milliways_bar | Entries tagged with elda

[Not really OOM: In the Security office, Elda quizzes Angel about vampires.]

Her allegiance may be no longer given to the Dark, but she knows very well when Twelfth Night falls.

Of course she does.

And, despite the fact that she has been content (at least as content as a creature like her can be, any more) with her activities elsewhere for some time, on this night, she sees no reason to forgo the amusement that she might enjoy from making a visit to a certain bar.

Blodwen walks into Milliways and shuts the front door behind her. Her dress is the color of old blood long-dried, and her brown hair is covered by a thin veil of grey gauze, which as she turns is seen to cover part of her face, as well.

Not her eyes, though. Those bright ice-blue chips of diamond shine coldly as she looks around the room.

She smiles, and takes a seat at a table, watching with avid interest as the waitrats dash to and fro.

[OOC: Note on appearances; note on abilities and weaknesses.]

politestpirate.livejournal.com

[OOM: Some Final Work, and Not So Final Discussions]

Wellard and Elda get some finishing work done on board his ship- And then begin on something else.

conglomerelda

There is a smallish griffin stretched out in front of the fire, sipping some hot cider.

However, a smallish griffin is still the size of a large draft horse, and her cider 'mug' is a bucket with a curly straw in it.

She's also on duty, with her Security badge on display.

the_lioness

Alanna is regrettably behind on her correspondence. Upon sitting down this evening, she's greeted with a napkin that says About time, a coffee just the way she likes it and several folded pieces of paper.

The first is from Tom.

"WHAT?" Alanna shouts, focusing on the third paragraph. "BLODWEN HAS WHAT?"

The mug of coffee is joined by a bottle of rum. The rum goes in the coffee and Alanna stops snarling. Everyone wins.

Still, it's two cups later before she can even begin to think about replying.

( Tom Riddle )

( Elda )

( Claire Bennet )

( John Baum )

( Angel )

That done, she tips a little more rum in her cup and makes for her favorite booth.

conglomerelda

There is a note at the bar for all current Security members on the roster! And actually those who are not as well, because Elda doesn't know how current it is.

( It reads: )

conglomerelda

"Milliways!" Elda says as she walks through the door. "It's so nice to be back!"

Doors seem to pop up much more often at the University than they do at home. She wonders what might happen when she has graduated and become a full Wizard. But! No use borrowing trouble.

She heads over to the- is that a hole in the floor? Maybe she'd best head to the Security office before settling in.

Some time later, Elda is sitting on top of a table in the bar, shuffling through a stack of Security paperwork and wearing her badge. Apparently it's been a while in bar time as well as her own world's time.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy has been in the infirmary all night keeping an eye on his patient.

He's taking a short break from that to come into the main bar and write a note.

( For Security )

He then sits at the bar, head in his hands, thinking and worrying. Bar offers him a cup of tea, which he doesn't notice.

conglomerelda

Elda is settled in a large booth, perched on the table. Chairs are not really made for griffins. She has a large stack of paperwork in front of her, and is working studiously. Half of it is from the Security office, and the other half looks like runes.

Her badge is hanging around her neck. Griffin on duty!

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Wellard is usually very good at numbers and calculations.

However, sometimes things just do not add up. Usually it is because of something exceedingly simple that you just overlook, or a common mistake that just slipped by-

One of those must have happened somewhere. Currently he has blueprints and pages of measurements scattered all over the table, three broken pencils, and two empty coffee cups-

And Wellard is no closer to finding out where the numbers all went wrong.

[tags that are not here: Wilbur]

[~~running to take parents to airport- will bbl in an hour.~~ bedtime! Will pick up tags and slowtimes tommorrow.]

conglomerelda

Elda is sitting by the fireplace, reading a book. This would be a normal scene anywhere on a cool evening.

To make it a normal scene at Milliways, the teenage girl would have to be a griffin the size of a draft horse, who is in fact studying an ancient looking grimoire.

Luckily, she is.

Also, she's on duty, her Security badge prominently displayed.

mnt_raph

Down at one end of Bar sits a stocky bald guy in dark forest green Ren-Faire'esque garb. He's hunched over his tankard as if someone might at any moment try and take it from him. Which would be collassally stupid on the part of the someone. Not only does the overall build of the guy clearly state that he can handle himself in a fight, but the sheer number of scars that grace the exposed areas of skin loudly proclaims that he's had more than his fair chances prove it. And if that wasn't enough to keep any and all brew theives away, there's always the Milliways Security badge hanging on a ball chain around his neck.

See Raph brood.
Brood, Raph. Brood.

conglomerelda

There is a new note up for Security in the Office.

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

Lilac is, to put it lightly, no fun.

It's depressing, is what it is. More specifically. And Jayne ain't in the mood to deal with no gorram Reaver fallout, and he ain't in the mood to be depressed.

Even a freakshow of a bar's better than that. Least there's liquor, and no one lookin' at him all judgy.

conglomerelda

Elda returns to the bar only to find the paperwork in the office even more out of order, plus the addition of a demon putting in an appearance. She's not pleased with the idea, but being an active presence in the bar seems a better idea than trying to hunt it down by herself.

