking a mun's mind?

didntseeit.livejournal.com

You see this couch? This couch by the fire has been claimed. Claimed in the Name of Ajedrez, and also In Her Person, considering she's currently sprawled across it like a big lazy cat. She has a book, but she's not reading it right now. Just watching the fire and thinking.

And, no, there isn't any room for anyone else.

Feel free to attempt to ask her to move, though.

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

The smallish Native American woman was back, still working on beadwork. Somehow she'd managed to get herself a rocking chair, and really, it was anyone's guess how she didn't lose beads working with them while rocking like that, but she didn't seem to be losing any, glasses perched on the end of her nose so she could see what it was she was doing.

Go ahead and ask her what she's up to, or ask what's in the basket, she loves that question.

mendanddefend_archive

Bob's not feeling too hot today.

Maybe it's because he's been human for a full two weeks now, and still has no clear idea of when or if he'll be able to change back.

Or maybe it's because he was introduced to the wonders of ice cream last night, and didn't yet realize it was a pleasure best enjoyed in small doses.

In any case, he's now lying on one of the couches by the fireplace, trying not to move too much.

abar-starclog.livejournal.com

Carl's staked out a table; he's looking through a geography book, and working on a note for Val as well as a set of notes for himself.
...Well, he is when he's not people-watching, anyway.

watches-storms.livejournal.com

Trisana is attempting a third visit to the bar. She's still rather uncertain of the whole idea, and the thought that she might get stuck here is a worrying one- but she's a curious girl.

She appears to be reading a book by the fireplace. She's actually watching the patrons and trying to get used to the idea of people who don't look at all like people ought. Fishmen? Turtles? Wings?
Waitrats?
Ugh.

Chime is flying overhead, twisting among the rafters, occasionally returning to land on Tris' head and scold her for not playing. If the girl quietly reading and apparently minding her business is nothing out of the ordinary, the glass dragon is probably worth a second look.

(Mun will be here all day, but back and forth on the computer while she cleans/sews. Please tag away!)

candlesandgrass.livejournal.com

The door opens, and Nor enters.

She's not exactly clean, her hair is chopped short and ragged, and her clothes don't fit her right. She doesn't exactly smell springtime-fresh, although she did manage to find somewhere to wash up a couple of days ago. There's a not-quite-sane look in her eyes and a tiredness in the slump of her shoulders. Nonetheless, she still carries herself bravely, maybe even like royalty.

The entire place in general gets an odd look, but not too odd. She wasn't expecting enough to have anything surprise her.

ncdcas-cable.livejournal.com

Wandering about, near the lake, thinking, Nathan was avoiding heading back. He had to go back to Earth soon, and be ready for what he knew was coming. The war was coming to a head, to what would likely be the last battle, of this phase of it, anyway. He would do that, and be ready, and join Cap very soon.

Today, he had spent thinking.

Well, not just thinking. He had spent an hour or so on a make shift artillery range testing out some new ordinance, and had cleaned up afterward, using his powers for creation and rebuilding, rather than destruction. That? That felt nice.

But now, he was done and walking, wandering near the lake, and sometimes onto the lake, ignoring gravity and gravity ignoring him with equal amounts of enthusiasm.

winterladym.livejournal.com

It's interesting,l the things one notices when one actually looks. For instance, the fact that some of the posts have hand holds in them, just perfect for climbing into the rafters.

Which would explain why the Queen to Be of the Winter Court is perched up in the rafters, her leather pants traded out for some nice ratty jeans, and her current tank top a pink number, with the word 'Princess' in glitter across it. She's curled up at the point where two rafters meet, lounging on her side like a really big cat.

And, from time to time, she lets her hand play across the air before her, snow drifting down across whomever might be walking underneath her at the time.

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan is once more in the Bar, trying to take his mind off things by reading The Picture of Dorian Gray. However, he keeps shifting in his seat and rolling his shoulders because his skin is itchy today, though still red and splotchy. He has some of the trin tea Suzi introduced to him, though, and that seems to be helping.

Further distraction would be welcome.

regrowingpains.livejournal.com

Claire is still here.

She doesn't want to go back, not now. She's still really upset. Getting killed will do that to you.

So, she's at a corner booth, sipping a soda, and trying to figure out what she's going to do when she gets back.

atanycost.livejournal.com

[Elsewhere, before Milliways: Jet and company set sail! -- or at least, leave the past behind and move forward with hope for a new beigninng...]

The station at Ba Sing Se is PACKED with people. There are, without a doubt, twelve avatar impersonators, a couple of Katara's (not a single Sokka; not that he cares, but it makes Jet feel a little better) and... well, the hungry, unwashed masses of Ba Sing Se's refugees.

His papers are old, rumpled -- they came off a corpse, but that doesn't matter. The dead guy didn't need them anymore, and he and his friends did. They buried the guy! So, you know, it was payment for the sweat and the dirt. But it gets them ushered into the waiting area for the next ferry.

With their scant money, he heads into a store, looking over the few coppers, and --

-- wait. Was that a rat?

Jet stops and blinks, staring at the place that stretches out before him. This...

...this is not the last stop cafe, last he saw. What the hell, man?

"...yeah, so, I know we're diverse and all, but I'm pretty sure we're not this diverse..."

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Atton's grinning and singing a drinking song from some far flung Outer Rim world under his breath (thankfully, it's barely audible, and also thankfully, he's not doing the dance that commonly accompanies it - a dance that involves lots of pointing, foot stamping and hip movements) as he chalks up the Specials.

Jedi Mind Trick.
Space Odyssey.
Wookie.

With that done, he heads behind the Bar, giving the patrons a small wave.
"'Lo, peoples."

sime-channel.livejournal.com

Suzi is in the bar, knitting, with her sign propped up carefully. Jewelry-Commissions accepted. is what the sign announces, in discrete lettering. There are two names on it Suzi Darley-Prop and Richard Ryan-Bracelets.

There comes a point, after all, when you start selling your ~~apprentice~~ assistant's work.

Suzi Darley's chances of Death By Werewolf may, possibly, have just risen.

no-real-hero.livejournal.com

( Before this: I don't think we're in Kansas any more. )

Shit. Well, shit on a stick: this is not where she expected to be. Not now, not ever. Never again, and she could just kiss the goddamn ground and cry, both out of happiness and out of frustration. So fucking close to Oldenbrook, but if this place wasn't a once-in-a-lifetime chance the last time, she'll look on it like a twice-in-a-lifetime gift this time. Eager to see a friendly face, she skims the bar, kicking herself mentally when every goddamn head of brown hair makes her think of Quinn.

She doesn't see him, though, or Beth or her guy Spike, or Elaine, or that cowboy calling himself Jack, or even that kid Duo. Mike isn't behind the bar, either. Yeah, like things are gonna stand still while she's out walking her goddamn ass off from Nevada to Kansas? Nope, nothing says so. And maybe nothing here's the same as it was before anyhow. Maybe it's all turned over, everyone's gone, replaced by new people. All she knows is she deserves a fucking drink. Pushing her way through the crowd, she picks a seat at the edge of the bar, wriggling out of the heavy backpack and setting it between her body and the bar: it still contains one of her world's most priceless items, hermetically sealed and buried deep away. She's not gonna be the one responsible for losing the one thing that could save all humanity.

It's a big goddamn burden to carry, but she owes it to her brother to do it.

the_lioness

[OOM: Gibbs visits Alanna. Much is discussed, including the Antichrist, Captain Jack Sparrow and Elizabeth Swann. Gibbs is also reassured that Alanna is not, in fact, the Whore of Babylon.]

fighting_mad

[OOC: Following a successful rescue operation, Rial brings home an unexpected guest. No, Rial, Plourr is not pleased.]

gone_byebye

Ray took Tidus and Yuna to see New York last night, then brought them back, then went home again. He spent most of today experimenting with refinements to the molecular layer deposition rig he uses for growing photonic crystals; some of the new ones he's starting to see coalesce are awfully promising, even if the only one around the Firehouse who shows an interest besides him is Egon. He's sort of used to that by now. Still, a guy needs a break, and he does need to talk to some people- so back to Milliways he goes, gem-quality opals in hand to pay for a couple of nights' worth of time taken off his tab again. And then, dinner.

jianhuo.livejournal.com

There is a redhead in the bar. She looks nice today, in a skirt and blouse. Very pretty.

No good can come of this.

...Right?

misterbunny.livejournal.com

The door is pushed open slowly, to reveal the rear end of a black and white rabbit, with what seems to be a miniture crossbow strapped to his back. He's yelling at someone out of sight behidn the door.

"Well, what the FISK do you expect, you mother fisking orc? You try and pull a fisking knife on me, I'm gonna make sure you don't fiskin' live to regret it. Look, I won, fair and square, which means that THIS!"

And he holds up what appears to be a severed arm of some sort of subhumanoid creature.

"Is mine by right of fisking conquest! Your boss agreed to the fiskin' deal, and he better well abide by it, you freak of nature, or else I'll blow this entire fisking place from her to bloody kingdom come, you got it?"

And then the rabbit turns around, seeing what is here around him. As the door slisp shut behind him, he drops his grisly trophy the little way to the floor it needs to go, and reaches to his belt with curiously thumbed paws, grasping at one of the many knives held there.

"WHAT THE FISK IS THIS?"

fallen-april.livejournal.com

April inna bar by the observation windows again.

She has a chocolate milkshake, a cheeseburger on sourdough bread, and cheese fries.

Kitten sleeping in the pocket of her sweatshirt, of all places.

Bother at will.

agnes_nitt

Your server is: Agnes

It felt good to be able to write that again. 'Angie' was little more than a memory now, though many of the effects still lingered. She'd grown used to her routine, and it would take time to shake that.

But for now, she can just be Agnes. Once again wearing nothing but black, with her witch's hat firmly on her head, tip pointing proudly upward, she looks around the room for anyone who could use some service.

jackdriscoll.livejournal.com

Jack is by the fireplace, writing furiously into a journal. There is a pointed, deliberate absence of a certain female cat.

shaped-jeedai.livejournal.com

[OOMs: Jaina has some news for Jag. They call both sets of parents to share the joy, but when the happy couple tries to get to Milliways... they can't.

So they comm Tahiri and Zekk, who end up racing down the corridors of the Jedi Academy in the middle of the night only to find out that this problem can't be fixed.]

[ooc: bye bye jedi (and pilot)]

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

Lyrae inna bar with a milkshake.*

In accordance with federal regulations, the management is providing a translation for those who do not speak Milliwaysian Minimalism:

A rather pretty young woman sat by herself at a table. Knitted brows combined with high, prominent cheekbones accentuated the aspects of her face which might lend "handsome" to be a more appropriate adjective, but her delicately pursed light pink lips as she peered at the drink returned the adjective to its original state, "rather pretty." She had straight black hair that fell to the middle of her back, a small barrette adorned with an ivy pattern of wire and green gemstones the only ornament she wore. Her dress was a peach-colored silk, cut in an attractive, elegant fashion. The thin lacy straps, and low neckline, also embroidered with lace, were largely hidden by the shawl of shimmering blue silk draped across her shoulders. When combined with the long gloves that Lyrae wore, very little skin was left showing. A similar pattern could be observed on the lower half of the dress where a slit up to mid-thigh was offset with equally high stockings.

In front of Lyrae sat a tall milkshake instead of her usual hot tea. Uneasily, she leaned forward and sipped the straw. Blinking in surprise, she pulled back immediately. What a wretchedly sweet dessert! She wondered for the nutritional content of such a thing. Frowning slightly at the light pink lipstick residue left on the straw, Lyrae studied the milkshake for quite a long time before, though not without a vaguely conspiratorially glance to each side, leaning forward and taking another sip.

Mmmm.

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

[OOM: On 31st century Earth, Sarah Jane is surprised to run in to a familiar face.

This may be a very bad day indeed.]

guppy_sandhu

The doctor is in

Having become Bound again last night ~~because he was going to overtake his canon liek wo~~, Guppy slept in today. Until four in the afternoon his time, to be precise. He needed the sleep, plus his body was telling him he should still be on nights.

He's now down in the bar eating what is probably technically dinner but is more like breakfast, as in a toaster pastry and some porridge.

But the sign is up, so interruptions are welcome.

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Johnny Private has had the baby simulating doll for the past four days. Today, when he got the printout from Bar, he discovered that he'd actually scored highly enough to pass today. Two more days on the trot and he could give it back.

So he's having a beer and looking quite pleased with himself. He also appears to be playing a bouncy game with the doll.

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Snowball is outside, just finishing off his clearing of one of the paths near the greenhouse. And he's looking pretty happy too, since things are starting to look up back home more than just being unsentenced to death.

All botherable.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

An... unexpected person clomps in through the front door, looking around warily.

Mal'd cornered him this afternoon, talking real fast about duties and responsibilities and doing one's part, and then climbed out of Jayne's bunk with a quick utterance about studying and tonight.

Jayne had to find 'Nara and figure out what was up.

Mal wanted Jayne to cover him at Milliways.

Tending.

Bar.

...No problem.

So, it's an inwardly anxious but outwardly cocky Jayne who saunters behind Bar, rummages for a 'tender's half-apron, ties it on, careful not to catch the strings on his hip-slung pistols, and picks up the Bartender's Bible.

After much squinting, Jayne throws the book aside and clears his throat.

"All right, shut up, you bèn tiānshēng de yìduī ròu, and listen up. This here's the gorram 'Happy' 'Hour', exceptin' it's more like the 'Marginally Content Indeterminate Length of Time in Which I Serve And You Drink Without Complainin'.' Specials're Ng Ka Pe, Sam Adams, and..." He trails off, trying to think of another drink he knows. Bar materializes a note, and he picks it up, squinting. "...Tequ-eye-lah."

Jayne Cobb looks over the patrons and draws himself up as big as he can. Pretty big.

"What can I get you?"

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

[OOM: Another dream.]

Wells pushes the door open and slips into the Bar from what, in his world, is a thoroughly late hour of the evening. It was a long day, and they're not going to get any shorter any time soon, he knows that. He needs a beer (which the Bar provides) and a distraction or two (which it does not).

He'll just have to find the latter himself, unless Annie turns up somehow.

countofserenno.livejournal.com

Dooku is in the Bar, pondering many questions...most of which don't have answers easily coming. So, he can use either a distraction or some answers, whichever come first. Any takers?

hearthethoughts.livejournal.com

[OOM Matt Goes to the Movies and learns they're no fun when people add their own soundtrack.]

The door to Milliways opens to reveal a disgruntled looking cop in jacket, jeans, and sneakers clutching a Barnes and Noble Bag, and juggling a jumbo coke and a bag of popcorn spilling across the floor.

If one were to glance through the doorway, they'd spot a movie screen with a lush landscape and a man in a wheelchair ordering a bearded fatguy away. The audience is making appreciative noises, a few are even clapping. And suddenly there's an attractive black haired female making kissy faces at the male.

Gotta love movies.

Matt stares incredulous for a few moments before he steps forward-

And the door slams shut behind him before it vanishes.

"Oh no no fuck no! that's not cool!"

He hammers a fist, "Not fucking cool man! I-it-"

He grimaces. Dammit.
Sighing, he drops into a barstool, sets his books on the bar proper, and eyes the wood, "...Can I get a refill on my popcorn? and drink?"

Both are refilled as Matt grins, "...Probably did me a favor."

Lost in thought and a little sad, he drops his head to the bar and scratches the back of his neck.

missginnytonic.livejournal.com

Ginny laughs as she helps her Mum put up vegetables from the garden she goes to put them down in the basement and to her suprise She walks in to Milliways.

So here is a Teenage Red-headed witch with Many vegetables. She looks around to see if there is anyone she knows before just smiling shaking her head walking to a table putting them down.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom sits at a table in the center of the bar, drinking. There's a sleek book open in front of him; he has a pencil in his right hand, and appears to be doing sums.*

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Bar is pretty good at providing clothes. Wellard has used this fact, specially when visiting other worlds and times. Provide a date and place, and he usually then gets clothing of a suitable fashion that blends in.

