May. 24th, 2012
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ginsu_masterEarly morning work outs mean Leo is less likely to run into other people, he's found. The earlier, the better. (People are strange: sunrises are beautiful! Everyone should see them more often.)
The Scottish areas around the outside are starting to get warm. That means that Leo has sadly put away his favorite sweaters (all the sweaters are his favorite, honestly). His swords, inside their sheaths, are on his discarded tank top and shoes. He is squatting by the lake shore, splashing lake water on his face and hair.
He is pretty content with the world. Now, should there be tea? Or a lap around the lake? Decisions!
[tiny tag: April Ludgate]
The Scottish areas around the outside are starting to get warm. That means that Leo has sadly put away his favorite sweaters (all the sweaters are his favorite, honestly). His swords, inside their sheaths, are on his discarded tank top and shoes. He is squatting by the lake shore, splashing lake water on his face and hair.
He is pretty content with the world. Now, should there be tea? Or a lap around the lake? Decisions!
[tiny tag: April Ludgate]
Sir Palamedes - SotINF - Main Bar
May. 24th, 2012 12:53 pmolive_and_cloveIt has been a few weeks for Sir Palamedes since he has been to Milliways. Dressed in leathers and a cloak (with a claymore strapped to his back), he limps in clutching his right arm closely to his body and for the first time since finding this strange shadowrealm he is at ease...well as much ease as he allows himself. Guinevere has been safely delivered to a nunnery (as she requested) and Lohot (her son with Arthur) was to be crowned within the fortnight; for now his duty is satisfied.
He orders himself a lunch of many Persian dishes and flat breads and a tankard of ale to wash it down. He'd likely welcome conversation as well.
[tiny tag: Sir Palamedes]
He orders himself a lunch of many Persian dishes and flat breads and a tankard of ale to wash it down. He'd likely welcome conversation as well.
[tiny tag: Sir Palamedes]
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May. 24th, 2012 01:38 pmgavin62truckOh look, it's your friendly neighborhood off-duty firefighter who's just received a note from Bar, reminding him that his tab has increased at a startling rate, thanks to numerous purchases of alcohol and food, plus an additional amount equal to one month's rent.
"What the hell?"
...He's...still somewhat friendly?
"Jeezus. Fine."
He pockets his sunglasses, sheds his jacket, and goes behind the bar, dutifully ignoring the sharp ache of want that twists his gut.
SPECIALS
Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)
Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)
Hey, it worked the last time. He really shouldn't even be offering a discount because of the tab, but dammit, he has to take the edge off sobriety somehow.
[OOC: Annnnd let the slowtimes begin!]
[tags: Sir Palamedes]
"What the hell?"
...He's...still somewhat friendly?
"Jeezus. Fine."
He pockets his sunglasses, sheds his jacket, and goes behind the bar, dutifully ignoring the sharp ache of want that twists his gut.
Guinness (Irish dry stout a.k.a. beer)
Bushmills (Irish whiskey)
Johnnie Walker (Scotch whiskey)
Baileys Irish Cream (what it says)
Ladies! Get 50% off any drink if you kiss the bartender!
(location of kiss negotiable)
Hey, it worked the last time. He really shouldn't even be offering a discount because of the tab, but dammit, he has to take the edge off sobriety somehow.
[OOC: Annnnd let the slowtimes begin!]
[tags: Sir Palamedes]
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May. 24th, 2012 03:37 pmforgottenmotleyThe Fool, after some thinking - which is never a good thing - posts a sign up on the notice board. Once this is done, he goes and sits by the fireplace hoping that someone will help him with his puppy problem.
( the sign )
( the sign )
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May. 24th, 2012 05:11 pmvance_primeAlyx hasn't been seen in Milliways for a little while now. There's a good reason for that.
Two good reasons, actually.
Both of which are dozing in makeshift baby seats on the couch on either side of her, with nametag stickers on their onesies.
Hello, my name is Eli Barney Freeman, says the nametag on the baby on her left.
Hello, my name is Hope Annabelle Freeman, says the nametag on the baby on her right.
