milliways_bar | Entries tagged with eowyn

George is stretched out on a couch, his feet dangling over one end, with a copy of the Dungeon Master's basic rules for Dungeons & Dragons and a basket of fried paradoxes.

Alec starts in the gym, doing something that looks like a sort of modified parkour.

Later, he can be found in an armchair by the fire, legs crossed underneath him, sifting through Arts section of the New York Times (September, 2007, for the curious).

Eowyn is in the stables, seeing to Windfola, whom she was beyond pleased to find there when she arrived.

Orpheus is lounging in a chair by the Observation Window, picking out a tune on his guitar. It's not going as well as he would like, but he's being patient with it.

[ooc: Multi-pup post. Tag one or more! Caveat: I'm not sure how long the Orpheus voice will last.]

galen_erso

This morning, several people are going about their business outside the bar, among them:

Teja, who is sharpening a sword in front of the forge,
Father Harman, who is carrying a basket of papers to the church,
Hannibal Lecter, who is preparing a barbecue pit,
Galen Erso, who is tinkering with some pipes in Bodhi's herb garden,
Ragnar Lothbrok, who is feeding the goats.

scildmaeg

Today has been a particularly difficult one for the White Lady of Rohan. Her uncle was cantankerous, and Wormtongue seemed to be tripping at her heels everywhere she turned. Eomer is away with his éored, and it is always worse when he is away.

When she opens the door to the kitchens and finds herself instead in the strange bar, she breathes a sigh of relief, a slow exhale soft enough to be barely audible. It has been only a few weeks since she last found a door to the enchanted realm she's certain the bar exists in, but she had been missing the respite she found here.

She approaches the bar to order and is given a note on a napkin instead. "I...I would be honored, Lady Bar," she says, not one to shrink from a challenge.

A moment later, she has her hair tied back, her sleeves rolled up, and has scratched out a list of drinks on the provided slate.

A dark ale
A spiced mead
A honeyed cider

They were the things that had seemed most familiar when she glanced around the available stores.

scildmaeg

The time since Eowyn was last in the bar has been much longer on this side of the door than on the side that faces her home. From there, it has only been a few days, little enough that she is nowhere near as wary upon arrival as she was on her last visit.

She looks peaceful in a way that is not common for her and has not been in many months. Her brother is home and safe for the moment, and though her days still revolve around seeing to her uncle in his premature dotage, she has managed to escape from the Golden Hall long enough to spend a few hours riding and simply visiting with the horses. As such, when she arrives, there is a faint smile upon her face, a touch of hay in her golden hair, and a light scent of stable about her.

She finds herself breathing a sigh of relief when she enters. A few more hours from her duties will be much welcome. Making her way to the bar, she smiles a bit more and says, "Mead, my lady, if you would."

aka_casanova

Giovanni has been working hard on his sword skills - it's only been a day, but there may be some tiny improvement.

He's taking it much more seriously than he ever has before, given the need, and is outside until well past the light beginning to fade, practising alone.

scildmaeg

The young woman who steps through the door of the bar is clearly preoccupied. Enough that she does not, at first, realize that she is not where she had intended to be. When she does, she stops, drawing herself up and glancing around sharply.

"What sorcery is this?" she asks, quietly enough to be to herself but clear enough that those near her might hear.

It is probably to the benefit of all that she is not armed.

m-antonivs.livejournal.com

Being Caesar's right-hand-man is a very good thing.

Being named Master of the Horse and left alone in charge of the city of Rome, and in fact the entire Italian peninsula, while Caesar is away battling the last of Pompey's supporters? Even better.

It is 47 BC, and it is during the festival of Saturnalia; so the Antony who ambles in through the door of the bar is flashily dressed, holding a goblet of wine, and in very high spirits.

Feel free to celebrate with him.

[ooc: another time-jump for him, but who can resist a holiday? Open through the weekend; slowtimes are probable but they are love.]

maiden-bold.livejournal.com

The Halls of her Forefathers were silent and cold. How does one explain to a man who would not listen that his only son and heir was dead? It was not a light task that was set upon the Lady's shoulders as she quietly closed the door behind her discovering the mysterious place at the end of all things. For a moment she paused where she stood pressing a hand against her stomach and one agianst her mouth trying to keep back any tears that wanted to fall. Someone had to be strong and those many eyes would be looking to her.

Lowering her hand, Eowyn stepped lightly with a solemn expression upon her face toward where the fireplace was. She needed time as well as space and this was, out of all of Edoras, was the only place she could do it at.

[ooc: Post is open but on current slows]

maiden-bold.livejournal.com

Someone has discovered the stables.

After spending a night in a room that was quite like her own in her Uncle's Hall, Éowyn had ventured outside wearing the brown coat that had been provided for her. It was still rather charming and eye opening to see the various styles of Rohirric garments in a room she had not even expected to see.

Tugging the knit gloves about her fingers she walked the long, wide hall taking her time visiting with various mounts that resided inside. Sometimes an apple slice was spared for one horse, or a carrot that Bar had provided for her. It was nice being in such a familiar space that she could not help but smile.

Come say hi?

[ooc: Post open until it falls off the page!]

maiden-bold.livejournal.com

The weather was starting to cool in Rohan. Soon the golden fields would be gone as the snows would make their way across the Mark. But winters icy hand had already seemed to set over Edoras as the health of the King, her beloved uncle, feel deeper and deeper into darkness. They had all tried- she, her brother, and her cousin- to bring the King out of Wormtongue's venom filled words to success. Now Théodred rode out with his men in one direction and Éomer the other. She was alone in the Halls of her ancestors.

Not looking up as she stepped through the door the white clad woman rested her hands upon the heavy wooden door, her brow soon following to rest upon them. Her rooms were her only haven from the prying eyes of Grima Wormtongue. One deep breath taken she turned and gasped. Eyes went wide as she studied the odd room infront of her much like a taverns hall but more vivid with color and character. These were not her rooms. Perhaps more was falling on the Golden Hall than she realized.

Welcome to Milliways, Éowyn, daughter of the House of Eorl.

flowerofsteel.livejournal.com

There's a lady in the bar who maybe you haven't noticed before.

Nevertheless, she's been there. ~~Really.~~ And she's there now, eating stew, and looking oddly blank.

She usually does.

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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