milliways_bar | Entries tagged with david talbot

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

He stands with his back to the door, watching Charlie sitting at the booth he'd just been in, raising his hand in a 'see you later' as Charlie drops his hand to his side, finally.

Looking around, he knows that the place has gotten bigger since the first time he'd stepped foot in it. Physically, metaphysically, emotionally, it had all grown.

He knows he's been here not half as long as he thinks he has - time passes differently, on the outside, and he'd been struggling to keep up with what was going on inside. Which is why he'd made the conscious decision to just... not come back. Those who cared, could visit. Those who couldn't... wouldn't miss him anyway.

So he turns, his hand on the doorknob, and he thinks of everything that had happened because of these four walls, whether within them or without them...

He starts singing, "Que sera, sera, whatever will be, will be. The future's not ours to see, que sera."

And David Talbot leaves Milliways for the last time with blood on his cheeks, smiling.

[OOC: An edit, I suppose, to say that - anyone who knows David? Feel free to tag his previous post to say g'bye. I didn't think I was going to do this tonight, but... alas, plans change. Say sorry.]

Current Mood: sad

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

Well now, here's A Thing. A Thing wot he hasn't done in quite some time.
(More time than you'd imagine. Feels like years. Possibly was.)

David.

Booth.

Blood.

Obviously thoughtful and looking for someone by the name of Charlie. But the lack of newspaper means he'd welcome most any company.

[OOC: Tags may be slow, as mun is doing other stuff, but please - don't let that put you off! I'm still here :D]

Current Mood: calm

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOM: In Tokyo, there is a meeting and a parting. No warnings, really, except for some woe.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOM: Post an offer being made and accepted, Khayman drops Claudia off in Tokyo, where she has a talk with David and Loki, where the future and mortality (and, to an extent, morality) is discussed.

Later, David and Loki discuss schools, schooling, and tutors.

Warnings for David's biting of Loki in the latter thread. But hey, vampire. He's allowed.]

Current Mood: awake

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam comes in smiling. Then he sees a certain sign, as he approaches the Bar, and the smile fades.

It vanishes entirely by the time he's finished reading the letter that shows up with his drink, and he slumps visibly on his stool. After a few minutes, he raises his glass to the empty air behind the Bar, glumly.

Here's to you, Eddie and Susannah. All the peace you can find.

He might need company.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOM: Armand says his goodbyes. To David, at least.]

[OOC: Taggable by anyone with access to Tokyo, I suppose.]

Current Mood: contemplative

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

He's wearing a nice, smart suit - not the suit in the icon, but a nice one. Sitting revising the notes he's written on pieces of card that he tucks into his pocket.

Okay, so he has stuff to do tonight. So he's just passing the time by reading a book.

Paradise Lost, again. Big shock.

Current Mood: calm

bloodyrockgod

[OOM: The ceremony.]

And now for the fun part.

Now is the time when for celebrating. For dancing and laughing and congratulating.

Out by the lake there's tables and chairs and food, there's music and room to dance, and--what do you know--there's a newly married couple looking to share some happiness.

[ooc: usual party rules apply.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

It's been a while since David's been inna bar. But putting the final touches to Richard's book has had a seriously detrimental effect on visiting.

The book is, however, finished and David carries it in a portflio folder, neatly bound as a manuscript. It won't leave his sight until he gets it to Richard.

He looks around once, twice, and chooses a stool at the bar, ordering a cup of sweet tea and a copy of the Times before retreating to a booth. So, there's that thing again, for the first time in a while.

David.

Booth.

Newspaper.

Tea.

Have at.

Current Mood: okay

bloodyrockgod

Outside by the lake, where the sunset hits the trees in a particularly stunningly golden way, Charlie is doing yoga.

Yes, it looks like he's standing on one foot with his hands over his head. Juuuust wait.

(He's got to work off all those waffles somehow.)

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOM: David's having a little difficulty writing.

OOC: Open to anyone who milli-canonically has access to Loki's Tokyo House and would be looking for David :D]

child_like_vampire

Claudia is curled up on a couch. She's wearing a simple dress this early in the morning. Not sure why, but it was what Bar had given her when she'd asked for a new dress. She missed Louis buying her lovely, expensive gowns.

Louis.

She refuses to dwell too much.

Next thing you knew, she'd be eating rats, and she'd never stoop so low.

So, she sits and watches people, arms around her legs, her large eyes wide.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David's in the bar. Evidently, he looks a little busy. He came here looking for someone - Richard, or Nick, or even Lestat. Anyone, really. He doesn't have his papers with him - the book's almost finished, and it's sitting at home in a folder, awaiting him.

