[Couldn't see who was serving. If you're behind the bar, say that I didn't see you in the shadows.]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

The door is pushed open briskly and Bartleby enters the bar. At first glance he's the angel who skulked out of the door a few months ago, with the addition of a black leather greatcoat that successfully hides his thinness. His face is carefully blank, and his eyes flicker to neither left nor right, after his first, threshold sweep of the room. He strides up to the bar, and, not immediately seeing a server, speaks straight to the bar. "Sirius around? I need to let him know I'm back."

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[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow enters from the House of Arch with the kids*

Bartleby?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*glances up disinterestedly* Snow? *notices children, eyes soften*

You had no problems, then.

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*she smiles slightly*

Nothing I couldn't handle. Where have you been all this time?

As for Sirius . . . you haven't heard, then.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

I've been... *he shrugs* ...around.

Heard what? Where is he?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

*Snow's expression is serious, and she places a comforting hand on his arm*

He and Kassandra . . . left. They've moved on, not coming back.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby blinks*

He... left? *his expression looks almost forlorn for a second* So... what, there're no staff?

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

No, Bernard's the Bartender now, and he did some hiring. There's a list of all the current staff on the bullitin board (http://www.livejournal.com/community/milliways_bar/917324.html).

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Who's Bernard? *Bartleby's lips are pinched. change unsettles him*

[fairest1.livejournal.com]

Bernard Wrangle -- he's been here for several months now. He's been doing well enough, and it's good to have an official security team. *she smiles at this* Bigby's head of security now.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Yeah? Security? Any ethereals on the team?

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*Kibeth comes out of the staff quarters and takes up position behind the bar. She smiles helpfully at Bartleby.*

You need anything?

[OOC: This is Door-mun! Welcome back!!]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Just been told Sirius is gone. Who's the boss now?

I work here.

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

Yeah, Sirius is gone. Bernard's in charge now.

*She looks at him askance.*

You work here? I'm pretty sure I know everyone on the staff list, and I don't know you.

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Who the fuck's Bernard?

Yeah, I work here. Divine will and all that shit. I've been away for a while. *he's looking a little twitchy*

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

Bernard is... Bernard. Bright red hair, likes to blow shit up. He's bound to the bar now.

*She shrugs*

Look, you're going to have to talk to him about whether or not you work here. I haven't been here that long myself, and I can't make that sort of decision.

In the meantime, would you like a drink? On the house?

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

Dude, it's not a "decision" kinda situation. It's a "this is what happens" kinda situation. *he's visibly not shooting the messenger*

Where can I find Bernard?

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure. He's having some personal problems right now. He might be out of the bar for a few days.

*She narrows her eyes*

Besides, you expect to just walk back in here from wherever-the-hell you've been for however-the-hell long you've been there and start working right away? I'm pretty sure that isn't how it works.

[OOC: Um, we should talk, in case this gets at all unfriendly. Kibeth has some stuff up her sleeve. Ping me? miraielle on AIM and Y!M]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

I'm not sure who gave you this job, but me? God did. Okay? So yeah, I do expect to walk in and start working again, because there's only two people who can fire me. And neither of them are called Bernard.

[OOC: No AIM or Y!M. Email? kenovay @ supanet.com]

[white-to-gold.livejournal.com]

*the fool decides add his own measure of gunpowder to the flames. He steps up behind bartleby, and, wiggling his eyebrows madly at kibbeth, runs his rat sceptre over bartleby's shoulder making little squeaking noises. then he steps back, twitching Ratsy out of sight and looking innocent*

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

*Bartleby jumps, and swings around, hand reaching abortively inside his coat before he sees the Fool* *he stops short*

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

*She looks skeptical.*

The God of which universe?

[OOC: Sent.]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[OOC: PS Damn, woman, how many characters do you have now?]

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

[OOC: ...seven?]

[watch-wait.livejournal.com]

[OOC: You're round the bend.]

[making-trouble.livejournal.com]

[OOC: And enjoying every second of it!]