milliways_bar | Entries tagged with aslan

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron

blueshifted.livejournal.com

[OOM:

So shall I fight, so shall I tread,
In this long war beneath the stars;
So shall a glory wreathe my head,
So shall I faint and show the scars,
Until this case, this clogging mould,
Be smithied all to kingly gold.

- John Edward Masefield, The Creed ]

Warnings for violence, psychological torture, and possible spoilers.
[Tiny Tag: Barney Calhoun]

friend_of_lucy

[OOM: Narnia awakes!]

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: Puck was not having a good day even before he ran into River, which doesn't exactly help things given that they determine he's going into labor. Lilly and Havelock are fetched, and our heroes prepare to make with the baby-making!

... Things don't exactly go smooth.

Warning: Threads contain live births, drugging of loved ones, psychedelic glamors, uncooperative elevators, gratuitous cookie-flinging, several incarnations of Jesus, heckling, mockery, fainting spells, and declarations of love. Proceed at own risk.]

queenofmay

[OOM: On the beach, Marian meets someone with several important messages.

Back home in Nottingham, waking up isn't all princes and kisses.]

necessary_child

[OOC: At the last Lake Party, Sam ran into someone... startling.]

[This may be officially the longest slowtime EVER. Mostly because Sam-Mun sucks. Aslan-Mun really, really doesn't, though.]

treading_dawn

[OOM: By the lake, questions are asked, answers are given, and there is some comfort to be had.]

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

[An Encounter]

ambitionsbared.livejournal.com

Even if no one had seen the body, everybody knew what had happened.

The old Lion King never allows himself to be seen when he's dying. He steals out while the rest of the pride is asleep, and vanishes into the grasslands, where he knows he won't be found.

Mufasa, for all his efforts to proceed as normal, was acting stupid and inconsolable. Scar was taking the time to be reflective. It would have been interesting to see his father dead.

When he prowls into Milliways, it takes him a moment to get his bearings. It's been a long time since his last visit, and much has happened since then. But he's on familiar enough turf, he feels, and in any event, it'll be better company than the hyenas.

"The king is dead," he intones to himself, his lips curled into a wry smile. "Long live the king."

all-in-plato.livejournal.com

The Professor has spent all morning, and most of the afternoon, writing an article on certain grammatical forms in a passage from Plato's Republic. Around four, which was just a few minutes ago, Mrs Macready made a point of standing just outside his office door, coughing loudly, by which Professor Kirke understood that his household staff felt that he was working too hard and he ought to take a break for tea, or perhaps a walk in the grounds. Obediently, Kirke opened the door to permit Mrs Macready to bring in the tea service.

Now, looking through the doorway into Milliways, the Professor says, "I suppose I will be going farther than usual for my tea today."

treading_dawn

[OOM: When a priest goes walking, a Lion goes walking with him. Sometimes the end is not a bad place to be.]

called_lioness

[OOM: And sometimes when you fall you catch yourself half-way. For a little while.

Millitimed to tonight.]

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Night falls, and the air begins to hold a slight chill.

Winter is returning, slowly.

The bonfire tonight is bigger, and the bar serves hot tea, coffee, and chocolate as well as alcohol. S'mores fixings, as well as other sweet treats, are available.

Children light up the patchy woods with sparklers.

This is it.

Curl up with your friends, your lovers, your friends who are lovers, or your friends who may become lovers before the night is through.

The lake party is almost over.

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

Ace occassionaly has too much time, and not enough to keep her busy.

This is when the bad things happen.

Or, at least, the very unusual things.

One of the trees by the lake was oddly absent for most of the day, and now that the sun has gone down, the path leading from the bar's back door out to the mountain is highlighted with glowsticks every few feet. Someone (namely a small, stubborn pyro and her very confused dog) not only hauled over generators for lighting and hot plates to keep the drinks warm, but managed to rig a little rope and handle pully system to make a sort of 'lift' up to the top of one of the gentler slopes. Though, to be quite honest, it's what's at the bottom of the slope that wins the prize.

