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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:03 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
kitchen_maidSunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin' to you.]
[OOC: Some threads still ongoing.]
Aug. 16th, 2012
kitchen_maidSunbeams will soon smile through,
Good mornin', good mornin' to you.]
[OOC: Some threads still ongoing.]
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Aug. 16th, 2012 03:23 pmfriend_of_lucyThe door doesn't open all the way at first, it opens a crack and music, pan pipes and harps and singing voices and the noise of dancers comes through. Then it opens more as the click-clack of hooves grows louder and Tumnus enters playing his pipe and dancing.
Flowers are twined about in his hair and stuck in his fur as today has been a day to celebrate the fullness of Summer in Narnia. When the ground shifted, he looked down and around before laughing and continuing to play.
There's no magic in this music, its just full of life and meant for dancing to, he doesn't sit but moves through the Bar towards the back door.
(OOC: I have a job! Tumnus' music has no magical effects, its just wonderful music to dance to. Open until I say its not. :-))
Flowers are twined about in his hair and stuck in his fur as today has been a day to celebrate the fullness of Summer in Narnia. When the ground shifted, he looked down and around before laughing and continuing to play.
There's no magic in this music, its just full of life and meant for dancing to, he doesn't sit but moves through the Bar towards the back door.
(OOC: I have a job! Tumnus' music has no magical effects, its just wonderful music to dance to. Open until I say its not. :-))
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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:17 pmmissmarybennetToday, Mary Bennet’s table looks something like a primitive chemistry station.
There’s a kettle of water sitting on a hot plate, a thin stream of steam issuing from the spout. There are samples of plant matter—leaves, bark, roots, some berries—laid out in a neat row on the table; things that Mary has found outdoors here at Milliways and picked at random. And each sample has a corresponding bowl in which smashed and shredded bits of the plants soak in hot water along with scraps of white cotton.
It’s not really the proper method of dying, but Mary (wearing a large, well-worn apron over her dress) is mostly just curious to see what she gets.
Mary dips her fingers in one bowl and pulls out a scrap that’s been soaking for a bit. She gently shakes it to make it unfurl.
For a long moment, she just blinks at it.
The lurid purple she could have guessed at, given the color of the berries. But the pattern of bright pink hearts is rather unexpected.
Only in Milliways.
There’s a kettle of water sitting on a hot plate, a thin stream of steam issuing from the spout. There are samples of plant matter—leaves, bark, roots, some berries—laid out in a neat row on the table; things that Mary has found outdoors here at Milliways and picked at random. And each sample has a corresponding bowl in which smashed and shredded bits of the plants soak in hot water along with scraps of white cotton.
It’s not really the proper method of dying, but Mary (wearing a large, well-worn apron over her dress) is mostly just curious to see what she gets.
Mary dips her fingers in one bowl and pulls out a scrap that’s been soaking for a bit. She gently shakes it to make it unfurl.
For a long moment, she just blinks at it.
The lurid purple she could have guessed at, given the color of the berries. But the pattern of bright pink hearts is rather unexpected.
Only in Milliways.
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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:17 pmfor_his_friends[OOM: Just now:Call me, maybe?]
Remus, in a very un-shabby, not-his-own jacket, wasn't expecting the bar to turn up just inside the door to James' house.
But that's all right.
It gives him a minute (or sixty) to figure out what to make of the very puzzling piece of paper in his hands.
Before he has to explain it all to James and Sirius.
(Because he will have to explain it all to James and Sirius.)
He frowns harder at the paper.
Some kind of code?
Remus, in a very un-shabby, not-his-own jacket, wasn't expecting the bar to turn up just inside the door to James' house.
But that's all right.
It gives him a minute (or sixty) to figure out what to make of the very puzzling piece of paper in his hands.
Before he has to explain it all to James and Sirius.
(Because he will have to explain it all to James and Sirius.)
He frowns harder at the paper.
Some kind of code?
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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:27 pmmjolnir_retrieverThe door still isn't there for Thor. Not long ago, he would have raged and blustered and done something decisive and dramatic and stupid -- but no. Not now.
To be honest, he finds it hard to really care.
The rooms here are comfortable, and no stranger than Jane Foster's trailer or roof; the furniture is close to Asgardian, in fact, if simpler and not quite right. And Thor's people live for thousands of years -- he doesn't have a lot of patience, but he isn't human, and he doesn't get bored like a human.
But when he approaches Bar tonight, he's presented with a napkin full of orange writing.
...Well. Thor had heard of this. "I will gladly do my duty as host, Miss Bar," he says, a little dubiously, "but I know little of an innkeeper's customs."
More napkins.
With a lot of writing. It seems explanations are in order.
"Very well," Thor agrees, and vaults lightly over the bar.
