milliways_bar | Entries tagged with pam swynford de beaufort

When we last saw Eric and Pam they were finally headed for Iceland. The rest of the trip proved uneventful and after they'd checked into their nice hotel (and Pam had gotten her naked lady fan), they headed off to go meet the local sheriff. And sample the local cuisine.

The following night they were asked round to the Sheriff's again for a party. Here they picked up people again and went back to the hotel to make sure that Eric's bed was as good as Pam's.

And it was..

Anyone for an orgy?

{Warnings: ridiculous amounts of blood and sex in various constellations with adventurous and vampire-friendly people from Iceland. Because nobody bothers wearing underwear to the Sheriff's parties apparently. Also UST. NSFW. Unless perhaps if you work at the Icelandic Phallological Museum.}

onceaviking

A little while ago, Pam and Eric found themselves at Milliways on Halloween. In matching outfits none the less.

After a brief CWDP interlude, they finally managed to head off on vacation.

To Iceland.

Or at least, that was the plan.
Don't you just hate delayed and redirected flights?

onceaviking

Eric walks through the door - and is immediately transformed.

It's hard to pinpoint the greatest change.

The tan.
The Farrah Fawcett- like golden hair cascading down his shoulders.
The gold lamé dress.
The heels. Oh god the heels.

He stops and looks down at himself, slowly.

Then he checks, briefly, first the bosom (padding) and then the rest (still there).
He could complain, but it's not like he'd accomplish anything by that.

So instead he strides across the floor, a 6.4" goddess, with remarkable surety.
Someone's been in heels before, it seems.

lazy_but_loyal

The door opens.

"--Just put the rest of the bags in the car, I think I left my sunglasses at the--"

The door closes.

"--register. Goddammit."

Pam huffs an ever-irritated sigh, but she makes her way to the bar anyway. Setting down her shopping bags, she perches neatly and fashionably (pink belted pencil dress with a matching cropped jacket) on a stool and orders a bottle of TruBlood.

Trying on bikinis all night can be exhausting.

i_am_your_host

[ OOM: The Master of Ceremonies spends his second Cubefall as a woman...

...and promptly gets whisked away to Fangtasia for dinner and a show, in which she is both the dinner and the show.

Warnings: Second link contains the usual vampire shenanigans, blood, sex, exhibitionism, etc., and oh what's that, a tiny threadbare psychic bond between vampire and human oh noes ]

onceaviking

Eric is in the bar tonight, reading.
Dressed in a track suit (and flip flops), his feet on a chair, he is the picture of easy relaxation, as he sits there, turning a page once in a while.

{eta: it's The History of Gaul by Timagenes, lost to the world, but not to Milliways' library}

man_without_fear

[oom: You don't have any money, and we don't have any clients.]

As far as rude awakenings go there aren't many that compare to receiving a phone call about how your brand new client was nearly strangled in her cell overnight.

Matt is all horns and no bull when it comes to confronting the two detectives in charge of Ms. Page's case and he and Foggy secure her release.

While Foggy hunts down a change of clothes for their client Matt wanders the station in search of coffee. He's expecting to find a vending machine, one of the old relics held over from days past that sits in every public building and belches out hot mud. What he finds instead is Milliways.

Stepping through the door he hesitates, then decides to do his stomach lining a favor and go ahead and have a cup of joe here.

Navigating to the counter he sets his bag onto one unoccupied stool, and takes a seat on another; his cane he leans up against the bar, close at hand.

Smoothing his palm over the countertop, he clears his throat and asks, "Can I uh, get a cup of coffee?"

It's still weird, talking to a piece of furniture, and weirder still when she answers.

His fingertips brush warm ceramic and he traces his way around the mug that's suddenly appeared until he finds the handle and lifts it, taking a careful sip.

"Thank you."

[ooc: spoilers for episode 1 in the link and probably more in any threads. ~~ETA: Signing off now. Threads will be picked up tomorrow. Thank you, everyone.~~ The sun rises, and threads are a go again. Warnings for slows, but I'm here all day.]

lazy_but_loyal

Pam done went and got her hair did.

Because there was no fucking way she was going to get on with her life while having cement-induced split ends.

