May. 15th, 2013

vance_prime: (with Gordon)
[personal profile] vance_prime
There is a family picnic in progress out by the lake.

They've got quite a spread set out: fruit salad, egg salad, sandwich fixings, a vegetable tray, chips, and other sorts of things one would expect for a picnic.

There's also cupcakes with birthday candles, but they're still stashed in a Tupperware container for later.

Come give your happy returns to the twins or just steal some food.
mogget_cat: (h-smirk)
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There's music in the bar today. But not theme music; thankfully, Yrael had missed all that racket, preferring to sleep through it all.

This is real music, composed and played in the same moment, without hesitation or false note. It insinuates its way through the background noise of the bar, sidling up to its listeners and giving a reassuring smile when they actually begin to notice it. Yrael's music is beautiful, as fine and delicate as crystal, and just as sharp. The Bright Shiner currently appears to be an albino young man, dressed in clothes as starkly white as his hair. He plays with his green eyes half-closed, a faint smile turning up the corners of his pale lips.

Beside the piano's empty music stand, an elegant green quill inscribes the music as it is played, catching every grace note and crescendo, every fluttering baroque trill and tempo change, setting them down on the previously blank music paper.
herr_bookman: (glasses)
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A simple glance at Autor today will show him sitting at the bar, drinking his normal tea, with a pale face no longer painted with broad strokes of injury, but exhaustion.

Closer observation reveals the effort it takes for him to concentrate on writing his notes, despite his sharp-eyed, irritable gaze on the pages.
death_gone_mad: Close up of Yasmin Abd El Aziz, Amascuts PB (audience with the goddess)
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The front door isn't so much a front door when the young (by whose count?) woman who has been introducing herself a Sarah Black enters. It is more of a curtain that gets pushed aside by the blade of a sword. Well, it is more of a svärdstav, actually. A Staff of Light, specifically.

Well, it isn't her house in Pollnivneach but it will do. At least she doesn't have to check around every corner for intruders now. That is Security's problem, because she's in Milliways now and anyone stupid enough to attack her would be breaking the rules of the place. Security here is awful lax about cats, though.

So, at a booth near a wall so that she can prop up the staff-sword, she kicks off her sandals and rests her legs on the booth while she fiddles with a small tongue of flame dancing on the right hands index finger while she holds a cigar in her left. There is a complicated ritual that comes before lighting a cigar, and thanks to the ritual, Sarah or who ever she is has finally learned finesse when it comes to fire spells. Plus there are bits of the holy herb marrentil mixed in with whatever plant she found on her world to stand in for tobacco. At least some ritual should be conducted. Humans like to burn marrentil when they ask favors from the gods, after all. But why would they do such a silly thing if they didn't see positive results?

But it's not like Sarah is a goddess or anything. Nope! Completely human - red hair, sun-kissed skin, red irises and all. She just likes the smell of the stuff.

A waitrat will come along eventually. Until then she is content to just lounge at the booth and smoke.

If you see any cats approach please be a dear and do shoo them away. A waitrat may never approach her otherwise!
daringyoungman: ([Dick] gargoyle in training)
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Features art from Batman: Dark Victory by Tim Sale. Warning: contains death and shock.

[DCU!Dick]
stuck_mynock: (Default)
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Sometimes, an Atton.

He's sprawled on the sofa, absently cleaning his lightsaber - a process that involves having most of the parts floating above him as he works. He has his Security badge pinned to the back of his glove.

Botherable.