milliways_bar | Entries tagged with fiona of amber

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

And on this day the door opens and a princess walks through. Fairly normal even, for Milliways, but this princess is short, delicate and although red hair might be common, normally it's not quite so...

Crackling.

Fi's hair is the same colour of fire anyway, but today she hasn't tied it back and in any case is...annoyed. Yes, that's a good word for it.

So when she walks in, she takes a moment to pause and scan the bar for any relations that might be here.

latino_menace

It's been a very nice couple of weeks for Ramon which is probably why he looks in such a relaxed mood. There is coffee and a big cigar and the sports pages of some Portuguese newspaper. Despite that, he is entirely botherable.

[OOC: ~~Will only be here for next 3, 2, 1.5 hours, 30 minutes approximately, then any threads will need to hit slowtime.~~ And slowtime it is. Thanks folks, g'night! :D]

son-forgotten.livejournal.com

Benedict walks casually down the stairs, pausing before he reaches the bottom, to look over the bar and its patrons. He continues down and makes his way down, heading outside where he finds a rock overlooking the lake. He drinks in the peace and the quiet.

He would enjoy any company.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

After depositing a note at the bar, Random straightens and glances about, still on his toes.

Family does that to him. A rat is flagged, a mug of tea is ordered.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random, Prince of Amber strides into the bar.

We mention the prince part today because he's moving like one. Furious, on his toes, like the world will fucking get out of his way if it knows what's good for it.

A deck of cards it clutched tightly in the palm of his left hand. He's settling into a seat and ordering, in clipped words, a scotch.

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random's actually coming to the bar by choice this afternoon. Namely, because he has some reading to get done and this is a good place to get some extra time. He can do it here for a few hours before he has a pick up to make. Tonight's also his night to work at the club, which is why the clothes he's wearing are a little dressier, a little cooler than maybe his normal finger-painting jeans and frog-hunting t-shirt.

He only works one or two shifts a week anyways. So this is more of a treat than a job, since he very much loves the work he does at the club. Drumming's always been a passion, long as he can remember. Which is obviously a very, very long time.

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Jack is perched anxiously on a chair, rocking it back on two legs, one hand holding the edge of the table, the other fiddling awkwardly in spare fabric.

And also watching the door.

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne was playing solitare earlier, but that got boring. So she switched to building a card house. When that fell down, she went back to solitare. Then a few hands of blackjack against herself.

Now, she's just shuffling continuously while she watches the room. She probably wouldn't say no to an opponent at cards, or just someone to talk to.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

Fiona has been in the Bar for a little bit, but after finishing her Moscow Mule (thanks to Mal), she has retreated somewhat. A booth, well-lit, and she's curled up with a book.

Perhaps Milliways isn't the best place to read, but sometimes you just need to be surrounded by people.

badinlatin

Mal's been looking forward to his first bartending shift for the past couple of days -- reading up in a drinks guide Bar lent him has given Mal plenty of distraction while on Serenity, when he's felt the need.

He steps behind the bar and swings his coat off from around his shoulders, hanging it up before changing the specials on the blackboard behind him.

Specials of Earth-that-Was

Any drink with a name of a place from Earth-that-Was. For the folk not from Earth, I suggest:
Singapore Sling
Alabama Slammer
Moscow Mule

A wide grin, "Wèi, Milliways."

[ooc: I will be here forever. Tag tag tag, with a side order of threadhopping. :D! Any questions, ping 'stephmuji'.]

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

There’s a fluffy purple ball of dubious existence curled up on a table close to the fire, caught up in the throes of those really big questions: Who am I?, What am I?, Why am I here?, and Why am I purple?

Luna is taking advantage of her new friend’s existential angst by propping a book up against its quivering back. All the better for doodling in the margins, and drawing elaborate moustaches on the goblin revolutionaries.

ten_of_swords

Brother and sister are on a sofa near the fire.