She'd booked an appointment with an elite stylist who probably charged by the strand, and miracle of miracles, he restored Pam's hair to its original fabulous state with products containing rare ingredients from Bolivia and Tibet and possibly an endangered species of fish.

As far as she's concerned, it's Eric's investment in her happiness.

Wearing a cropped, form-fitting leather jacket and tight black jeans with strappy, stiletto pumps, Pam takes a seat at the bar and orders bottle of TruBlood and a glass.

She's in a good mood, but that doesn't mean she won't eat you or fuck you, or both at the same time. In fact, her being in a good mood might increase those odds.

onceaviking

{OOC: it's Vampire Canon time again.

When last we left Eric, he was running at top speed to Sookie's house to get even with Bill Compton.
And he did just that.
Pam on the other hand went back to Fangtasia and took the world's longest shower.

When Eric returned he meant to do the same, but oops - the door had other plans.
Warnings: emotional cruelty, sheepish vampire}

The door opens and Eric Northman walks through, momentarily blinded as he pulls off a top that was once black, but is now closer to whitish grey. He is covered in chalky cement dust as well as small lumps of actual, dried cement. Mostly in his hair.
It makes him look like a grimy hedgehog.

A really ripped, grimy hedgehog.

He does realize where he is, before he finishes opening his pants. So he closes them again.

Oh well, at least the water ought to be hot here.

onceaviking

{oom: it's True Blood Canon Time.

When last we saw the vampires, they were headed home and Eric was finally going to get his revenge.

And he did. Only things didn't go quite according to plan.
And Pam had to deal with the fallout.

Warnings:
first link: cement, revenge, betrayal
Second link: violence,bad hair days, vampire death

}

onceaviking

They have agreed to meet downstairs, Pam and him. And to absolutely nobody's surprise, Eric shows up first.

He's dressed as he was when he arrived. Black jeans, black tank top, black boots. His hair is a little damp and combed back.

It's now. It's finally happening. He'll walk through that door and he will bury Russell Edgington in concrete. And revenge will be his.

He sits down at a table to wait for her.

{ooc: back to canon the vampires go. Feel free to catch them before they head out}

lazy_but_loyal

After Pam kept Eric company as he dealt with the flu, she left him to sleep it off, or at least try to. She wasn't exactly sure what was going to happen once he woke up, but she needed her own rest before she got the bleeds. So once he was out like a light, she retired to her own room for the day. She felt unusually exhausted and a bit dizzy, but she chalked that up to not having slept, and not that she was catching what Eric had caught.

No. Of course not.

*

The next evening, Pam rises. And she's feeling different for some reason.

Surely, she can't go downstairs in these clothes. A pink track suit? Ha!

She flings open her closet, and a smile parts her crimson lips as she finds that Bar has provided her with what she needs. Oh, yes. This will do nicely.

*

Evil descends the stairs into the bar, clad in sweeping black silk and dark, glittering stones. Tall, elegant, and villainous, crowned with a pair of spiraling horns, Maleficent surveys the room.

"Well, well, well! I'm feeling just a little bit wicked tonight."

Behold and despair!

[OOC: Pam has turned into Maleficent, though not necessarily/specifically from "Once Upon a Time." She's more of a general conglomeration of the various interpretations of her. But obviously without the magic.]

onceaviking

Lincoln was feeling rather bad when he woke up.

( Read more... )

He makes his way downstairs, a little cautiously. He's never been here, that is for sure.

He heads for the bar and finds a note. Glancing at it, he notices that it seems to be for him. Or - it is a nice note asking someone to mind the bar for a bit and it makes sense it is for him. Seeing as how he is a bartender.

Maybe this is that other place where Pauline works?
It would make sense. She is nice and she'd know he'd be up by now.

He kinda wishes she hadn't asked him to mind the bar. It's his day off and he is feeling under the weather. But she's likely had to put up with a lot of drunk whining from him, so he can't really say no.
Besides, she isn't there. And nobody is behind the counter and that won't do at all.

So he makes his way around the counter and finds an apron. Then he has a look around. It is a really well stocked place, including things he's never seen before. Weird bottles, what looks like transfusion bags in the small fridge. He quickly shuts the door again. Now his stomach is feeling all weird. And he seems to be developing a toothache.

