(no subject)

[srsbsnss.livejournal.com]

Aramis had spent the day outside in the spring air in quiet contemplation. He said a few prayers near the lake, asking for strength and guidance in his duties and protection for the King and his brothers in arms.

Now he was in the bar, sitting with a fine Chablis wine, and a simple meal of bread and cheese at a table. He was also reading a book of psalms, and occasionally saying some lines out loud to himself.

Wait, those passages sound more like it's from the Song of Solomon or Song of Songs.

"Your lips drop sweetness as the honeycomb, my bride;
milk and honey are under your tongue."

[tiny tag of devoted but could be sinful: Aramis]

Nightmares Realized

[sunbaked_baker]

OOM: No longer Bound, Sunshine returns home from the bar, only to find herself rather violently overtaken by events.


(Possible warnings for the second link for disturbing imagery and blood. Lots of blood.)


Tiny Terrified Tag of Trembling and Tribulation: Sunshine

(no subject)

[c-cethegus-caes.livejournal.com]

In his day tabernae did not have libraries. It is a pleasant surprise that this one has.

Cethegus sits in a quiet corner with another glass of his favourite wine and slowly turns the pages of a large book. From time to time his lips twitch, or his eyebrows raise. Sometimes he sighs. Occasionally he chuckles. Once he startles himself with a crack of laughter.

Who would have ever thought that Gibbon's 'Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire' could be so entertaining?

(no subject)

[acts_of_gord]

It's a fine and only moderately damp Scottish morning out behind Milliways, so Gordon's down at the practice range with most of his weapons. Without the HEV suit to make the burden easier, it took three trips.

No, he does not see anything unusual about having that many firearms.

At any rate, he's mostly shooting at human-shaped targets, primarily for headshots but also the occasional central torso shot. Any demon bunnies that wander by may find themselves victims of the need to hit moving targets. Any patrons who wander my are advised to do so from behind, preferably during reloading. He's interruptable, honest!



[tinytag: Gordon Freeman, Barney Calhoun]

Switcheroo

[7twistedwishes]

It is a bright Sunday morning, and Weyland Smith is in Milliways, enjoying a tall mug of coffee.

For certain levels of enjoying, this is Weyland, after all.

He also seem to be perusing a book (Metal Smithing: Secrets of the Trade) with a much critical eye, and if he were not who he is, the so-called forge-god would be smirking at the arrogance of mortal authors.

Instead, he seems to be slightly annoyed.



[ Plot! ]

(no subject)

[stilljustandrew]

Out of Milliways:

In Andrew's world, it's still early February.

And something is starting to happen.

(no subject)

[gorgonfondness]

Mia has been making the typical rounds of a person who just came back after a three year absence. Rediscovering places, things, people, all with an almost childlike eagerness.

She's currently rediscovering one of her favorite drinks, the purple cow, while sitting by the fireplace and browsing through today's Daily Prophet. Today being Draco's time. Well, things are looking much, much better. Harry and Ron appear to be on good paths. The school is getting along fine.

Maybe it will be okay for her to visit with Draco...

(no subject)

[dragonofgrey.livejournal.com]

It been a long time, even for three years, but Draco was out back in the Scottish spring air doing something he rather missed doing in this kind of setting. A ride on his broom, skimming over the treetops and the lake. Occasionally flying low over the meadows, fields and garden to see what he had missed.

Be easy enough to wave to him to garner attention from the wizard.

(no subject)

[a1enzo]

[[OOM: Exams are going well. Nothing to worry about.

Nothing at all.]]

(no subject)

[shadowsusannah.livejournal.com]

[OOC: OOM:

I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no resistance

(whatever you want is all right by me)]

Happy Hour

[nothawkingbird.livejournal.com]

Things had been troubled with her and Will. She felt it was necessary doing this though. Needed.
She stopped by the bar to leave a note for Marian to ask her for a favor when she got a note from the bar.

"Really? Me? You sure it's not for Will?"

Another napkin confirmed it.

"All right, enjoy your break. Got it from here."

She got behind the bar, and quickly wrote up a sign.

(Non-alcoholic) Happy Hour

Special on teas, hot chocolate, or frozen hot chocolate.

Free drinks to anyone who wants to try the purple hot chocolate. (Which even turns purple)

"All right, happy hour's open."


[tiny tag: Coreen Fennel]
(ooc: open now until around midnight EDT. closed and going into slowtime, thanks all!)

