milliways_bar | Entries tagged with faramir

stuck-mynock.livejournal.com

Out by the lake, there is an Atton, leaning against a tree. From the looks of the lightsaber in his hand, the general sweatyness, and how he seems a bit exhausted, he's been training again. Once is rare, twice in two days is unprecedented. His jacket has been discarded, and his shirt is unbuttoned on an undershirt that looks almost entirely composed of hastily (and badly) sewn on patches.

In the bar proper, there is a Chichiri. He is sitting in a booth, hastily working on several scrolls, the brow of his mask furrowed into a frown (though the mask keeps smiling. It's a rather odd expression.) There are several discarded books in the booth, mostly from Earth - 'The Lord of the Rings,' 'The Strange Case of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde,' and 'The Complete Guide to Home-Improvements.'

Come bother either. (Though specify which one.)

gentleprince.livejournal.com

FWSH--thup.

FWSH--thup.

FWSH--thup.

That would be the sound of a certain Gondorian Prince tossing a baseball to himself over by the observation window. He manages somehow to do this while balanced precariously on the back two legs of his tilted chair, with his feet up on a table.

He's multitalented.

Don't expect him to turn up in the Big Leagues, though -- he doesn't know what the baseball's for, Bar gave it to him with no further explanation.

Come talk to him and we'll see if he can manage to toss the thing and keep his balance while chatting.

[ooc: And mun's off for family dinner. Be back later this evening.]

namo

Down the stairs tumbles a bloody body.

And behind him is a furious Vala walking down after him.

"You do not know his name, brother?" he demands in something that cannot be described any other way but growling. "Then you can point him out!"

[OOC: Plotlocked! Sorry!]

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe is in the bar, sitting at a table attempting to clean and bandage the wounds on his right arm with his left hand.

It's not entirely successful.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's sitting in the rafters. Not, for once, out of any particular desire to Lurk; things are going well, lately. Just out of a vague feeling that if she doesn't spend some time up high in the shadows she'll go crazy.

Besides, she likes the rafters. They're quiet and warm and comfy - well, comfy compared to rooftops, at least - and you can see almost everything going on below.

You can take the girl out of Gotham...

gentleprince.livejournal.com

A Prince in the bar, looking distracted as he idly flips a ling-stemmed white flower back and forth between his fingers, humming to himself.

Said Prince has a Security badge pinned to his belt, as well.

Come poke him.

gravity_shifter

There is a new occupant and note in the cells/Security office.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has a small, open cardboard box with him today.

If you listen carefully, it's meowing.

He's on the lookout for Amanda specifically, but if you should want to look at six week old kittens, feel free to stop by. The proud daddycat is under the table.

[ooc: ~~Disappearing briefly. Back in 45 mins (midnight GMT, 7pm EST)]~~

gentleprince.livejournal.com

The Steward of Gondor is in the bar tonight, doing what one generally does in a bar:

Drink.

He seems... curiously blank tonight. Neither in a good mood or a bad. Simply... somewhat detatched. Deep in thought. Daydreamy.

Security badge is, as usual, clipped to his belt and in plain view.

Lost in thought he may be, but he always welcomes company.

flowerofsteel.livejournal.com

There's a lady in the bar who maybe you haven't noticed before.

Nevertheless, she's been there. ~~Really.~~ And she's there now, eating stew, and looking oddly blank.

She usually does.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal has had a rather good day. That is, she managed to eat something, she slept without dreams, and she managed to avoid any confrontaions.

So she's perched herself in a booth, blanket wrapped snugly if inexpertly around thin shoulders, a mug of coffee at her elbow. She's people-watching.

Is she watching you?

shufti

At some point after her entrance post below, Shufti goes over to the bar and puts a note down on her surface.

"Please can you give this to Mr Faramir when he comes in?" she asks quietly, before going back to her corner.

( Note for Faramir )

jack_inthegreen

Jack, looking as amused as ever, enters the bar with Georgia in her carrier. He runs upstairs and returns a few moments later without her, and starts looking around for a security person.

He's got business to attend to.

ten_of_swords

Ruin is in the bar.

He seems... distracted.

Which annoys him.

So, he has his tarot cards out, a spread before him, inspecting each one intently.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

His mun knows it is almost 3:30 in the morning, but she is bored and cannot sleep. Therefor! Faramir is in the bar. There is tea involved. It smells rather a lot like lavendar. Ooh, tasty.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

[OOM: Faramir takes a shower. Backstory is involved. No applicable warnings.]

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Security is always a good thing to have around (even if people don't take advantage of it much), so Security is present. Back-up Security, yes, but he still has a badge visibly displayed on his belt.

He does not, however, appear to be actively on-duty. Tonight the Prince is perched in view of the observation window, alternately watching the stars and scribbling distractedly on a piece of paper. He looks like he might be composing poetry.

sonofwhitecity.livejournal.com

Boromir has his supper, his book--the Odyssey now--and an expression of anticipation. He has news for his brother--anyone else who will listen, in fact.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Faramir is in the bar, appearing as his usual coexistant contradictions. He is well-armed, but his face is gentle and open -- the kind of person you'd feel safe sitting next to on the subway, or asking for directions on a dark street. He is dressed in casual hunting garb, but seems adorned in a kingly air.

Tonight he is seated at a small round table near, but not next to, a wall. He has a cup of tea and a book, which he glances up from every so often, his grey eyes scanning the bar. The way he's sitting, it's a little hard to see his Security badge clipped to his belt just beside his sword, but you might notice it if the glint from the lights catches your eye. Or you might not. Either way, he's happy to chat.

agirllost

Totally oblivious to all upcoming doom, Kim's sitting at a table and reading.

She's drinking coffee and people watching.

She's also thinking about how to help a friend.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

It's a nice night for Security to be in the bar, isn't it? So here's one, for your convenience. Faramir is sitting at a table near the Bar with about half a mug of ale and a book. He is wearing his sword, badge on the belt, and is available for business or just to talk.

namo

Yes, it is late.

And yes, the Elf is discovering the effects of alcohol on his body.

More appropriately, the Elf has had a glass of Atlantean, and it has practically knocked on him on his ass.

Therefore, he is nursing a glass of brandy while his mind swims from the Atlantean.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Once upon a time there was a universe at the end of the bar, in the bar at the end of the universe. It was very pretty to look at, all explody and violent and really when you've got a show like that going on all the time, it tends to encourage people to act up.

So, Security's inna bar. Well-armed, alert, and presently involved in the mind-altering task of...

...reading Where's My Cow?

If you're wise, you won't ask. No, you really, really won't ask.

called_lioness

[ooc: post uncursing, which will be up...at some point.]

Lucy is quiet, in the corner of a couch, one hand fingering her hair as the other holds the book Mary so kindly lent her.

Whether she really wanted it or not.

On the one hand, she'd rather not look at it at all.

On the other hand...she's mildly curious about the book OF THE FUTURE, and suspects if she didn't, Mary would know and scowl at her.

She's not really paying attention to it, it must be said, or to much of anything.

gentleprince.livejournal.com

Some time after seeing Shufti off, Faramir approaches Bar and sets down a battered sign and a... carrot covered in boot polish. "Bar, will you dispose of these, please? And I'll need a paper and pen. Thank you."

He scribbles a quick ( note to Gimli )

His letter written, he returns it for delivery along with the pen, orders a mug of ale, and settles back to watch the surroundings.

Security inna bar. Annoy at will. But beware: he has shown spectacular proficiency at foiling the NEFARIOUS SCHEMES of.... single, pregnant teenagers bearing questionably lethal produce.

...yes. Security is a dangerous job.