AU Week Sariel Rager

[visible_sariel]

The door opens. A little girl starts to step through, then pauses.

"Ooh," she says. "Alexandre, we can't."

The black cat circling her ankles glances up. "{Yes we can. Our parents said} be very careful if we find the portal thing and they aren't nearby, not that we can't go in at all."

The little girl - maybe six, maybe a small seven - looks a touch uncertain, but nods. "... {That's true.} Okay."

The sight of the cat turning into a large brown moth and fluttering onto the child's shoulder as she steps over the threshold and closes the door on her upstairs hallway might make some people stare. For anyone with a daemon, however, that's just business as usual when kids are around.

((OOC: Straight up daemon AU for Sariel Rager. In addition, this Sariel is on the high side of six, so her daemon obviously hasn't settled yet. This version's been to the bar once or twice before, but I'd honestly prefer that people tagging haven't previously met her AU self. I'm not around during the day due to work, but wanted to get this posted. Open all weekend.))

{Regular Eric Northman }

[onceaviking]

There is a quiet vampire in the bar tonight.

He's got a book but he isn't reading.

AU - Sunshine

[sunbaked_baker]

Raven Blaise comes through into the bar room laughing over her shoulder at something someone called out to her, the words already swallowed up by the pulsing music and the sound of the crowd beyond the door. She steps lightly into the bar from the party, wearing a tight black vest over a bright tangerine-colored bra, a pair of artfully-ripped jeans in blazing red, and an elaborate feather headdress. Despite it being a mild spring evening on the other side of the door, the residual warmth of alcohol and the rush of the dance floor has left a thin sheen of sweat across her face.

Milliways' appearance may be a sign that water should be her next drink, if she's smart. But she's not that inclined to listen to omens, at the moment.

Buy the new journeyman wardmaker a drink?



(ooc: Sunshine's AU Raven Blaise, write-up here. Headdress credit to Rooster Baby.)

AU Week Sherral EP.

[fluffiest_archadian]

This is not the best time for the bar to show up. Sherral, dressed for work in a white labcoat and a garish tartan sweater, has got a metal briefcase of samples in one hand and two thick files of research notes in the other, both of which are meant to be going immediately to Doctor Cid.

He doesn't turn around and leave immediately, though. Instead he heads to a booth, setting down both the files and the briefcase and flagging a waitrat down to order some extra strong tea, before slumping down, taking off his glasses, and pinching the bridge of his nose.

He can feel a headache coming on. A terrible, piercing headache like a pack of sleipnirs rampaging through his skull.

[Write-up is here. Slowtimes likely, but I wanted to get this up before AU Week finished.]

Agents of S.H.E.I.L.D. Agent Marlocke

[basic_powers]

(AU Info: Once upon a comic book page...)

Beauford exits the bar all the time, nothing really exciting about that. The interesting bits is that five seconds later he's coming back into the Bar wearing a completely different suit, rather strict haircut and stops dead inside of the door.

Just for a second, before he hitches his shoulders in a shrug and walks through the threshold. Now here's something even he doesn't see every day. It's not quite a code 084 but it IS going to make for a very interesting field report.

Making his way to the Bar and settling down onto a barstool to watch.

Just to watch for a while.

Here's yer AU Cassie

[cassiefuckingcage]

There isn't a trace of a smirk on this Cassie's face when she enters the bar. Not a smart remark, either. Her eyes narrow, and she nods silently. She makes her way to a corner booth and begins quietly wiping the blood and viscera from her obsidian spear.

[[OOC: AU writeup here. TLDR; This Cassie is an assassin of Outworld.]]

(no subject)

[road_to_calvary]

 Easy morning.

After hearing about it from a lot of people, Valjean and Javert finally found the library. And so today there's no running, and no watching from afar. Just Valjean sprawled on a couch with a book on business strategy, and Javert sitting on the floor next to him with a criminology textbook.

Both look engrossed, but it may be deceptive. Valjean's on a cheat day, and is wondering if picking up his milkshake is worth taking his hand out of Javert's hair. Javert is contemplating the merits of staying here forever. If this is a vacation, he likes the direction it's taking.

Botherable, of course, though maybe only one will thank you for it.


[OOC: Last throw of the AU dice, because why not. Open all weekend.]

(no subject)

[is_the_motion]

[oom: After being chased and coming off her bike, Bonnie discovers her boys are in trouble, and that she is actually being robbed.
TW: Non-graphic violence]

Bonnie comes through the door quickly and slams it behind her. Perhaps those few extra seconds might help her when she goes back out to get her bike out.

Now that the adrenaline is dying down, she's fuming. How dare they rob her and cause damage to the bike in the process? Do they not appreciate the time taken to keep a thirty year old bike in that good condition?

She takes off her helmet; her chin is bleeding, and her left arm is starting hurt an awful lot, and her stomach hurts.

She sits down heavily at the bar, and asks for a stiff drink, and something to clean herself up with.

AU -- biker!Vikings exit post

[bigarmy_strangepants]

There's a big, broad-shouldered, blond and bearded biker at the bar, loading the saddle-bags of his Harley with provisions and items he orders from the bar.

He has a hand-written list, and is meticulously checking things off on it. You have to pack well when you're planning a long road-trip to the north and east. Rain and cold are things that happen there, especially if they stay till September.

He does have a beer, too, while he's packing and checking; you can't shed all the stereotypes at once. People might be shocked.

---

Sin has the table next to him claimed, his saddles bags and jacket spread out as he takes stock of what he has and needs. Despite being a rolling stone by nature, Sin finds leaving a place he likes painful. As a result, he's dressed dowdier than usual, almost normal and has headphones in as he packs, singing softly to himself.

You may need to get his attention if you want to talk to him.

---

Athelstan comes through the front door, carrying the few precious or indispensable things he wants to take to the festival with him.

"Got space left for these?"

---

When they are done, they will leave, the black Harley with two riders, and the pink one with a single one pushed out through the door, and riding off into different directions as the door slowly swings shut.


[[OOC: Three muns, three charries -- say whom you want! Last chance to see biker!Vikings -- AU week ends tonight!]]

EP: post-AU week

[harryhotspur]

Hotspur had a weird night-- but that will happen when you temporarily have two overlapping lifetimes' worth of strange dreams, instead of just the one. Actually, he had a weird morning as well. His memory of the last-- day? few days?-- is oddly hazy, in a way that makes him wonder if perhaps he was ill, though he feels perfectly well and normal now.

Plus there were two dogs in his room. Which is fantastic, of course. But they're not his dogs, they're dogs he's never seen before. Not that this stops him from bringing them down to the bar with him; one of them, the older, curls up beneath his chair, while the younger one sniffs around just in case anyone dropped anything on the ground that even remotely resembles food.

Hotspur himself sits at a table, making his way through a plate of eggs. He gives off a different kind of air than usual, somehow simultaneously more settled and more confident. This might be because of the other unexpected thing he found in his room this morning, which of course he strapped on and brought downstairs with him, because etiquette be damned.

Yes, at long last, Harry Hotspur has a sword. (But don't worry, he's not looking particularly inclined to use it.)