The Long and Winding Road

[howling_laugh]

[OOM: And still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.]




OOC: Warning for some blood and violence in this one.

Happy new year!

[venusadept_2]

[OOC: Millitimed to a few hours ago]

It is still dark when Felix leaves the bar and the lake behind. He heads for the mountain that looks nearest and begins to climb.

He reaches the top some time later, when the sky is light but the sun is still below the horizon. He takes a moment to rest; then, at the moment the sun appears, he stands up, holds his arms out in front of him, and begins to sing.

There are no words in the song, but the tune is joyous. It seems to tell of light and rebirth and new beginnings, of stepping boldly into a new world.

Shortly the song is over, and the sun is fully above the horizon. Felix begins to go back down the mountain.

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[longlonghair]

Rapunzel is looking forward to the New Year. She's always interested and amused by the new outlook many try to take at this time of year. Resolutions, promises, goals...some serious and some frivolous; it often shines through in their expressions. She wonders if she should make any, herself.

She goes to the bar to get a pot of tea and a cup, then retreats to a table with a good view of the room. She pours a cup and lifts it to her lips as she looks around.

The door.

The door is there, ans she can see it.

Suddenly, her hand his shaking, and the cup is rattling against the saucer as she stares unnerved at the door that hasn't been seen by her in four years.

God help her.

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[noteful]

[OOM: New Year's Day, 1990: You are the best thing that's ever been mine.]

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[architekt]

When Annabeth enters the bar this afternoon, there's a letter waiting for her.

It comes to her as a surprise because she hadn't been expecting mail or anything. Not unless Thalia needed to drop her a note.

(The writing isn't hers, though.)

It's unfamiliar at first, but the scrawl is really neat, written on old-fashioned parchment paper (which, she guesses, is what wizards use on his world).

It doesn't even take her half as long to get through because of the penmanship.

And, confirming her guess, it's signed 'Scorpius Malfoy'.


"Hey, Bar? Could I get some paper and a pen?"

She doesn't know just how much time has passed between this visit and her last, and there's no date on the letter to indicate anything either. But she hopes it hasn't been long. It would really be awful if he'd been waiting for a reply for ages.

Though, with any luck, he might be here right now ...

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[cant_kim]

[OOM: After an altercation in London ends badly for Kim, she spends a few months recovering]

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[lady_bols]

[after this

OOM: Well, I couldn't love you more, just couldn't love you more...*

*all dialogue taken from Ashes To Ashes, 3x01]

tiny tag: Alex Drake

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This time when Charles steps in, he looks a little more...disheveled than the last time, tie a little askew and lipstick smudges on the side of his neck. The door hasn't shut behind him yet, still opened to the glimpse of a well-furnished apartment in rich colors.

He's still smiling, though, obviously not upset with whatever left him in such a state. As he pulls the tie off and lets it drop just the other side of the door, Charles realizes he's here again, just in time for the door to shut and vanish.

This is the only development that has him stunned speechless, thus far.

The Not- So-Great Escape

[not_sinister]

Also known as,"You mean there was partying and we weren't here to catch it?"

Naitachal and Eliathanis seem to be out of breath. This is because they (and the rest of their party) were running from guards. There is what looks like a large, rolled up ball of fabric under Naitachal's arm. This is because that large, rolled up ball? Used to be the fancy noble-looking robes he and Eli had been given just the other day by the Count. Whose forces they're currently running from.

Why are they running? That's a long story... ( You can find it under this cut. )

The Bar is the last thing they're expecting.

...However, it could possibly be the best thing to happen to them, in this situation. These two need a break!

...Hey, isn't that a really large stack of wrapped presents? 

The nosy Nitathil investigates.

Huh. The first gift seems to have his name on it. :D Heyyy, what is it? 
"To Naitachal, from Zak. From one dark elf to another, this may be useful to you."
It takes some unwrapping, but Naitachal finally manages to extract... A silk shirt in a brilliant red, and a dagger. With a vial of poison.
And another note. "Please distribute the other gifts for me, I am.. getting my balance back. Also, later, may have to train rambunctious animal not to eat my boots. Or his owner's things for that matter."

There are plenty of parcels in here.( Do you want to poke around to see if you have any? )

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[scurlock]

There is a drunk cowboy in the bar tonight -- he's been drinking since he woke up, probably has been drunk since noon, and he has no intention of changing that current state of being anytime in the forseeable future.

(And given that his vision of the future is currently blurry and slightly off-kilter, it's not likely that it would change on its own anyway.)

He's staked out a barstool near the end of the bar, and he's drinking shots of whiskey. Pacing himself (he has been all day) and taking his time to contemplate whatever might be running through his head before each drink.

The current thought?

Definitely not fit for the ears of any youngsters.



[Botherable and will be open for a few days. Doc's not in the best of moods, to say the least, but as it is New Year's...I had to put him in.]

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[fiery_ring]

[oom: The summer of fun rapidly turns serious.]