Not so much this time. When Wellard asked for something suitable for a winter formal, in California of early 2007, he got a catalogue. Thankfully, its not a very thick catalogue, but at this moment, while sitting at a table and looking for the fifth time through pages of male teenage formal wear, Wellard is wondering if he cannot just get away with wearing a dress uniform.

It would make things easier on his end, at least.

the-h-star-r.livejournal.com

The Captain of the Team himself is here!

Homestar's occupying himself with a napkin that he's doodling on with a pen, looking to the left and right every so often to make sure no one who isn't supposed to see what he's working on can catch a peek.

Maybe if you ask him nice?

Or bribe him with marshmallows.

organicmeatbag.livejournal.com

Revan stayed longer than he had meant to and he woke up this morning knowing it was time to go back.

He says his goodbyes to Kira upstairs so that when he comes down, he doesn't have to stop at Bar to leave a note and he can sneak out quickly. And he does; he steps back into his galaxy and time and lets the door close softly behind him.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Quinn hasn't gone back yet.

No, he hasn't been staying away all this time; he just hasn't gone back yet. Time is not always linear in Milliways, not the way it should be; the link between the main Bar and the upstairs rooms is not always reliable, especially not where Quinn is concerned. More than once he's passed a night in his room and the rest of the Bar's passed a week or more. So as far as he's concerned, it's only just now the morning of the day that he and Creedy are supposed to go back to their world and rescue Eddie from that damn dragon, complete with that sword that... skeleton... Hogfather? gave him. Somehow.

It's occurring to him that something looks a little weird down here now by comparison with then, but he's not quite up to putting a finger on what. He just wants his breakfast before he goes and finds Creedy, who's probably out back under the trees or something.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

When he gets back to the condo after helping Michelle pack up Tony's things, it's obvious that Chris is still at work, the apartment silent, except for Coco's enthusiastic greeting. It's too silent, really, something he realizes quickly as he wanders around, looking for something to do. Something to take his mind off the memories packing up Tony's things had stirred up. He can't concentrate on TV or a book, can't settle to anything.

What he really wants, right now, is a drink.

Jack glances at the pantry door, the door leading to Milliways. He's not sure he's really going the be the best company at the moment, but he doesn't want to stay in the silence of the apartment. In Milliways it's always easier to forget things for a little while at least. There are enough distractions that he can talk with people, even smile and joke around a bit at times, putting his concerns aside for a moment.

As the silence closes in on him, the decision seems easy and he heads for the door to the bar, stepping into the noise and the light gratefully. heading for the bar he grabs a drink then makes for a table where he can keep an eye out for a few people.

He's there if anyone wants to stop and chat; he might not be in the greatest mood, but he's definitely looking for something to distract him from that.

firewitandhate.livejournal.com

There is a Norse deity of fire and deception in the bar.

He is looking fairly pleased with himself, or perhaps something else. He also has a cheap lighter the bar gave him, and he's flicking it on and off.

The observant may notice that he's only pressing the button, not producing sparks.

first-sixth.livejournal.com

Tommy's in the bar again, and he's discovered the joy of the couches. He's currently stretched out on one and taking full advantage of the heat radiating from the fireplace that it's in front of. He's got a large cup of coffee, a book, and a heavily-bandaged left hand - guess which one he's not particularly happy about.

The occasional wince indicates that his enjoyment of the heat is probably due to how it aids in relaxation, more than the warmth.

Bother away!

impulsivekid.livejournal.com

There is a red blur, zipping here, there, and everywhere, helping to egt people the drinks they need.

And of course, on the board "Your Server this Evening is:Bart!"

iustus_rex

Edmund has tea -- very nice tea, as usual here -- and one of Bar's equally nice dinners. Tea he can make credibly on his own, but ham and potatoes and greens like this are rather beyond his culinary expertise. Edmund tends to be a bit at sea with anything requiring more complicated preparation than "remove from package, heat and/or put on toast, and enjoy."

Yet another reason to make it to the Bar every so often. Particularly since with a job and no rent, he can't really call it too much of a splurge.

So he's sitting at a table, half of his attention on his dinner and half on his book, and attempting to not worry about things he can't control. (Example A: Kitty Pryde.)

It works about as well as it ever does.

But the food's still good.