Mar. 25th, 2013
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Mar. 25th, 2013 05:39 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
knightoftheswanSometimes there's nothing, nothing to be done and nothing left to feel. No matter what comes, Lohengrin can't find any response. His insides feel dull, numb to both barbs and salves. Days have become mechanical, staying alive for no clear reason. It doesn't much matter where he is, his quarters at home or the sofa he's reclining across now in Milliways. Everything might as well be the same for all he cares.
Life keeps happening around the Knight but he doesn't participate.
Life keeps happening around the Knight but he doesn't participate.
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Mar. 25th, 2013 08:52 pmkitchen_maidThere are, Amy will admit, occasional advantages to the ridiculous amount of fabric that goes into one of her gowns. For one thing, it can be quite warm when one needs to be out of doors on an unseasonably cool day.
For another, it is quite handy when one is not quite ready to have the entire Court aware that the Queen is, once again, in what the Council insists on calling "a delicate condition." Which Amy does prefer to keep to herself as long as possible, because while she appreciates that one does not wish to take unnecessary chances with the woman carrying a potential -- if long shot, at this point -- heir to the throne of Ambergeldar, she's still perfectly capable of walking from her parlor to the banquet hall without assistance, thank you.
But there comes a time when yards and yards of fabric are not enough, and the news is out, and while the term baby bump won't reach Ambergeldar for centuries, Amy's has been quite the talk of the palace today. (And she had to wave off assistance from one squire, two knights, a footman, the Chancellor, and her secretary between the Council Chamber and the Royal Nursery.)
So this evening finds her quite happy to escape gossip, chatter, and unsolicited and unnecessary (if kindly meant) assistance and hide out at the end of the universe for a bit, with a pot of tea and a plate of hot cross buns.
She'd be more than happy to share.
For another, it is quite handy when one is not quite ready to have the entire Court aware that the Queen is, once again, in what the Council insists on calling "a delicate condition." Which Amy does prefer to keep to herself as long as possible, because while she appreciates that one does not wish to take unnecessary chances with the woman carrying a potential -- if long shot, at this point -- heir to the throne of Ambergeldar, she's still perfectly capable of walking from her parlor to the banquet hall without assistance, thank you.
But there comes a time when yards and yards of fabric are not enough, and the news is out, and while the term baby bump won't reach Ambergeldar for centuries, Amy's has been quite the talk of the palace today. (And she had to wave off assistance from one squire, two knights, a footman, the Chancellor, and her secretary between the Council Chamber and the Royal Nursery.)
So this evening finds her quite happy to escape gossip, chatter, and unsolicited and unnecessary (if kindly meant) assistance and hide out at the end of the universe for a bit, with a pot of tea and a plate of hot cross buns.
She'd be more than happy to share.
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Mar. 25th, 2013 08:58 pmtangoesquePerhaps the bar isn't above putting in an Imprint order every now and then. Or at least taking advantage of others' fantasy Tango to get in a little quality resting time.
Sherry Winters is behind the bar tonight, all smiles and Southern charm. Sure, she's still a little confused by this bar's existence, but if there's one thing she knows, it's booze. She's got this all settled out.
Specials
Have a little chat with the bartender, and we'll see. ;)
Happy Hour is open!
Tinytag: Tango
Sherry Winters is behind the bar tonight, all smiles and Southern charm. Sure, she's still a little confused by this bar's existence, but if there's one thing she knows, it's booze. She's got this all settled out.
Have a little chat with the bartender, and we'll see. ;)
Happy Hour is open!
Tinytag: Tango
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Mar. 25th, 2013 10:29 pmthekidfrombrooklynWhen Steve sits at the bar to get supper, the Bar gives him a note. He's pleased when he sees who it's from.
And then he reads it.
He gets out his sketchbook and opens it to a blank page, but beyond Dear Lt. Gaeta there are no words on it.
(There are the beginning of a few drawings. One, dark-skinned and -eyed, curly-haired. The other, lighter eyes and a cocky smile.)
[ooc: Open till it scrolls.]
And then he reads it.
He gets out his sketchbook and opens it to a blank page, but beyond Dear Lt. Gaeta there are no words on it.
(There are the beginning of a few drawings. One, dark-skinned and -eyed, curly-haired. The other, lighter eyes and a cocky smile.)
[ooc: Open till it scrolls.]
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Mar. 25th, 2013 10:49 pmorange_lilyYugo is sprawled on the sofa, stretched out so that he covers it in its entirety, with a newspaper in one hand (headline 'SOLAR ECLIPSE MAY BE PLANETARY ALIGNMENT: Police urging people to be calm, but cautious.')
In the other, there's a self-help book entitled 'How to protect yourself from monsters in fifty easy steps', which he appears to be peering at with some bemused incredulity.
Botherable.
In the other, there's a self-help book entitled 'How to protect yourself from monsters in fifty easy steps', which he appears to be peering at with some bemused incredulity.
Botherable.