Their mother is pretty close to falling asleep herself. It's not often that the twins are both napping at the same time; it would be downright criminal not to take advantage of the situation.
Come say hi to the Vance-Freeman twins, if you dare.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls, but subject to frequent slowtimes.]
Two good reasons, actually.
Both of which are dozing in makeshift baby seats on the couch on either side of her, with nametag stickers on their onesies.
Hello, my name is Eli Barney Freeman, says the nametag on the baby on her left.
Hello, my name is Hope Annabelle Freeman, says the nametag on the baby on her right.
Their mother is pretty close to falling asleep herself. It's not often that the twins are both napping at the same time; it would be downright criminal not to take advantage of the situation.
Come say hi to the Vance-Freeman twins, if you dare.
[ooc: Open until it scrolls, but subject to frequent slowtimes.]
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May. 24th, 2012 08:24 pmmissmarybennetMary has never been a skilled rider. During her disastrous one and only lesson, the family pony had left her in a heap on the ground and she had steadfastly refused to go near a saddle again, content to either ride in a rig or walk.
But now there’s Milliways. A brave new world full of opportunities, a stable of horses, and an acquaintance with a certain Queen of Ambergeldar who happened to have a well-trained, proper lady’s mount stabled at the End of the Universe, and who had bade Mary to make use of her if she wished.
So, Mary is, at this moment, standing in the aisle of the Milliways stables having a serious conversation with a pretty brown mare.
“Now, Dar, I trust you’ll not attempt to throw me off. Or run away with me on your back. Or step on me. Or shy and jump. Or sweep me under a tree branch. Or do anything that will cause me to break a limb….”
Dar, fully tacked up in bridle and side saddle, is listening patiently. Any minute now, Mary will work up the courage to take her outside to the mounting block and actually get on.
Any minute now.
But now there’s Milliways. A brave new world full of opportunities, a stable of horses, and an acquaintance with a certain Queen of Ambergeldar who happened to have a well-trained, proper lady’s mount stabled at the End of the Universe, and who had bade Mary to make use of her if she wished.
So, Mary is, at this moment, standing in the aisle of the Milliways stables having a serious conversation with a pretty brown mare.
“Now, Dar, I trust you’ll not attempt to throw me off. Or run away with me on your back. Or step on me. Or shy and jump. Or sweep me under a tree branch. Or do anything that will cause me to break a limb….”
Dar, fully tacked up in bridle and side saddle, is listening patiently. Any minute now, Mary will work up the courage to take her outside to the mounting block and actually get on.
Any minute now.
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May. 24th, 2012 08:32 pmbalancingmindsIn an amount of time that Charles is trying to not think too hard about, he's going to have to hand in and present his thesis. He knows that all of his work is solid but he would still like it to be over. Work has always been the way he handles nervousness, so he's been going between the library and the flat as he makes certain everything is in order. This means he hasn't seen as much of Raven as he'd like, but he'll find time soon.
There hasn't been quite as much time to keep his thoughts as calm as he'd like and Milliways is useful for that. Here he can work and amidst the chatter of quite different minds, sort out what he needs to focus one. Thus he's taken over a table with his his editing work along with a pot of tea and the remains of a sandwich.
Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Red Riding Hood
OOC: Charles is not actively listening to the minds around him. He's basically letting the sounds of the Bar in terms of thoughts and conversation be his background noise. In your tag, please give a sense of your character's thoughts, but he won't be actively concentrating on listening until a thread has begun.
Warning for slight adult themes near the end of the Iris' thread.
There hasn't been quite as much time to keep his thoughts as calm as he'd like and Milliways is useful for that. Here he can work and amidst the chatter of quite different minds, sort out what he needs to focus one. Thus he's taken over a table with his his editing work along with a pot of tea and the remains of a sandwich.
Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Red Riding Hood
OOC: Charles is not actively listening to the minds around him. He's basically letting the sounds of the Bar in terms of thoughts and conversation be his background noise. In your tag, please give a sense of your character's thoughts, but he won't be actively concentrating on listening until a thread has begun.
Warning for slight adult themes near the end of the Iris' thread.
