And another viking returns to the bar

[my_brothers_shadow]

Things are well in Rollo's life. The people of Kattegat no longer look at him with scorn and soon they will be going back to Wessex. Better yet, this time Rollo will be joining them, a chance to gain back the riches he lost to his foolish grab at a better standing with Jarl Borg. While publicly things are not ideal with his brother, are in fact strained, privately they are much better. He can live with this. There is a purpose.

And now he finds Milliways again, and in time for food. And perhaps a little drink. Bar provides booth but also a book. It seems she has not forgotten his wish to learn to read. This book is strange. Brightly painted, it seems to feature a creature like a man-bear.

Carefully, and haltingly, he reads aloud:
Winstre fôtswaðu
Winstre fôtswaðu
Rihte fôt
Rihte

Fôtm¯æst dægrima
Fôtûhtsanglic niht

Winstre fôtswaðu
Winstre fôtswaðu
Winstre fôtswaðu
Rihte

[OOC: In and out with meetings, but I need to get my grove back. Translation of Old English provided by Lingojam. Also, the translated text if from Dr. Seuss' The Foot Book, with some guessing. I do not pretend to know or understand Old English, so apologies if my work is bad. =)]

Sometimes even the most chaotic place is peaceful

[basic_powers]

Today, Tyler's doing his usual routine for staying in Bar. There the hour spent outside during the early morning working on the katas Ray taught him, and a few of the other forms for other blades that he's picked up from patrons over the years. Then it's feeding, followed by a long session of 'Trying to wear out the Cyber Raptor' via launching the little beast's favorite chain ball long distances via homemade slingshot. A tired micro cyber raptor is a well-behaved one.

He's botherable at just about any point, so chat up the perfectly normal looking boy outside or snarfing down his breakfast of alien foodstuffs at the Bar.

(no subject)

[gredya]

Here's someone who hasn't been in the bar for a while: Gredya, still thin, clothes a little more ragged than the last time she was here, carrying a pair of dead rabbits. She goes into the kitchen with them, and comes out again without them, and sits at the bar.

"Bar. There is a story. In that bible book. The little man has a weapon, he kills the big fighter with a rock. I want that story. And I want to see how to make that weapon. I want books and pictures. And one of those dictionary books."

Before long she's set up camp in a booth, doing research.

(no subject)

[bringspeopletogether]

[Out of Milliways:

Journey on.

]