(no subject)

[never_shall_yield]

 After this:

As a rule, all our anxieties and troubles come from misunderstanding our own nature.

'Take it or leave it. Sir.'



 

 

[OOC: No warnings on this one. Annnd, we're done. Thanks to everyone who's been reading, and leaving comments. <333]

(no subject)

[never_shall_yield]

After this:


He does not look left or right, or to the window, or to the bar. He pays no mind to whether any injuries are visible, or what people might think if they are. He does not care about the state of his clothes. He does not stop for food, or drink, nor seek any distraction. He does not consider the work he has neglected for almost a week, now.

He just walks through the middle of the bar, to the stairs, and out of sight. 






[OOC: Not for tagging, thanks. Just establishing him being back in-bar - though anyone's free to notice he's come back (relatively) safely. He'll have an EP tomorrow. <333]

OOM: Kate Barlow | Tommy Gavin

[ikissdhimbck]

[Upstairs:



Life's as good as it gets
When there's no regrets
Oh, no regrets

Dinner, a little light reading, and getting a few worries out of the way in time for silliness and laughter. Warnings for ridiculousness, schmoop, and terrible warfare. Millitimed to some point prior to Tommy's fight with Voodoo.]

(no subject)

[vance_prime]

A woman and her two children are doing yoga in the open space in front of the fireplace.

Well, the woman is doing yoga. The children, being only fifteen months old, are trying to imitate their mother with limited success.

(no subject)

[crossbowkillshot]

Daryl happens to be sitting at a random table, leaning back a bit. This is probably the first time that most don't see him with his crossbow right at his side as it's on the chair across from him. In front of him is a cup of coffee, black, just the way he likes it and he keeps his eye around him. He's totally bug-able and not as tense as usual so come on by!

(no subject)

[never_shall_yield]

He has slept most of the day. He wakes up as numb as he was before. It is well. It will allow some necessary things to be done - to dress in normal clothes, with a cravat to cover the marks at his neck; to write a letter to Queen Amy, apologising for his absence and returning a week's wage; to eat a meal and think nothing of it.

He can do none of these things. His hand is too swollen to tie a knot, to hold a pen or a knife. He settles for a simple white shirt, fastened awkwardly with a pin at the throat, and does not look at himself in the mirror. And then wanders downstairs, and chooses a chair directly in front of the Observation Window.

This is not Purgatory, and the exploding stars are not there to mock him. He still hates them. But he can feel nothing, so why not look upon the view? They seem a rather suitable backdrop for his lack of thoughts. 



[OOC: Open until the weekend!

ETA: Hokay, exhaustion is winning the battle. I'm calling slows because ugh, work tomorrow. And I can't type straight. THANK YOU TO ALL WHO TAGGED. I have love for you. *flings it* I'll be around tomorrow to continue <3 <3 ]

(no subject)

[damncompass]

[OOM: Think of the bullshit we've all been through
Think of what's past because we can do better!
We can do better!
We can do better than that!

In which Joshua does some Regent Business.]

(no subject)

[abitofawildman]

The note is waiting for him when Bumi finally makes it over towards Bar. It doesn't catch his eye until he's already in the process of slipping out of his heavy koala-sheep wool United Forces coat.

"What's all the then, eh?" he asks as he undoes the scarf at his neck.

The characters on the napkin shift and then reform.

"And what's in it for me, exactly?"

A large platter of blubbered turtle-seal jerky appears on her top.

"You, Sifu Bar, drive a hard bargain."

The coat comes fully off, as does the scarf. Bumi's rolls up his shirt sleeves as he rounds Bar and comes to stand behind her.

"Bar's open," he says to the room at large.

(no subject)

[scurlock]

The forests of that cover the expanse out behind the bar are similar enough to those found on the southern edge of Colorado that when he and Nova first cross over the threshold into the end of the universe, Doc doesn't really notice any change - it's the horse that senses the shift first. The animal quickens his pace in the general direction of the stables, and it's only once Doc catches sight of the lake through the treeline that he realizes they've wandered into Milliways.

He'll blame the trepidation that had been plaguing his thoughts for the last several weeks out on the trail for his distraction - Colorado wasn't his ideal choice for where he'd liked to have been headed, but given the way the list of states he was wanted in had grown over the last few years, uncharted territory was his only option that remained.

It's with an automatic series of motions that Doc stables his horse and ensures the animal is brushed, fed, and watered - he checks the rest of the stock as well, though it isn't with his usual attention to detail that he does so. He puts up all of his tack and shoulders the one bag that contains what little he's been traveling with, then heads for the bar once he's secured the barn for the night.

He walks slowly along the path that winds past the lake, his steps deliberate - a little too deliberate, though unless a person were to be familiar with Doc's mannerisms one might just think he was tired. To his friends and those familiar, however, they might notice the stiffness in his right leg and the tension in his upper body that would indicate that he's walking a little bit wounded, tonight.

(At least there are no open bullet or stab wounds to deal with, this evening?)

Doc makes it to the back door and heads into the bar with only a bit of hesitation - he really just wants to get a drink and head for his apartment in the staff wing, but knows he likely won't get away with just a bottle of bourbon if Bar has anything to say about it.

So he can be found tonight at a table near the doorway that leads to the infirmary and staff hallway, with a tall glass of water (iced) and a shorter glass of bourbon (straight), as well as a meal of slow-cooked beef with vegetables, mashed potatoes, and biscuits on the side.


[OOC: Botherable, and feel free to have your character catch him either outside on his way back in from the stables or while he's in the bar having dinner - he may not be the best conversationalist right now especially to those he doesn't know, but I don't mind tags from new pups. :) Open through the week.]