milliways_bar | Entries tagged with carlisle cullen

It might be 72/22 degrees when you exit through the Lake Door towards Lake Hogwarts, but once you go out and to the right, towards where the highland scrub turns into powder-white sand, the temperature jumps a good 13/7 degrees.

Welcome to the Caribbean Outlet.
A section of the Lake that makes about as much sense as anywhere else does.
There are palm trees.
There are cabanas.
There are hammocks.
And there might even be a Tiki Bar festooned with bikini tops and bottoms.
...
Or not.
Ask Mike no questions, and you'll get no answers...no that's not true, he'll probably give you answers to questions you never even dreamed of asking, likely because you value your sanity.

[oom: All Skate rules apply here, meaning all are welcome.
All is defined as non-members of the comm. Duplicate characters. Retired characters. Non-canon characters.
Why? Times are tough enough already, and community overrules...well, rules.

Much like Vegas, what happens in All Skates, stays in All Skates.
Be on your best behavior, and you won't find your characters tossed into Lost and Found. - bing]

noteful

[OOM: Sont les mots qui vont très bien ensemble.]

tobenormal

[OOM: Hank goes looking for things he's not cleared for.]

The Front Door swings open today to reveal a young man, barely out of his teen years, who is dressed in a lab coat, brown sweater vest and tan slacks. He looks startled and confused and is rooted to the spot.

A little help might be in order.

Current Mood: shocked

notenlightened

When Reese walks into the Bar, she's fully expecting to hear the sound of her partner's footsteps, the continuous murmur of his voice behind her.

(Crews has, up until this point, been going on about some kind of fruit that can be grown in harsher weather - she wouldn't put it past him as some kind of Zen metaphor.)

The door closes behind her, and all goes quiet.

Reese glances behind her shoulder, frowning.

"Huh."

It isn't the first time Crews will have done something unexpected, deviated from the norm. For now, the norm is what she's going to stick to in ordering herself a coffee - and maybe one for him too, if he eventually makes it into Milliways.

noteful

The last of the spots has faded and Meg is calling her bout of chickenpox over and done. Except for the occasional cough, but that's the sort of thing no one will find all that odd.

She's ready to be home again.

Meg stops off briefly to return to Bar some of the things she's accumulated over the last two weeks, and to leave a ( note for Carlisle )

And that done, Meg heads back to Montreal.

[OOC: Not taggable, just sending her home.]

noteful

Meg is almost free of chickenpox for spots, and the few that are left have almost completely faded.

She's still coughing a little, but other than that, she is just about over and done with chickenpox, and should be able to go home soon.

So it's a very cheerful Meg who's in the bar this evening, putting the final touches on a scarf she's been knitting this week.

noteful

[OOM-but-not: I don't usually do this part at work.]

themidnightson

[OOM:

Edward:

I am upstairs with Meg who is currently ill.

]

noteful

[OOM: Straight from here.]

Meg Ford, wearing an old t-shirt that belongs to her fiance and pajama bottoms, steps into the bar and stops for a second.

This isn't the bedroom.

But that's all right.

Maybe if she just sits down for a minute . . .

Or lies down.

There's a sofa.

Lying down is good.

As is falling asleep.

After all, if she's asleep, she doesn't have to worry in the slightest about the way her fever is climbing right now.

[OOC: Plotlocked, with apologies.]

mute_clay

Clay has settled down on the porch, a lit cigarette between his lips.

His hands are busy carving.

With a pocket knife, he is coaxing a small field mouse out of a piece of wood left over from the chaos and mayhem he narrowly missed.

Occasionally, he looks up from his work, casting a quick look around, eyes narrowed against the smoke.

His door still won't open. And he is hesitant to try too often. You never know when you might be overstepping.

ofthefamily

It's been a while, for Carlisle Cullen.

And one of the Barmen is in a coma?

...This is weird.

[ooc: workslow? Random.]

themidnightson

Hey, Milliways?

Have one pretty boy, Adonis cupcake.

You'll find him sitting at Yrael's baby grand playing Für Elise.

ofthefamily

The narration would like to point out that there are many useful, productive things that should be going on right now.

Instead, here - have a sparkly doctor man, in unusually informal clothing (long-sleeved tee shirt and corduroy pants), skimming something on a datapad that was left in the infirmary.

Easily distractable.

[ooc: doing homework...nominally.]

ofthefamily

Carlisle's in the bar more accidentally today than anything else. He'd been getting dressed at home for a board meeting at the hospital in a couple of hours, so he enters in a navy blue suit and deep burgundy tie.

Very trendy, Alice might say.

Since he has some time to himself, Carlisle ducks in the infirmary for a moment to check in on things. Afterwards he finds himself a seat at the bar. You can probably catch him either place.

[ooc: I'm here til about 10 est, but a little slow.]

ofthefamily

Alice gave Carlisle a new book this morning that falls far outside Dr. Cullen's normal realm of scholarly material. The Tarot Handbook: Practical Applications of Ancient Visual Symbols has a couple of pages flagged with stickers Carlisle borrowed from Esme's desk upstairs, and when Carlisle walks into Milliways, he has a thin yellow highlighter tucked behind his ear.

When Carlisle gets to page 85 after finding a table (the only page Alice herself had dog-eared), the highlighter is swiped from his ear and is put to good use.

" -- the universal principle of self-esteem and confidence," Carlisle mumbles aloud. "That seems...true, but not quite accurate."

He has some more studying to do.

themidnightson

The door opens on a tiny fellow.

His hair is going every which way.
This time, there are stripped pajamas, too.

But the look of wonder (for his mother's party) is the same.

[Baby!Edward Masen's 3rd Once-Yearly July 20th Appearance here until it stops, but I'll be gone for my wine class between 6:30-8:20 CST]

ofthefamily

Carlisle is at the bar, now, and the Bar seems to hesitate - waiting for a moment before letting the correspondence addressed to Dr. Cullen appear for Carlisle to take.

And open.

And read.

Read again.

And kind of snarl at.

'Unhesitant' isn't even a word.

[ooc: I cry uncle and fall over. Slowtimes for any who want them.]

yesthatbella.livejournal.com

[Letter left with Bar, addressed to Dr. Carlisle Cullen, M.D., from Isabella Swan.]

ofthefamily

( Miss Isabella Swan, care of Police Chief Charles Swan, Forks, Washington )

themidnightson

[OOM:

"I proposed."

"That's good, isn't it?"

]

ofthefamily

Carlisle looks only slightly more formally dressed than he usually does, today - he was presenting a patient who had crashed his motorcycle west of First Beach who had complications that were 'academically intriguing'.

It galls Carlisle sometimes that he's supposed to look at a human life as though it were just 'intriguing', but he presented anyway. Doing what is asked of him eases some of the stares and confusion he is still garnering from those he left behind those months ago.

But he is in Milliways now, the first time in...he's not quite sure exactly how long it has been here, and Carlisle takes a seat near to the Observation Window. He doesn't have any place in particular he needs to rush off to.

[ooc: please tag me OOCly first if you're looking for a thread? It's my first day of school and I don't want to get too wrapped up just yet.]

ofthefamily

Carlisle and Edward talked. Small successes. Big issues.

Carlisle really isn't trying to think of that all that much - not here. Here is...needs to be, quiet. At least a little.

(It wouldn't do as an escape route otherwise. Carlisle is supposed to be on rounds.)

He's currently in that awkward trying-to-figure-out-what-to-do phase of walking into the bar. Book? Check in at the infirmary? Find people?

Maybe just start with sitting at the bar herself - figure out where to go from there.

[ooc: workslow]