Snow toys.

Namely, ski scooters, ski bikes, tobaggans, sleds, snow boogieboards, innertubes, what looks like the unholy marriage between a tobaggan and an innertube, discs, and a very disturbing 'stool on ski' that doesn't look terribly safe. Just be thankful the John Deere tractor on skis was too heavy for Ace to shift.

Folks, the slope (being the singular, in this case) is open. There is, in fact, a note to this effect on the notice board, left when Ace went to get some carafes of hot cocoa and mulled apple cider.

(ooc: Much like the barthread rules: Post, threadhop, have mid-slope collusions, try the toys, have fun!)

(ooc pt.2: Sadly, I have to do this whole 'sleep' thing that evidently involves falling unconscious for no particular reason for several hours. Totally inconvinient, I know. But! I do slowtimes. And if I forget slowtimes, as I am a somewhat braindead vet student, PING ME. Srsly. Anyway. Threads are still open, slope is still open until infinity. Yes. *shuffles off*)

no-more-chianti.livejournal.com

[OOM: While walking in the woods, Clarice meets someone who is most definitely not a tame Lion, and learns that home actually does appear to be where the heart is.

Or at least she gets an inkling.]

nitro-is-ace.livejournal.com

(OOM: Ace does not know when to just give up the argument, or the deception.)

called_lioness

[OOMS DELUXE:

Friday night, Lilly Kane takes Narnians and others to Vegas for the bachelor and bachelorette parties.

The girls enjoy their time at the spa--and the strip club, though "enjoy" also means "are shocked by"--while the boys are...mostly just horrified.

Drinking occurs all around.

But it's not really enough for Lucy and Caspian to deal with being handcuffed and forced to deal with a sex shop by one Lilly Kane. (This thread rated R for Really They Did That In The Dressing Room?)

And in the end, they all meet up, for great flirting (between people you might not expect) and heading home.

Saturday, Caspian and Lucy get ready and are nervous. It's very cute, for both of them.

And then Saturday night...

Well.

God's in His Heaven and you're at my side, and now all is right with the world.

Many threads still ongoing.]

called_lioness

It was probably lovely, the ceremony.

Lucy, at least, hasn't a clue what happened during in it, but it was probably lovely, and as she and Caspian head to the reception, they're both smiling widely.

It must have been lovely, really, to make the smiles quite so large.

[ooc: There are two subthreads, one for food/talking with the bride and groom/etc, and one for dancing. Please tag as you will, as slowtime is love, and this is going at least through the rest of the weekend.]

gramarye1971

The bar is feeling a trifle claustrophobic this evening, and it is still mild enough outside to make a walk in the fresh air fairly pleasant. So Merriman is taking advantage of the last hour or so of proper daylight, outside the bar and by the edge of the lake.

deserved_it

[Millitimed to Wednesday: Some of Eustace's questions are answered, by a certain Someone.]

called_lioness

[oom: Sometimes you get what you want, and you do like it. She doesn't have to ask a thing, but it's nice to talk with Him even when she doesn't have to, of course. And if some questions are never answered, well. That's life, and maybe death isn't so very different. Set sometime after Caspian asks Aslan, OH GOD don't ask me when.]

the_seafarer

[OOM: After destruction, there is mending. After death, life--and after every ending, a beginning.

And the Lion is always there.

To celebrate each and every one.]

highking.livejournal.com

[OOMs: First, Peter and Lucy have a...something. Millitimed to a week ago.

Then, tonight, Peter speaks with someone else.]

called_lioness

[oom: Changes and comments in passing mean worry. Dreams, or not-dreams, help you deal with it on one level, and conversations help you do so on another.

And in the end, sometimes being alone is enough, while you wait for the page to turn.

All set shortly after Caspian's proposal.]