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cottoncandypink[oom: Wilford goes home to try to work through some stuff, but it all goes not at all as planned.]
Oct. 21st, 2017
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Oct. 21st, 2017 05:35 ammightbeagoodone[Not-exactly-OOM: As night falls, Sherlock and Jim celebrate Jim's birthday.
Feel free to react to the fireworks.]
[NSFW content above and below the fireworks. Also sentiment. Lots of sentiment.]
Feel free to react to the fireworks.]
[NSFW content above and below the fireworks. Also sentiment. Lots of sentiment.]
wayward_sunWith the fish back where they belong, mostly, things have returned to normal in Milliways.
(For certain values of normal anyway).
The door opens. A soft light filters through. A little while passes.
Then someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Maze? Maze? Why have you left - Oh, I'll just go and shut it myself, shall I?"
There's some good natured grumbling atop the rap of footsteps and then a man pokes his head through the door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, looking first with puzzlement and then growing delight at the sight before him.
He turns his head. "Maze. There's a portal in my bedroom closet. Did you put it there?"
And then he impulsively steps through without waiting for an answer.
Wearing an expensive, tailored suit, handsewn shoes, and an amused smile he saunteres up to the Bar, and raps the surface with a knuckle.
"Barkeep?"
Someone might want to fill in the devilishly handsome fellow?
{ooc: meet Lucifer Morningstar, the actual devil, from the TV Show bearing his name. He's very friendly and will behave. Probably. Kinda. He's not good with human conventions but he smiles a lot}
(For certain values of normal anyway).
The door opens. A soft light filters through. A little while passes.
Then someone calls from the other side of the door.
"Maze? Maze? Why have you left - Oh, I'll just go and shut it myself, shall I?"
There's some good natured grumbling atop the rap of footsteps and then a man pokes his head through the door.
"Well, I'll be damned," he says, looking first with puzzlement and then growing delight at the sight before him.
He turns his head. "Maze. There's a portal in my bedroom closet. Did you put it there?"
And then he impulsively steps through without waiting for an answer.
Wearing an expensive, tailored suit, handsewn shoes, and an amused smile he saunteres up to the Bar, and raps the surface with a knuckle.
"Barkeep?"
Someone might want to fill in the devilishly handsome fellow?
{ooc: meet Lucifer Morningstar, the actual devil, from the TV Show bearing his name. He's very friendly and will behave. Probably. Kinda. He's not good with human conventions but he smiles a lot}
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Oct. 21st, 2017 12:50 pmcottoncandypinkIt’s early in the morning when the door opens and someone on the other side whistles sharply. Buster trots over to see who it is, wags his tail happily, and disappears through to the other side.
On the other side of the universe, in a house in the Vinewood Hills, there’s a brief power struggle over home-ownership.
Later in the evening, the door opens, and Buster races back into the bar with his ears down and his tail tucked firmly between his legs. Not far behind him is Wilford, in his pyjamas and holding a wooden spoon and a giant wok, looking equally rattled. It takes them both a few seconds to realise where they are, at which point they head straight for the fire to form a new plan of attack. Because the first one went so well.
[ooc: Wilford is just a few months out from the point where he originally entered the bar. This is the ‘older’ version of Wilford, for anybody who may still be under the impression that there were two versions of him.]
On the other side of the universe, in a house in the Vinewood Hills, there’s a brief power struggle over home-ownership.
Later in the evening, the door opens, and Buster races back into the bar with his ears down and his tail tucked firmly between his legs. Not far behind him is Wilford, in his pyjamas and holding a wooden spoon and a giant wok, looking equally rattled. It takes them both a few seconds to realise where they are, at which point they head straight for the fire to form a new plan of attack. Because the first one went so well.
[ooc: Wilford is just a few months out from the point where he originally entered the bar. This is the ‘older’ version of Wilford, for anybody who may still be under the impression that there were two versions of him.]
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Oct. 21st, 2017 07:37 pmmanythornedThorn is enjoying her first night in the Bar. It's late, which is why she's around, and she wants to see what all the fuss is about without having been triggered into it.
She's currently sprawled out on a couch on her stomach, knees bent and her feet entwined. There's a coke with a straw nearby that she's nursing and a generic teen magazine she's flipping through, mostly making faces at the various articles and photos.
If all this is normal, she's not for it.
She's currently sprawled out on a couch on her stomach, knees bent and her feet entwined. There's a coke with a straw nearby that she's nursing and a generic teen magazine she's flipping through, mostly making faces at the various articles and photos.
If all this is normal, she's not for it.
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Oct. 21st, 2017 10:17 pmis_the_motionBonnie is in one corner of the bar, with little Billie asleep next to her on the sofa. When a toddler has to nap, a toddler has to nap.
In the meantime, Bonnie is nursing a fancy Italian coffee and brooding over a dilemma.
In the meantime, Bonnie is nursing a fancy Italian coffee and brooding over a dilemma.
