milliways_bar | Entries tagged with delia of eldorne

Tonight Alanna has smoothed every hair into place, polished her boots until the shine is frankly distracting, and made sure her scarlet tunic and tight black breeches are wrinkle free. She is impeccably turned out.

It is still not enough for Prince Jonathan.

"Oh, stuff it!" Alanna yells back through the door as she enters. "You're not even making any sense. Either you want me to talk to them or you don't. Make up your mind." Beat. "Your Highness."

She slams the door and stomps on her very shiny boots to Bar, who decides this is an excellent time to recruit tonight's bartender.

Congratulations! You've won the honor of tending bar this evening. Don't forget to pick specials. May I suggest the Olau cider? It's quite popular. And don't lose your temper at customers, Squire.

"I never lose my temper." Alanna mutters, frowning at the napkin. "Huh. There's a Barony Olau in Tortall!"

Is there? How remarkable. Zzzzzzzzzzzzz.

Alanna fails to stop frowning. She does, however, follow orders and write some specials on the board while waiting for her first customer.

Specials

Ale
Lemonade
Coffee that I didn't make so it should taste decent
Olau Cider

[OOC: Step right up to the bar, folks! Post is open forever. Slowtime is welcomed and probably inevitable sooner rather than later on my end, anyway, thanks to arm pain. As always, thread-hopping is also encouraged. :D

ETA: I love you all! Taking a break so as not to kill the arm. Slowtimes all around if that's ok?]

the_lioness

A few days have passed since Alanna dueled Dain of Melor.

For every pat on the back she gets in congratulations, someone whispers about her as she passes in the halls or shoots her strange looks across the palace courtyards.

Jon says she should take it as a compliment. She does, in so far as it doesn't exactly bother her, but mostly she remembers the feel of Lightning against Dain's throat and the way the sword stayed steady in her hand as Dain trembled.

It's harder to heal than it is to kill. The Mother knows why, but you've a gift for both.

When she does sleep, Alanna dreams she asks Maude to tell her more about what she meant. Maude looks at her with a mixture of pity and fear, and shakes her head no, pointing to her well-tended fire. Obeying, Alanna draws closer to the flames and sees the same image that has been replaying over and over in her head during her waking hours: the duel.

Tonight she opts for Milliways over attempting to rest. Faithful seems to know she wants some time alone and remains curled up on her bed, watching Alanna change out of her uniform into simple but clean breeches and shirt. Lightning, cleaned and polished to a shine it hasn't seen in years, is right where she wants it: strapped to her hip, in easy reach.

The bar is busy when Alanna arrives. She looks around for familiar faces she isn't sure she wants to find. Not immediately spotting any, she takes a seat at the bar and orders a lemonade. It's not the Dove's lemonade, but it's pretty good.

[OOC: I am throwing this up now because I promised to get a link to someone, but I probably only have about an hour before I'll need to go to slowtime. That said, slowtime is my BFF, and I'll be around again in the morning!]

peerless_thayet

It is late in Tortall when Thayet takes her leave of the evening's entertainment. The visiting Tyrans stand and make their bows, again gushing praise over the banquet and her company, and as soon as she has left she knows they will put their heads together and discuss what is on everyone's mind: the Tortallan diplomatic delegation bound for Carthak. The Tyrans have their own stake in the matter, of course.

Thayet is weary, but she doesn't return to her chambers just yet. Summer heat has settled on the city and she wants some time on her favorite balcony overlooking the gardens; what she gets instead is Milliways. Looking down at her gown, feeling the weight of the crown upon her head, she does an abrupt turn and leaves, re-entering some time later in her usual Riders' uniform of simple but well-made breeches and shirt, her long dark hair gathered at the back. If she wishes to be just Thayet for a while and not Queen Thayet of Tortall, she intends to dress the part.

Bar welcomes her with a note, a cup of tea and a request.

"Certainly," says Thayet in a much warmer tone than she has used elsewhere tonight. "I'd consider it an honor. And fun besides," is added in a conspiratorial whisper. "Rest well."

Something terrible has happened here, Thayet knows, and she isn't going to back down from a chance to help. The specials board is a bit... light on specials, but the bartender looks cheerful and willing to learn.

Tonight's Specials
Ale
Wine
Tea or coffee
Lemon cake with a divine whipped topping

What'll it be?

[OOC: Oh my goodness I love all of you, but I am about to fall over. Slowtime all around, I hope? Thanks for the threads!]

the_less_perfect

[Pre-Milliways: "Gajari wishes to see you," were not the words Leo wanted to hear.]

The young man who walks into the bar was rather expecting somewhere where he could wash the blood off his face, not a bar.

Said blood is dried in streaks down from his eyes, across his cheeks and overlapping his mouth, although the eyes the blood must have come from are completely intact and even healthy.

Leo, for his part, looks more bewildered than anything. These are meant to be his new quarters. He wasn't sure what he was expecting for the Tribune's quarters, but it wasn't a large bar-cafe, that was for sure.

imnotsodelicate

"- this isn't the library." The girl who says those words is standing at the front door, clutching a heavy, leather-bound book to her chest. She's a pretty girl, with flowing chestnut hair, bright green eyes, and she's dressed plainly; brown skirt, brown bodice, white blouse underneath. Plainly, but the cotton of her clothes is of high quality, and her light, throaty voice is unmistakably cultured. It also, if one knows Tortall, has a Lakes region accent.

The girl is looking both confused and wary. Wary, because behind her is the City of the Gods, and goodness knows that the boys there who being trained in magic know how to pull pranks. Only...this doesn't seem like a prank.

It...it looks a tavern. Maybe. Not that she's been to one, of course, but it still...It has a tavern-ish air.

Delia of Eldorne slowly inches her way forward, still looking very confused.

[OoC: Delia has been rebooted, and is now nearly sixteen. If any characters that tag remember her from her previous run, please don't tell her. Any questions, just drop me a PM or ping me. :)]

Current Mood: confused

the_lioness

"What were you thinking?" mutters the annoyed redheaded youth in a squire's uniform shouldering his way through the front door. "I don't need to give him any more reasons to... Goddess, where have we got to now?"

The young black cat perched on his left shoulder looks unimpressed by both the lecture and its abrupt end. His eyes, as purple as the lad's, quickly scan the room while the squire looks back through the door and frowns, following it up with an inconvenient sneeze.

"This is impossible."

Faithful casually licks a paw. Humans are quick to use that word to describe what they don't understand.

"Don't be ridiculous. This is where the fourth floor gallery is meant to be, and obviously it is not."

Alan of Trebond, who is really a fifteen year old Alanna in disguise, steps into the room and swallows hard, taking everything in with her hand hovering near her sword hilt. The tavern (for that is what it must be, surely) reminds her a bit of the Dove, but what is it doing in the palace? Why has her Gift gone all...prickly? Faithful seems composed, quite a change from the way he had just reacted to meeting Duke Roger; that at least is comforting.

You could just ask, you know.

"Oh, be quiet and let me figure this out."

[OOC: Alanna has been rebooted! More information can be found here, including thoughts on Alanna meeting pups who knew LJ!Alanna and are perfectly aware Alan is a girl. Please let me know if you have any questions. I'll be around most of the evening, off and on, and I'm always a big fan of slowtimes. :D]

the_lioness

[OOM: A visit from the Realms of the Dead brings as many questions as answers. But maybe, just maybe, they are the right questions.

Milli-timed to several weeks ago, after the attack on the palace.]

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[OoM: And the night before Thom's resurrection, he goes to tell Delia...

And it turns out that he's not the only one who is leaving.]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*The back door opens, and Thom drifts in. He looks terrible: wet through with snow, wearing last week's thin black clothes. He goes on bare feet to a table, sits down, and rests his chin in his hands; closes his eyes.

After a few minutes, he shivers, opens them, and orders Atlantean.*

bloodyrockgod

A little lady comes running into the bar.

And then she runs out again--and comes in, this time dragging Charlie by the hand, who's got Keiran and a baby bag on his other arm. "Play wif me, Charlie!" Georgia demands.

"Yes, Empress," Charlie says, laughing.

So, two bebbeh gods and their nanny in a bar. Watch out for falling cherry blossoms.

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.

livewithrats.livejournal.com

[OOM: It's amazing how convincing voices from the past can be.]

Krycek's settled in a chair near the fire with a cup of coffee-vodka held tightly within his still-shaking hands.

He looks exhausted.

Exhausted and scared.

vonschwannsee.livejournal.com

Last night, the front door had led Odile safely back to her work room back in the tower, and by the routes of the guards on the battlements, little time had even passed while she was in Milliways. Thus reassured, when she returned to her tower tonight and found that the workroom door lead back here-

Odile steps through it, with a bit more confidence than her arrival yesterday. She is not without caution, however, nor will she be for any time to come. She makes her way to a table, and gracefully takes a seat.

... There may be some debate about placing an order with the wait rat that is eyeing her with equal caution, however.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[It is return of the Boots. The Boots, the high-heeled, thigh-high, oh-so-black Boots.]

[and oh, there is a Delia attached to said boots, in a short black skirt and...no, not the Bodice. A green jumper, if you must know. Loose, but stylishly so.]

[she is also, surprise surprise, drinking a glass of wine at a table]

the_lioness

[OOM: Millitimed to January 9th, Goldy drops by to see Alanna, bearing belated Christmas gifts and news of Miho's return. But clearly it is the foot spa that wins the day.

Domino Harvey brings pizza and tales of being first a model, then a bounty hunter. Alanna is highly entertained. Once she's certain Domino isn't Elizabeth, that is.

Alanna is rather surprised by Delia's visit, even more so by the turn it takes. When all is said and done, they are both Tortallans pondering the prospect of war with Carthak. And then there is chess.]

true_desire

There's an Endless in the bar.
It's shocking.
Desire. In the bar. Who would have guessed?
... Well. Perhaps anyone even vaguely familiar with this particular Endless, but that's neither here nor there.

Desire seems to be without intent this evening, just staying at the usual table, smoking the usual cigarette, and a simple glass of champagne in hand.

An undirected Desire is a bored Desire.
Bad news for anyone who wasn't looking to become Desire's evening entertainment...

[OOC: I've had to slowtime because I'm out of practice -- I'll get back to this!]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom picks up a note at the bar, reads it, and reads it again. After staring at it for a minute or two, the scrap of paper vanishes; he sits down and pushes his hair out of his eyes, looking thoughtful.

Well, then.*

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James is smoking by the Observation Window again, a pack of cigarettes on the table next to the ashtray and a cup of coffee. There was a magazine earlier, but he's hidden it in the event that a certain female companion of his joins him and asks what he's doing on the cover of Entertainment Weekly.

algiersloveknot.livejournal.com

[OOM: A Reunion between Bond and Bondgirl ends as most things involving Bond do]

Vesper gathered that this bar was rather casual, but that didn't stop her from dressing to the nines. Old habits and all that.

So Earlier she asked bar for something to wear to dinner, which prompted a slight "WTF?" on the part of bar, but you had to look your best. If anything, she wanted to make the right impression on these people.

So for dinner tonight, Vesper Lynd is wearing a Chanel ensemble that makes her feel terribly silly and wonder where it's coming from and who's paying for it. vowing to look at her tab, she takes the stairs, enters the room, and positions herself close to the bar, running a finger through her hair to place it behind her ear.

She wanted to get the lay of the land before her companion came downstairs. Please pardon her if she's staring intently at you?

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's been outside most of this afternoon, practicing with her usual variety of weapons. Now, though, she's looking for a drink, a hot meal, and some company.

Two out of three, she picks up from Bar and carries over to a table. She's hoping the last might come to her.

callitavesper.livejournal.com

James actually is in a suit today, a light gray suit with a lightly striped white shirt and a black tie with thin silver stripes. He's dressed up to do the town, but is doing nothing more than sitting at a table, doodling in a notepad Bar gave him. The rectangular sketches almost look like blueprints for a room, if blueprints were drawn by modestly talented five year olds.

James is a Jack of some trades, not all. All that matters is that the blueprints make sense to him, since it's his room he's planning. Rulers and straight lines come later.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[OOM: In which Valentine and Delia are sweet, and she comes to something of a decision.]

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[And in the Bar, there is a Delia. She possibly hasn't been in for a while, but she also possibly has.]

[she is in now, though, and has a red Dahlia in her hair]

song_tra_bong

The door opens revealing just a glimpse of desert evening beyond before Mary Anne walks in and closes it behind her. She slips a motel keycard into her pocket, shoulders her overnight bag, and heads over to Bar.

"Hey there, darling." Bar responds with a mug of coffee (cream and two sugars). Mary Anne gives bar a 'thank you' pat, then takes the mug over to a table out of the way of most foot traffic. Doesn't mean she's adverse to company, though. Observant company may choose to notice the ring on her left hand.

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[and in the bar, there was a Delia. A very pretty Delia, even if she did say so herself.]

[and this Delia did claim a couch, and curl up and start to read]

[...a little boring, but hey]