The note also said to put up a special.So he neatly writes it up on the board and turns to face the customers with a friendly smile, a loose strand of hair flopping down in front of his left eye.

Specials:
Mixed drinks 20% off
Soft drinks for kids - free

{ ooc :Eric Northman has been IMDB flu infected thanks to Rae Seddon and currently believes that he is Lincoln, a nice and gentle bartender from New York, who recently got caught up in the whirlwind surrounding Susanna, a rock diva past her prime. She married him as part of a custody battle, and now he is walking away, even though he is loathe to leave Maisie, her little girl, behind. He's a little heartbroken but he's a professional. }

{eta: ~~slow time in effect soonish,~~ but still so very open}

onceaviking

{Pam seeks out Eric in his room hoping for an explanation of his recent change of heart regarding the fate of Russell Edginton. And perhaps some reassurance. They talk.}

balancingminds

Charles is yawning when he enters and more casual in a black sweater with a heavy tweed jacket over top. When he feels the change from the military airport to Milliways, he smiles, here he can get some good tea and catch his breath. This expedition to Russia is the first time that he and Erik have together been a part of the CIA machine, its a strange feeling.

The gathered mutants give him hope, Raven is blooming as she's surrounded by Hank, Angel, Sean, Armando and Alex, they're not alone anymore. Erik even seems happy as they find their way together. At the counter with his tea, he receives a note that he considers before writing a response.

( Sonya Blade )

Once Bar takes the note, he enjoys his tea and warms his hands, listening to the bustle of Milliways.

(OOC: Charles is passively listening to the thoughts of those around him, please include your character's thoughts in the narration of tags or explain why he wouldn't hear their thoughts. I'm currently in chat as he moves forward in canon.)

hey35andholding

Clementine Johnson has a Plan. A very clever plan that will somehow get her out of facing any jail time. It involves cleverly abusing Millitime to get far enough back in time to rip any taped evidence of her helping Jones and Garcia out of the archive and shred it before it's noticed. Genius, no?

Therefore she's trying to sit and be as inconspicuous as possible by the back door, playing solitaire, which could quite easily turn into a game for two.

Dixie Cousins has discovered the Bar's pool table and is fiddling with a cue, considering her next move. Now, she may know a lot about cards, but this is a new territory for her. Assistance would be appreciated.

Pinkie Pie has brought popcorn! Too much popcorn. Wayy to much popcorn, and she's sitting by the bar with it, her eyes shinier than a fresh-minted penny.

The bag is literally double the size of her head.

Eating assistance appreciated.

Eponine There is now a notice on the board, and it, in chicken-scratch French, offers Eponine's services as a woman of skill, liable to do put her hands to anything, and an actress of some skill. She waits for answers with a glass of wine and egg biscuits near the fire. How can it be this close to Palm Sunday and be this cold?

Juliet O'Hara is now eating the biggest slice of cake she could find with the tallest glass of milk she could find. It's Sunday, she's starving, don't ask.

[OOC: Heading to immediate slows but it's just passed my fourth Milliversary, so here's an assortment of characters for celebration purposes.]

lazy_but_loyal

Pam enters the bar some time after Eric. Could be a couple hours, could be a couple days. With the way time works between worlds, who the hell knows.

But she needed a break from Eric because just omfg

Really.

Just.

Ugh.

Anyway.

Dressed down in a slim black velour track suit (it matches Eric's, shut up) and flip flops, Pam sits at the bar and orders a bottle of TruBlood. Massaging her temple, she huffs a long-suffering, irritated sigh.

She will be inclined to tell you to fuck off if you ask her what's wrong.

lazy_but_loyal

[ It's True Blood canon time again!

In the course of a night and a day, Eric and Russell capture Sookie and drink her fairy blood in order to walk in the sun. It all goes as planned. Until Eric has a vision that drastically changes everything.