Thus, she's drinking cider and doing paperwork (on a clipboard) by the fireplace. Most of it is the normal day-to-day Security things. She's worked through a good part of it already, whoever is in the office next will be happy.

The rest of it is an analysis of the area Charlie Crews asked them to look at. Magical residue: zip. Hardly anything at all, besides the remnants of a scuffle. If there was ever a child there, he or she was certainly not there for long, and left no tracks.

Her badge is hanging around her neck on its usual lanyard. Elda herself is also very visible.

conglomerelda

Your backup Security member for the evening is stretched out on the rug by the fireplace. There are several sheets of paper scattered around, all with painted designs in various states of the drying process. Elda herself is carefully dipping one of her claws in a cup of black paint, and then sketching directly onto the paper.

(She does of course have more scrap paper spread out underneath. Wouldn't want to damage the rug.)

Her badge is hanging around her neck on a lanyard.

conglomerelda

[From here.]

The back door to the lake opens. Elda slowly backs inside. She's carrying what appears to be a stone arm, severed from the body of whatever statue it belonged to. She drags it over to the bar, and sets it down on the floor with a solid thump.

She then starts writing a ( note )

Then she flops down on the floor next to the bar and pants for a few minutes.

[OOC: I'm only up for less than an hour, but feel free to react or tag, just expect slowtime!]

conglomerelda

The front door swings open wide, and Elda trots through, humming. (This is about as loud as a regular person talking, considering her size.) She is pretty horribly off key. There is certainly no songbird in her ancestry, and eagles were not meant to carry a tune.

"Oh dear," Elda says, then hiccups. "Lucky I'm not on duty tonight." She meanders over to the fireplace and flumps down in front of it to stare into the fire, still humming.

Seems like someone had a few buckets of cider down at the pub. Finishing a big project called for some celebration!

unweeping-stone.livejournal.com

Ah, winter nights in a Scotland-esque land. The cold, the...

No, really, that's the important part. It is very cold. Downright freezing, actually, especially with no cloud cover. So even if the human-like figure standing in the garden wasn't stone, it might as well be. Anyone standing still out here for that long would most likely be frozen in place.

It really is tragic there isn't a flagpole here.

(OOC: Plotlocked)

bigredbeak

(Previously, on Gargoyles...)

Brooklyn had been out on a short patrol. After the latest attempt on home and Goliath (it was a long, point-y story), he had changed the patrol schedules around to keep everyone a little closer to the castle. Just in case.

He had a real reason not to be around the bar for several days (to his point of view). It had nothing to do with a girl, not at all. He had bigger things to worry about. Entirely.

So, when he wanders through the front door instead of the tv room in the castle, he does not panic. For he is Brooklyn, mighty tactician!

He does not cling to the (now locked) front door, claw at the hinges, and shout, "I'm not ready yet! I don't have a plan! I don't have flowers! Wait, wait, I might have left the kettle on in the kitchen, so you need to open up and--"

conglomerelda

Elda is in the bar, carefully making two copies each of several homework spells. Whether she is worried about destroying one or is helping out a classmate is unclear.

Either way, griffin on duty! Her security badge is easily visible.

gone_byebye

"Mr. Keller, it's- oh."

Ray wasn't expecting the Bar just now, but he's really not going to argue if it shows up. Not like his beverage of choice is alcoholic, after all.

"Bar? Can I get some of the Green Stuff and something to settle my stomach a little, please? It's been a nerve-wracking few hours and I seem to have been granted a stay."

He can ignore the fact that he's still stuck in his suit for this.

cutting_edgex23

X-23 doesn't look particularly tired as she makes her way through the back door.

She is sweaty, though, and there's a little bit of blood on her hands.

That's the trouble with claws.

And barehand punching of wooden dummies. Or trees. But you work with what you've got, right? She's learned that lesson well.

She's also learned to get food while she can, which explains why she's ensconced in a booth, one foot resting on the seat. Her hands are busy with a glass of Coke and her salad fork.

In the long run, that may not mean anything.

bigredbeak

Is that a bird? A plane? Or is it...no, can't be.

It is.

"Have no fear! Super-goyle is here!" Brooklyn shouts as he bursts through the front door.

...yes, he even has the gargoyle booties.

[OOC: I am a little slow tonight, but couldn't resist! So, please ping before tagging? Thank you! :D!]

captainryan.livejournal.com

Ryan should really, really be outside. He's not. He needs people to be able to find him, and he needs to be here should his pack return. It's for that reason that he can be found prowling a circuit around the bar. Joy was trying to follow him for a while, but for the moment she's settled under a table to watch him.

He'd be a lot worse off if not for the puppy. He keeps forgetting to eat, and it's only when she reminds him that she's hungry that he joins her. There's also a great deal of dog fur that's rubbed off on his shirt and trousers, stark against the dark colours of the fabric. But for all the good she's doing him, he'd still a wolf with a lost pack filled with pre-lunar tension forcing himself inside in a place filled with potential prey.

He's being very, very good.