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fairest1.livejournal.com

Snow stands by the door, looking around Milliways. It's been a long two years; she's been through a lot.

Looking over to where Bigby, Wade and Millie have assembled at the door with their luggage, she beams. She's gained a lot, too. Even with everything she's been through, it's all been worth it.

They open the door and look out on the familiar stretch of greenery that they've visited a few times before. Pausing in the doorway a moment, they just enjoy the fresh air before they finally step through. Snow ruffles Millie's fur and gives Wade a nudge to let him know it's okay to fly around as high as he wishes. Bigby's arm is warm around her waist as they pick up their bags and step through to their own stretch of paradise.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

[ooc: Bigby resigns.]

slayer_fray

(OOM: Mel, Tim and Bigby in the office)

There's a note left with Bar:

( Ace )

someonesdog

(OOM: Full moon in the woods)

[So far: Shelley isn't a werewolf! yay]

Other threads are stil welcome now it isn't accidentally firends locked to comments...

slayer_fray

Mel's sitting at a table with a large pizza. She's a little morose again.

It comes of worrying about what you're going to say when you see your best friend again, of really wanting to smash in your best friend's brother's face, and of reflecting on family you haven't seen for months.

Distractions welcome. Asking what's up will get lies.

[OOC: OMG I got a zilla, yay me! Anyway: ~~Woobie~~ Large and Mel share woes about their respective best friends, including Raph's relationship with Death and What Raph Did to Mike, before forming an officialish Ex-Turtle Best Friend Alliance. Xander and Mel have a brief chat about Erin. Bigby gets Mel to bear her sould to him again, this time about what to do when she's unBound. Drusilla and Mel meet and talk about souled vampires and Mel's city. It's kinda nice.]

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Out by the lake, things have been carefully prepared. There's a beautiful spot, right at the edge of the forest, where the sun's rays passing through the trees leave a breathtaking effect. The ground is fairly level here, and there's a few scattered flowers growing naturally. Chairs have been set up for everyone in neat rows, and a hardwood dance floor has been created off to the side. A wedding arch and a simple runner form the aisle for the procession. A gentle breeze is enough to keep formal wear from becoming excessively warm. All are welcome, but disrupt things at their own risk*

smallestopener

*It's eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, thanks to Millitime, and the stage is set for Ingress's birthday out by the lake. The House of Arch family has gathered around a perfect picnic spot under a tree. Right beside them is a playground Tom has conjured just for the occaision. There is a swingset, a slide, a merry go round, and a sandbox charmed with sand that's perfect for building.

Ingress is wearing a gown fit for a princess. It has been charmed against stains and ripping just for this special day. She is also wearing a blinking button which reads "I am 6!" She is very, very, very excited.

Tom, Door, Gavroche, and Megwyn are putting finishing decorating touches on the picnic tables set up with a gigantic cake, gallons of ice cream from Florean Fontescue's ice cream parlor, and punch. There is also a table with baskets of wizarding crackers. These are gifts for the guests - once the crackers are popped, the recipient will get a hat of some kind (maybe there will be a plethora of pirate hats!) and a wizarding toy or game like chess or gobstones. Or whatever else you'd like - the guest gets to decide!

There are several chairs under the tree as well, providing a good view of the playground.

Come, birthday with them!*

OOC: Summary forthcoming. However, very important (and menacing) Barty and Tom thread within.

prydeful

If life were fair, none of the following would ever happen.

But this is Milliways.

And so, really, it makes sense that when someone went to bed last night, a small, hand written brochure fell out of her bag behind her.

And it makes sense that a wait rat discovered the brochure. And photocopied it–those rats have access to so many things–and has just now placed several copies on each table.

And on the Bar.

And one under each door of each room upstairs.

But it’s just a brochure.

One that happens to be titled the following:

Milliways Patrons: Birth Control Is Your Friend!

( It looks something like this: )

One brochure that is addressed to both the men and women of Milliways. And contains suggestions of various forms of birth control. And various sorts of ways of attaining sexual satisfaction that do not lead to breeding. And involve lovely things like mouths and hands.

One brochure that was likely never meant to see the light of day, and probably written by a young mutant woman as a joke.

And is now on every table of the bar.

And the counter of the Bar.

And in every room upstairs.

If life were fair, none of this would have happened.

...

Fucking Milliways, man.