Moon sits cross-legged with a large mug of hot cocoa in her hands. Occasionally, she glares at her brother. It's an odd expression on her face, but it's one she's mastering quickly. Mons and Mare are in front of her, their eyes on Bane who is fast asleep at his master's feet.

Ruin has a book in his hands and a mug of mulled wine at his elbow. He ignores Moon's displeasure, choosing to focus on the words he's reading. Words he keeps rereading.

"We look out for you," he finally mutters.

"I can look out for myself," she snaps in return.

He snorts. "Yeah, we can see just how well you look out for youself."

They then lapse again into uncomfortable, annoyed silence.

Either or both are up to talking with someone other than each other.

pointed-spoon.livejournal.com

So, he hasn't been on the best behaviour recently.

So sue him.

He's in the bar anyways, looking around shiftily.

necessary_child

Sam's curled on a sofa in front of the fire, sleepily nibbling at chips. In between drowsing and chip-eating, he's reading something in one of the Heavenly languages: Arcadian. Or at least, he's looking at the pages.

Despite appearances, he's more or less recovered from not sleeping for eleven days and most of the accompanying problems, and is therefore happy to chat.

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Molly's in a booth with her dinner, which was accompanied this time by a note saying 'eat your greens'. She's currently ignoring the note and the greens in favour of watching the observation window and eating her burger.

~

Tansy is also watching the window, with her mouth open and a very definite air of n00b-ness. When she's not watching, she's nibbling Bar's welsh cakes (which aren't bad, but they're not as good as her Mam's) and sipping tea. She should be doing an essay on Owain Glyndwr; anyone care to remind her of this?

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

Random of Amber, in a somewhat malevolent mood, is perched in a booth and surveying the bar for familiar faces.

Though, he remembers, his crowd have mostly moved along now, haven't they?

song_tra_bong

Mary Anne's got a seat at the bar tonight, where she's splitting her attention between a Bloody Mary and what looks to be an inventory list. Somebody cleaned out her closet today and she's trying to decide what to do with a few things.

The fact that the list contains various types of ammunition and a few explosive devices is really no cause for alarm.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

Fiona knows many, many languages - hundreds, if not thousands. You pick them up over the years. And she knows how to swear in all of them. However, all this wealth of knowledge fails her when the Bar turns her dress into a playboy bunny outfit.

Complete with ears and a fluffy white tail.

Resisting the urge to back out the door, all the princess says is,

"Oh...bother."

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: And the redheads have a conference in a version of New York, 1940]

Fiona is at the Bar, with a bottle of Atlantean. Red '40s dress, with a black hat and a furcoat on the stool next to her. But she's taken the pins out of her fire-red hair, and that spoils the image of '40s glamour.

She also has a red mark on her face - as if someone has slapped her.

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

Last time Fiona was in the bar (a week ago, according to her time), she bumped into a certain friend-turned-tarot card and had some rather startling news.

So, when she opens the door and finds herself in Milliways, please forgive the slightly wary expression that crosses her face.

song_tra_bong

It's long been established that time is fluid around Milliways and the door is a fickle thing. It pulls you in when you've got other places you'd rather be--judging by the look on Mary Anne's face as she storms in, this is exactly what's happened to her.

She still looks twenty-two with those too-bright eyes, but this is not the same girl who left last night. There's a wearyness about her, the kind that takes centuries to accumulate. Strictly speaking, she hasn't been in this place in years.

She doesn't look back to see if Ruin is following her, just goes to a booth against the wall and sinks onto the bench, cradling her head in her hands.

[ooc: as per back room post, I give you Mary Anne of the future. Tag away, kids. But no snakes today, plzthanx.]

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: Mary Anne is kidnapped. Features a house-tour, cooking, three wolfhounds and two women determined to enjoy themselves.]

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

It is debatable how many princesses are in the Bar at any given moment. For now, though, it can be safely said that the number has gone up by one.

As has the number of Amberites.

Fiona is sitting at the Bar, idly sketching as she waits for someone. Mary Anne, to be precise, but it is not as if she would turn away company, either.