Come, talk to the vampire! He doesn't bite (except when hungry).

Current Mood: hopeful

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

There's a Lestat in the bar. Casual. Nonchalant. Trying to look as if he drinks here every night. Trying, when he picks up a leaflet concerning Lilly's launch-party, to look as if he's not surprised by the staff's new attitude to paid-for sex.

The bar itself seems rather empty, so he saunters over to Lilly's suite.

Current Mood: curious

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David is in the bar today, as opposed to being somewhere else. The mun's brane, unfortunately, did not follow him to aforementioned bar.

He's just making himself comfortable in a booth with a book (Goethe's Faust, again) and a cup of tea.

Current Mood: content

eternal-boy.livejournal.com

There's no bloodpudding with a candle in it, but Nick is at the bar. He looks... well, depressed is pretty standard for the last few months (and centuries, but who's counting?) with the exception of those times when friends lift his spirits for him, but Ivanhoe the rat has served him his usual and seems to be keeping something of an eye on him.

He doesn't have a book with him, not even one of his own. He's just people watching at the moment.

Do come by.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

Sheila comes in through the front door - she's not changed much since last time. Far too busy with clients and redecorating her apartment to bother dyeing her hair or getting it styled or anything. She just looks... same as last time. If a little smilier.

She makes her way to the bar, orders a glass of Baileys and some ice cream before heading to a booth and curling herself into the corner and pulling out a tattered, worn copy of Interview With The Vampire and making herself comfortable.

But feel free to interrupt; Louis' whining gets on her nerves sometimes.

David's actually asleep in the booth next to Sheila, his arm draped over his eyes. Amadeo's whining gets on his nerves because it's really there. He's taking a break.

But very very pokeable. Go on. You know you want to.

Amadeo's also taking a break from complaining. His throat's sore and his head hurts and he's sitting at the bar with a Bloody Mary.

He looks pissy, but it's just a front. He's really very cuddly. And in need of cuddles.

Current Mood: bouncy

bloodyrockgod

All good things must come to an end, and so Charlie is back from Chris's palace in India.

He has presents, though.

i_vanquish_evil

Van Helsing is sitting by the fire, sipping brandy, Natalie sitting next to him.

Several tables away is Connor MacLeod with a glass of Scotch and maybe a sword.

[OOC: both pups will be exiting the bar later tonight as mun may not be available to perform said action tomorrow night... feel free to tag...]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

The mun reserves the right to disappear in a few hours to let her younger sibling online!

That being said, David comes in through the front door, pile of paper present and a pen stuck behind his ear. He makes his way to a booth and sits, fanning the papers out and pulling an almost-finished Post-It pack from his pocket, and starts to make notes.

There are times he wishes he'd started doing this on the computer. This is one of those times.

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

When the door opened for Santino, it gave a clear view of ever-bustling Rome. Streets well-lit, people and action going on all over. The sounds of clubs and cafes echoed in through the door a little, giving the insiders a glimpse of red-painted Italian steel parked outside before the door closed.

He sat down at a table, in plain view, without ordering a drink. Santino didn't expect to have to wait long.

[OOC: Actually, nevermind. Have at.]

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

Amadeo enters, quietly - almost shyly - and slides into a booth. There just so happens to be a David in the booth, shaking his head over misnumbered pages of Richard's story.

Neither speaks. They don't need to.

[OOC: Feel free to tag either

angelus_amadeo or

notsoyoung or both! Go mad.]

Current Mood: discontent

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: Locked to Nicholas de Brabant and Richard Mayhew, if'n they're up for playing, mainly because mun has a flight to catch in 5 hours or so. Sorry!]

David has been busy.

Ahahahaha, no he's really not. He's been editing what he's got written of Richard's story so far. Which explains the pages upon pages of paper he brings into the bar with him as he makes his way to a booth to work them all into some semblance of order.

Current Mood: busy

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

Mun is awake. Mun hates being awake.

So we'll just pretend like David would rather be at home, asleep, in his nice, warm, Loki-filled bed.

... we don't need to pretend. He really would rather be at home, asleep in his nice, warm, Loki-filled bed.

Instead, though, he's here, doing his thing:

David.

Booth.

Blood.

~~Book.~~

Note.

Frown.

Current Mood: blah

b-a-summers.livejournal.com

There is a pink-cheeked Slayer sitting at the bar, sipping on a lemon-ice-water, fresh in from a morning run with the kind of natural high you only get from a good workout.

What? There was nothing suggestive about that at all. Don't look at me like that.