(Oh. And at the bottom of the brochure is the following: ~~P.S. Stop getting married, dammit! Half of you are going to be divorced by the time you’re 30.~~)

There’s no way to tell who produced this brochure.

Whoever did write it is probably grateful for that fact.

[ooc: PLEASE feel free to have your pup(s) find a brochure and react to it, here or anywhere else.]

the_lioness

*Alanna stands by the lake, humming and examining a set of throwing knives. Elaine's next sword lesson is scheduled to start soon, and Alanna keeps an eye on the bar door in the hopes that George, Svava and Archie put in an appearance as well.*

[OOC: Anyone is welcome to come watch or join in. :) ]

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Bigby, Millie and Wade enter the bar. They grab dinner from Bar and head for the usual booth*

flame-and-void.livejournal.com

The front door opens, and in walks Rand. He looks about briefly, then makes his way to the bar. Seeing no bartender about, he procures a glass of mulled wine, then finds an empty table and sits down, leaning the chair back slightly and putting his feet up.

Sipping his wine, he people watches.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Snow and Bigby enter the bar from the House of Arch, along with their children. They settle down into the usual booth.*

timsbooks.livejournal.com

*The great black metal shell is still there. The line of energy still connects it to the door. But as one watches, the line begins to fade, the energy retreating back to the saftey of the shell. Little red cracks appear in the metal, almost seeming to glow from within, spiderwebbing across the surfac eof the sphere, until there is little black left, mostly red.... and then it shatters, fading to the ground, evaporating as it touches the floor. Whats left is a table, some chairs....and Tim. He doesn't look good. His hair is unwashed, his face unshaven. His black clothes hang loosely from his frame, even worse then normal. He hasn't eaten since he started this, and his magic has been drawing directly from him. The boy is exhausted. one doesn't even need to see his eyes behind dark sunglasses to know he's tired. But he did it. He contacted Ace. And thats what matters, right? Not this silly health thing.*

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks in through the front door, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow enters the bar with the twins and retrieves their dinner from Bar. Realizing Bigby's busy, she simply gives him a warm smile before heading for the usual booth*

Current Mood: content

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard strolls in, sketchpad nowhere to be found, looking... satisfied.

The equations work.

He gets a bottle of tequila and a shotglass and joins Crowley.*

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Bigby emerges from the office, carrying a stack of pages. He settles down in a corner where he can keep an eye on the bar as well as do the paperwork. He lights a cigarette, pulls out a pen and hunkers down.*

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Millie and Wade enter from the back door, Millie shaking a bit of snow off her fur before entering. Snow retrieves a mug of hot chocolate from Bar before taking them to the usual booth, waiting for Bigby*

Current Mood: cold

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith has had another dream, having fallen asleep in the bar again. The absence of blood and guts, plus the fact that she has no clue what this one was going on about, means that when she jerks awake, she looks more confused than scared.

Until she sees the little girl from her dream walk into the bar. At which point, there is so. much. staaaaare.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

( Mike and Indy's quest to bring Raph home )

( A pleasant surprise in Room 134 )

( A note for Bigby )

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Bigby and the kids willan on-enter the bar and willan on-take their seats in the normal booth*

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Bigby enters the bar, with both of his children.*

~~[OOC: Need to go offline for a bit. Be back shortly, I hope!]~~

mynameisbruce.livejournal.com

Bruce comes in with Mite. Bruce is carrying a book, as usual. Since he's been foiled in trying to figure out how the grown-up world works, at least in any way that he could change, he's gone back to something he can do: practicing. He puts the book down on an out-of-the way table and studies the pictures for a moment. Then he settles into what the book says is 'Horse' stance, and tries to imitate the hand gestures as best he can.

Current Mood: busy

gil-whimple.livejournal.com

Gil dances into the bar and up to the notice board where he pins a large sheet of cardboard where he has written the following in big loopy letters:
Dear Customers and Staff of Milliways,

We are terribly terribly delighted to imform you that Bernard Mickey Wrangle - our esteemed head Barman - is now AWAKE, though not yet fit to receive scads and scads of visitors. However, tokens of affection may be passed on to him by Miss Tonks, or members of the kitchen staff.

I'm sure you would like to join us in wishing him a speedy recovery.

He has drawn a smilie faun underneath and this time he means it.