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milliways_bar2008-12-17 07:22 pm
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Being Caesar's right-hand-man is a very good thing.
Being named Master of the Horse and left alone in charge of the city of Rome, and in fact the entire Italian peninsula, while Caesar is away battling the last of Pompey's supporters? Even better.
It is 47 BC, and it is during the festival of Saturnalia; so the Antony who ambles in through the door of the bar is flashily dressed, holding a goblet of wine, and in very high spirits.
Feel free to celebrate with him.
[ooc: another time-jump for him, but who can resist a holiday? Open through the weekend; slowtimes are probable but they are love.]
Being named Master of the Horse and left alone in charge of the city of Rome, and in fact the entire Italian peninsula, while Caesar is away battling the last of Pompey's supporters? Even better.
It is 47 BC, and it is during the festival of Saturnalia; so the Antony who ambles in through the door of the bar is flashily dressed, holding a goblet of wine, and in very high spirits.
Feel free to celebrate with him.
[ooc: another time-jump for him, but who can resist a holiday? Open through the weekend; slowtimes are probable but they are love.]

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"Beautifully," he says. "Fortune has taken a liking to me; lucky for me she's a woman, eh? And how have you been? Doing well, I hope."
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"Very well."
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"Glad to hear it," he says, clapping him on the shoulder. "You should be happy. You should drink--it's a holiday."
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Pause.
"When you were here earlier, have you ever tasted the drink called whiskey, or scotch?"
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A pause, and then the grin returns. "But let's have some whiskey, then."
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Discussing strong spirits from the future with Mark Antony, of all people!
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But then, the powers that govern this place seem to take pleasure in festivals celebrated every year, as well as those where all must have their shape changed.
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"Hails!" Teja replies, intentionally in Gothic, so it will not be rendered by the magic of this place; then, he lifts his glass, and takes a sip.
It is a very superior sort of drink, he always finds.
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"Now that," he says, "is a proper drink. Better than wine with honey. It's disappointing going back home, after the drinks here."
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Glancing up and over as the door opens the White Lady of Rohan studies the flashily dressed man with the most of amused expressions upon her face. Few men ever dressed as such outside her door that she could think right off the top of her head. Please pardon the woman staring, Mark.
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"May the blessings of Saturn be upon you this fine evening," he says.
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"Westu Hal," the Lady replied slowly as if testing his reaction. His greeting was nothing she had ever heard of before..if it was a greeting. "Are you a bard or a preformer?"
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"Not either, not formally, but I'm sure I could be persuaded," he says. "Mostly a soldier, though not at war at the moment."