Sep. 19th, 2015

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Sep. 19th, 2015 09:24 am
thewidewideworld: (Young - adorned)
[personal profile] thewidewideworld
Sinric comes into the main bar, his eyes lowered in thought. He speaks softly to the bar and is given a large package wrapped in linen, a small make-up case and a cup of sweet wine. He trades it for a letter, bound carefully in twine.

He moves to the bathrooms and returns dressed in a wafting silk wrap skirt, a heavy golden belt and a wide net collar of gold and precious jewels over his naked chest.

He no-longer looks as pretty and joyful as he did when he arrived in this costume. He sits at the bench with the make-up box, carefully powdering over the shadows under his eyes.

That done, he will go but not before he is sure no-one will see that he has been away.
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[personal profile] never_promised
Take no scorn to wear the horn,
It was the crest when you was born,
Your father's father wore it
And your father wore it too!

Hal-an-tow, jolly rumbelow,
We were up long before the day-O...



That's the sound of dishes being washed, really it is!

To back up a bit, Thor told Harry and Harry to take a couple of days washing dishes--separately. Morning and afternoon. But "morning" is a tragically loose concept, and Prince Hal has chosen to interpret it as midnight to...well...some time. By the time he made it to the kitchen (on the dot of twelve) Hal had acquired a small wooden whistle and another bottle of sack.

He has been washing dishes. Dutifully! But dawn is a slow time, dish-wise, so mostly he's entertaining the kitchen rats with pipes and dances, and occasional performances on the theme of The Battle of Lord Henry Percy, surnamed Henrie Hotspur of the North, with the Dishes of Milliways.

He finishes up a verse of his song, tootles briefly on his pipe, and then takes up a coffee cup. "If I mistake not," he shouts at it in an outrageous rendition of a Northumberland accent, "thou art Harry-- Harry Mug!"

...Did anyone want a peaceful quiet cup of coffee to start the day?
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[personal profile] is_the_motion
Bonnie is at the bar, with a very frothy coffee and the MilliScout Badge Book.

She has just been putting a notice on the board for her youngsters.

'Attn Scouts

For those of you who are not following the Badge Book, I want to draw your attention to the new section marked 'Buttons of Awesomeness'.

These are for those of you who are burning a path through the badges at high speed and need an extra challenge! Everyone else can have a go if they choose but don't worry about them.

Bonnie

P.s. Next week is Chess week - anyone who completes 3 matches in the week will earn themselves a completed Chess Badge, and I will award a Gold Award badge to the player who wins most matches*
'


Entirely botherable.


[OOC: *How you wish to decide the outcome of the match depends on the players - I suggest either playing it out, rolling a d20 (+age if you desire), or however you fancy - doesn't matter providing both sides happy.]

OOM

Sep. 19th, 2015 08:55 pm
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[OOM: After being caught fighting with the newly-arrived other Harry by Thor, Harry Percy works off steam with Bahorel before reporting back to Thor, who is very understanding of Harry's predicament.

Later still, he seeks out Feuilly. Their conversation begins in a serious key, but they fairly quickly get distracted.

And in the backstory department... in a London tavern maybe three or four years ago, Henry, Prince of Wales and Sir Henry Percy have an inauspicious first meeting.]
souffle_girlek: (O Augh)
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Oswin's standing two feet inside the back door, wringing her hands. Every few minutes she sets her shoulders, steps towards the door as if to throw herself through and out into the land outside, but she always aborts before she can actually get much of anywhere.

'Agitated' might actually be too mild a word.
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[personal profile] bigarmy_strangepants
Ragnar comes striding in, bringing good news -- he's taken Jarl Borg prisoner and will deal with him, and has taken his ships to man in the next raid to England! King Horik, now, that is another problem -- the man pronounced his own death sentence with what he said about Athelstan. But first, Ragnar needs him to get to England.

He sees  neither Athelstan nor Sinric as he comes in, but somehow wasn't expecting the former; after looking around for the latter for a while, he walks up to the bar, and does indeed get letters from them -- a thicker one bound in twine, and a thin sheet. With those, he orders a large clay cup of mead, and then retires to the fireplace to read them.

It takes a while, as Ragnar isn't very good at this reading thing, and while he works his way through the missives, his face falls and darkens more and more. At the end, he downs the rest of the mead in one go, then lifts the cup and throws it into the fireplace with a moment's fierce anger. The cup shatters against the back of the fire, startling all the fish.

Ragnar orders a large jug of strong wine, and proceeds to get stinking drunk.
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[personal profile] starrydome
Time is a river, but it does not flow in merely one direction, at least not at the doorstep of Milliways .

So the elf lord making his way inside is both older and younger than he normally is when he comes here.
He is also dressed for war, streaked by grime, and really, really tired.
And hungry.

And burdened by responsibility and growing dread.

When he finds himself inside a warm and well-lit and friendly place, he stops.
And then he makes his way to the bar and strokes the smooth top with one hand, whispering a heartfelt thank you.


not_his_pa: (hand on face really?)
[personal profile] not_his_pa
After a weird encounter out in the stables with Autor, William enters and gets a napkin. He pours himself a glass of whiskey before writing on the board in looping cursive.

Specials
If you've run across a man calling himself Evil and men in soft brown suits chasing him, your drink is free. Do you know what's going on?
Whiskey
Wine
Beer


Then he sits down and realizes he still has his lariat and lays it on the counter as he takes a long drink.

(OOC: Late Happy Hour in relation to the chaos appearing in various threads. Open all weekend with slows for sleep.)