A short time later, in large (but tidy) angular handwriting, the specials board reads:
Specials
Mead
Boilermaker
Coffee
Half price on these specials and on any drink unknown to me.
Every patron Thor's met has been either from Midgard or from a realm unknown to him. This seems a suitable selection.
He settles back, broad hands resting on the bartop.
[OOC: Closed to new threads with Thor, sorry! But please feel totally free to threadhop all you like with each other.]
To be honest, he finds it hard to really care.
The rooms here are comfortable, and no stranger than Jane Foster's trailer or roof; the furniture is close to Asgardian, in fact, if simpler and not quite right. And Thor's people live for thousands of years -- he doesn't have a lot of patience, but he isn't human, and he doesn't get bored like a human.
But when he approaches Bar tonight, he's presented with a napkin full of orange writing.
...Well. Thor had heard of this. "I will gladly do my duty as host, Miss Bar," he says, a little dubiously, "but I know little of an innkeeper's customs."
More napkins.
With a lot of writing. It seems explanations are in order.
"Very well," Thor agrees, and vaults lightly over the bar.
A short time later, in large (but tidy) angular handwriting, the specials board reads:
Mead
Boilermaker
Coffee
Half price on these specials and on any drink unknown to me.
Every patron Thor's met has been either from Midgard or from a realm unknown to him. This seems a suitable selection.
He settles back, broad hands resting on the bartop.
[OOC: Closed to new threads with Thor, sorry! But please feel totally free to threadhop all you like with each other.]
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Aug. 16th, 2012 08:59 pmwolfinsheclothingThe door swings open. On the other side is a wide field of sun-kissed wheat. It seems almost too perfect a scene, with the sheaves swaying back and forth in a gentle breeze. And with the door open, that breeze blows lightly through the bar. It carries a whiff of autumn air, tinged with the scent of sunshine. And then it is gone, the air stilling and the door swinging slowly shut, leaving behind only the memory of the harvest.
From behind a booth in one corner of the room a pair of furred and pointed ears slowly peek over the seat. They were followed by a head of reddish-brown hair. Then a pair of deep brown eyes which slowly, carefully swept across the bar.
Hmm... A room full of people. People who wore clothes.
She should probably find some. To fit in. Fortunately there is a large jacket of a design that she doesn't recognize sitting on the seat of the booth unattended. Perhaps the owner was coming back, but they would find themselves short one jacket.
Fortunately the owner of those ears and eyes was small enough that the jacket kept her covered. Even if the garment does feel odd.
Oh, and the jacket's owner also apparently failed to finish their meal. And perhaps that person was coming back, but they'd find themselves short a plate of bacon.
Slender fingers are licked daintily clean and a sly grin slowly spreads across a young woman's face. A long, bushy tail peeks from below the hem of the jacket, twitching back and forth in anticipation.
This place seems interesting.
From behind a booth in one corner of the room a pair of furred and pointed ears slowly peek over the seat. They were followed by a head of reddish-brown hair. Then a pair of deep brown eyes which slowly, carefully swept across the bar.
Hmm... A room full of people. People who wore clothes.
She should probably find some. To fit in. Fortunately there is a large jacket of a design that she doesn't recognize sitting on the seat of the booth unattended. Perhaps the owner was coming back, but they would find themselves short one jacket.
Fortunately the owner of those ears and eyes was small enough that the jacket kept her covered. Even if the garment does feel odd.
Oh, and the jacket's owner also apparently failed to finish their meal. And perhaps that person was coming back, but they'd find themselves short a plate of bacon.
Slender fingers are licked daintily clean and a sly grin slowly spreads across a young woman's face. A long, bushy tail peeks from below the hem of the jacket, twitching back and forth in anticipation.
This place seems interesting.
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Aug. 16th, 2012 09:36 pmcutting_edgex23[OOM-but-not: A quiet post-bartending conversation by the lake leads to the actual OOM:
So two aliens and a mutant walk out of a bar . . . ]
So two aliens and a mutant walk out of a bar . . . ]
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Aug. 16th, 2012 09:46 pmonceaviking Eric enters through the door, in a burst of lively dance music. It sounds like music fit for the Cotillion and it is abruptly cut off as the door closes.
He still looks all 1780 stylish, but the ensemble is new. He has been away from the Bar for a fortnight or so and have now arrived in Bath. And truth be told, he is not at all displeased to end up here rather than there.
He walks up to the Bar. After all, he might as well get a refreshment while he is here.
(ooc: tinytag: Eric Northman)
He still looks all 1780 stylish, but the ensemble is new. He has been away from the Bar for a fortnight or so and have now arrived in Bath. And truth be told, he is not at all displeased to end up here rather than there.
He walks up to the Bar. After all, he might as well get a refreshment while he is here.
(ooc: tinytag: Eric Northman)