(no subject)

[notascreensaver]

Between running her shop and Game duty, AndrAIa's been feeling a bit run down and overworked as of late; so when Milliways shows up instead of her office at work, she eagerly steps inside. Making a beeline for the bar, she eases herself onto a stool while ordering a Null and Void.

Botherable.

(no subject)

[aaaaaaaagh_sky]

Ellen sacked out on one of the couches last night, as she was a bit low on caps. This morning she went to the refrigerator where she'd stashed a mirelurk's worth of meat, weighed it out, and told the Bar that she was willing to sell the lot of it to the kitchen for however many caps were appropriate. Given that mirelurk meat is essentially crab meat writ very, very large, and that Ellen made a point of extracting any meat that didn't look like an organ when she butchered the thing that attacked her, she's got a nice little pile of caps now.

You'd think she'd be willing to order something a little more upscale than hot dogs, green beans, and soda. *sigh* Oh well. One post-nuke survivor in an armored jump suit, at your service.



[tinytag: Ellen (Vault 101 Dweller)]

Switcheroo

[mechanicalswans]

One not-Devil, at the bar.

One not-Devil, with organic, non-mechanical hands for the first time in longer than she can remember. It's a good thing that she's supposed to be acting like the Devil, because she is physically unable to do her usual work in this form.

What does she do all day?

She has no idea. Looking for a distraction seems like a good enough place to start.

[tinytags: weyland] [plot info here. open until it falls off the page]

(no subject)

[vance_prime]

Inhale. Exhale.

Alyx has a lot on her mind, these days.

Inhale. Exhale.

Her father. Gordon. The Resistance. The Borealis. The PCV. The gray-faced bastard watching everything from behind the curtain. And that's just a start.

Inhale. Exhale.

It can be--it is--overwhelming. Every once in a while, she needs to take a break and clear her head.

Inhale. Exhale.

Thus, she is sitting outside on the grass, in the lotus position, breathing in the evening air and trying to meditate the way Charlie showed her.

Inhale. Exhale.

It's... sort of working, anyway.

[Open for tags until it falls off the page. tinytag: Alyx Vance, Annabelle Newfield, Charlie Monroe]

(no subject)

[ofthefamily]

[1919, while traveling:

Carlisle is...remembering, more than anything else. Remembering when people spent days staring at a half-painted canvas, needing something to be absolutely perfect. There was no margin for error in the depiction of their concept of beauty.

There are days when Carlisle misses that kind of precision.

The painting is just a woman dipping a pail into a running stream through a wooded area.]

[tinytag: carlisle cullen]

(no subject)

[waysthingsare.livejournal.com]

Careful, bar denizens: if anyone was planning on sitting in a chair by the fire tonight, they should check for occupants first.

This is because Barty is curled up in one, and happens to be small enough to be unnoticeable from behind (or even the side, if someone isn't paying attention).

Barty certainly wouldn't protest unless he was actually sat upon, though. He's halfway through Tom Swift and the Electric Hydrolung, and is completely enthralled in the daring plot.

Outer space! Missiles! Deep sea adventure! Brungarian fiends!

What more could a two-year-old want out of his reading experience? (It even has pictures.)

Do come bother him--Barty will be happy to babble about the contents of the book to anyone who wants to listen.

[tiny genius tag: Barty Lampion]

(no subject)

[glenview7537.livejournal.com]

It was another very long day of work, and Philip Marlowe was in real need of a drink and some rest.

Milliways appearing at the regular place again is a welcome event; the detective makes his way to a table and orders whiskey on the rocks.

Botherable, just after the first drink.



[ Philip Marlowe, Turanga Leela, Vert ]

(no subject)

[hero_farmboy]

It didn't take all that long to figure out everything that had happened while he was gone. Lana wasn't overly forthcoming, but he couldn't blame her for that. But between her and Chloe, Clark knew what he needed to.

And knew there was somewhere he had to go and something he had to set right.

So he's in Milliways tonight, looking for a certain someone.


[tiny deific tag: Eirene]

(no subject)

[ikissdhimbck]

[OOM:






You've got such a pretty smile
It's a shame the things you hide behind it
Let 'em go
Give it up for a while
Let 'em free and we will both go find it


Tell me how you really feel
Tell me what is on the inside of you
All the somethings you conceal
Only keep away the ones who love you

Mild warnings for 19th century narrow-mindedness, and HTML formatted for a resolution of 1024x768 (if it matters?).]

[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow]