milliways_bar | Entries tagged with echo

Echo comes into the bar, face stained with tears. She quietly moves to what she would call her booth, and curls up on the seat, looking around for people that she knows.

Today has not been a good day.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

Sunny.

In bar.

With Someone watching her. Possibly Hiss, if he got sick of Bernard.

What? Do you want to fuck with the demon bunny?

Didn't think so.

There is a table fort. It's a Very Good table fort. Sunny has made the walls strong.

Fear it. And the glitterslinger who is scowling out at the bar from inside.

JUST IN CASE Ber'd changes his mind, she is making BWILLIANT ESCAPE PLANS for him.

One may possibly involve disguising him as Hiss.

IS BWILLIANT.

alas_alas

[OOM: Echo reads some things that worry her.]

No wreath. No blanket. No socks. No pens. No pad.

Just Echo in a booth, head resting on an outstretched arm while the other arm sits on her lap, slightly curled around her stomach.

She stares into space, not even moving the strand of hair that falls in her face.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

Bernard.

In the bar.

At the usual table.

Baby drooling on his shoulder, and sort of half-babbling to himself.

He's reading poetry.

The Barman, not the baby.

Come say hi. Quietly.

alas_alas

Echo is in the bar, in her favorite booth. She has her drawing pad on her lap, a cup of tea with honey, and her feet propped up on the table.

She is also wearing blue socks that match her hair.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is at one of his favorite places in all existence--which would be the piano.

He's just playing right now, his notebook open but his eyes closed.

One of his favorite things to do, too.

kitchen_maid

Amy has settled over by the fireplace, tea nearby, and embroidery in hand. She's not actually working on anything at the moment, just watching the fire and thinking.

She's been humming to herself for the last couple of days, and tonight is no exception.

It's an old song, one she's known all her life, and she can't quite seem to get it out of her head.

Still, she's humming softly enough that she shouldn't be bothering anyone else.

Right?

alas_alas

It's dark, and it's cold, but that doesn't prevent Echo from laying in the snow by the lake, smiling as she looks up at the stars.

One year. Give or take a week. One year since she arrived here. She couldn't be happier.

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is in the bar, watching Mr. Pemberthy and Simon Perryvall chase each other up and down and over and across her table. She occasionally moves her tea out of their paths, but doesn't try to stop them. It would, after all, be kind of hopeless.

Come say hello?

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is sitting at a table, feeding crumbs to a pair of squirrels. She'd in a fairly good mood, but she'd love some company that talks back.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David enters the bar, looking only a little bleary.

Almost as though he hasn't slept in about a week.

Strange, that.

alas_alas

Echo enters the bar, carrying tonight a couple of magazines, and a pad that has stuff written on it. A pen stuck over one ear, she looks around the bar.

bloodyrockgod

Charlie is still in the bar, though he is no longer at the piano. He is sitting near it, though, his feet propped up on a chair and his eyes closed.

There are a few empty glasses on the table next to him. He has Joe's letter on his chest, under his folded hands.

half-giant.livejournal.com

Hagrid's a bit nervous about the upcoming battle, and is hoping for a distraction to take his mind off of things.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer walks down the stairs with a small duffel bag and a couple of letters. Looks like he might be going somewhere.

He walks over to the bar, slides on his glasses to read over the letters on last time, and sets them on the bar. "You know what to do," he mutters, and the bar indeed the bar does. The letters disappear awaiting delivery.

( To Claire )( To Jaina )

That done, he settles down for a final drink before heading back to the island.

alas_alas

Echo enters the bar, carrying a ton of magazines. She drops them on the table in her old booth, then starts flipping through them, chewing on her bottom lip as she reads and looks at the pictures.

She might make a slight whimpering sound.

[ooc: I can't sleep, I'm leaving for Virginia tomorrow, I have no work to do right now... I think I need some crack]

balletrat

*Meg's in the bar. Incidentally, so is her body.*

mogget_cat

*Kitty onna bar.*

*Cute kitty.*

Current Mood: "cute"

kudou-youji.livejournal.com

Youji slips into the bar.

That's about it.

Feel free to be shamelessly flirted with!

alas_alas

Echo bounces into the bar, alternating between squeeing, and looking at the green ring on her left hand.

Watch out. She might glomp.

anthy-rosebride.livejournal.com

*Anthy wanders into the bar and sits down on a stool. She is pondering whether or not it is worth it, at this point, to put her coffee in a teacup.*

bloodyrockgod

There is a Charlie in the bar.

He is sleepy still. And his stubble itches.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

And there is a David walking through the door of Milliways with an outfit draped over his arm, looking frantically for Richard.

Current Mood: distressed

go-between.livejournal.com

"Yamino has baked a lovely cake, and the drinks are on us. Enjoy!"

And with that, he carries his lover out the front door and kicks it shut behind them.

Current Mood: happy

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks out of the Staff Quarters with David following behind him. Both are in full formal kilt regalia. His tartan is Glasgow City Tartan where David's in an English tartan of his own family. He looks nervous and is looking around for people involved in the wedding.

Current Mood: excited

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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Sawyer chats with Eris, Echo, and Virginia before he leaves; Tim delivers his April Fool's punchline

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