Warnings: Vampirism, vampires betraying humans, vampires having feelings, vampires being big jealous babies at each other, vampires burning to a literal crisp, Pam being super irritated and annoyed. ]

onceaviking

A little while ago, Eric Northman did some research in the library where he also had a chat with ~~Buffy~~ Ava. Nobody got killed.
{warnings: ... none? Apart from the participants being true to form}

That same evening/night, Pam and Eric slipped out of the Bar without saying goodbye. And back at Fangtasia Eric puts things in motion. Such as having a will drawn up. That goes rather badly
{warnings for bad language, emotional turmoil, and a ripped out spine in the linked video. Also, Eric is an a-hole. But we knew that.}

The following night, Eric seeks out Sookie Stackhouse to bid her farewell.
His cryptic goodbye makes her stop by Fangtasia later. Pam is not best pleased. But she does see the potential in the situation. Blah, blah, vampire emergency, blah.
{warnings: melodrama, making out, betrayal, kidnapping}

At Fangtasia Pam gets a visit from Bill Compton and has a falling out with Yvetta.

Meanwhile, Eric Northman confronts Russell Edgington (and Talbot in a jar) and makes him an offer he can't refuse. The hunt is on.
{warnings: Talbot in a jar, turncoating}

lazy_but_loyal

Pam is getting restless.

She and Eric haven't gone back home in a while, but now she's feeling the itch, even if she's not looking forward to what awaits them. A giant pain in the ass, is what.

But she isn't leaving without Eric. When he says it's time to go, then they'll go together. She just hopes he's had enough time to come up with a plan. And it's not like she's been completely idle, she's been wracking her brain trying to think of something, too, but how to kill a 3,000 year old vampire isn't in her field of expertise.

So what else can you do but sit at a table with a laptop and compose a very long and detailed email to your personal shopper in Chicago about overhauling your entire wardrobe.

She's not very botherable and never really has been, ever. But she won't bite your face off. This time. Probably.

electro_kinetic

In a flurry of fucking cold air and little flurries of snow, there comes in a Noriko in a beacon-yellow pea coat and a black beret obscuring her bright blue hair, cursing rather inventively in Japanese and mixed English.

She goes straight to the bar and orders a very large very hot hot chocolate, which comes with a small bag of thankfully--perhaps apologetically--adorable marshmallows. At least those make her smile, and seem less apt to growl actively at passersby. At some point, it also provides a tiny popup speaker and a recording of Albioni's Adagio, which she'll be listening to at a respectable volume for once, the fingers of her left hand moving as if to press the strings of the instrument being played.

lazy_but_loyal

Pam ~~comes down~~ descends the stairs, her t-strap stiletto pumps clicking sharply on the floorboards.

She's wearing a black, high-waisted pencil skirt with a slit up the side, and a clingy, red satin blouse that can only button up so far. Her hair is done up in relaxed victory rolls, blonde tresses falling in neat waves over her shoulders. When she perches on a stool at the bar, she crosses her long, pale, fishnet-stocking clad legs, and orders the latest Bergdorf Goodman catalog to peruse.

She doesn't order anything to drink. She's hungry, but she's not that hungry.

(Well, unless she thinks you're particularly delicious.)

lazy_but_loyal

[ OOM: Millitimed to after Eric and Pam arrive in Milliways: Jemma volunteers, Pam has a mild breakdown, Eric is...well, Eric.

Warnings: just the blood-drinking, no nudity or sex lol what ]

athelstanthescribe

[OOC: Millitimed to yesterday, after this. Warning for vampirism, nudity and handjobs]

Athelstan comes down the stairs from the rooms, the hood of his cloak drawn forward over his head to cast his neck into deep shadow.

There's something... different about him, though you'd have to know him very well or have special senses to notice. He glances around and heads over to the Bar to order red meat and kale, as he promised.

lazy_but_loyal

[ OOMs: True Blood Canon time!

Eric seeks sanctuary at Fangtasia but finds that the Authority has caught up with him...and finally, so has his past.
{Warning: Nan Flanagan's bitchiness}.

The next evening, Eric and Pam discuss their fate, and basically it all ends in tears. Nan then arrives with the official ruling from the Authority.
{Warning: Emotional vampires, an insane monarch, and more bitchy Nan.} ]

When the door opens, two vampires enter the bar.

They're uncharacteristically subdued, because they're dealing with a lot of shit right now.

This doesn't mean they're not approachable.

In fact, they're kind of hungry. They'd love it if you approached.

[OOC: Two pups, two muns. Instaslows for work, sleep, weird time zones, etc.]