milliways_bar | Entries tagged with galadan

There comes a time in the life of a Lord of the andain where one has to make a choice.

That is why Galadan is currently dressed like a Rim-dweller from River and Gabriel's world. The andain of Fionavar are now in the good hands of Kevin -- Ceridwen's son -- just to set the fox (or in this case deer) in amongst the hens, and he is, perhaps for the first time in his entire existence, a free --

Let's call him a man.

The Tacitus is waiting just on the other side of the door. So one more drink, and then he'll take his leave.

gabriel_tam

It's been seven years since the passage of the IIGA. Seven years since the assassination attempt. Seven years since Vincent Navarro had given Gabriel Tam his professional medical opinion and warned him in no uncertain terms what the results of his remaining in office would likely be.

He doesn't regret his choice.

Still, things are becoming more difficult, these days. He does his best to cooperate with Navarro's continued recommendations, working with his ever-efficient assistant Mark Jiang to make time for the additional treatments and the now-compulsory pulmonary rehab sessions (which take place in his office, in secret, as much as possible), to listen to Regan and reassure her as much as he can. Even so, it's difficult sometimes. Today was one of the harder days - and there's still a dinner party to endure tonight.

Gabriel makes his way slowly into the bar and to an armchair seat by the fireplace. He'll just rest a bit here, before he goes. Just for a while.

river_meimei

River's totally been around the bar now and then, though your character may or may not have crossed paths with her. Totally! Any impression that her mun has barely played for ages is both irrelevant and probably all in your mind.

Glad we've got that established.

She's sitting barefoot and crosslegged on one of the couches. In front of her on the coffee table is a small and delicately painted (but structurally sturdy) teapot and one handle-less cup. The teapot is filled with steaming lavender tea. She's got a plate of small savory biscuits to accompany it.

New Year's* is for being fancy! If you feel like it. Even if it's technically a few days past.

River looks pretty content with herself.

*In River's world, Christmas, the old calendar New Year, and the Chinese lunar New Year have mostly been conflated into a secular and merchandizing-heavy holiday of present-giving on January 1st. So if you got a present from her -- and if you think you should, you probably did! -- it came on the 1st.

bannion_sight

[OOM: 3:33 AM.]

Kim looks tired when she comes through the door. She brushes her white hair back from her face and sinks gratefully into a nearby booth.

"Coffee, please," she tells a passing waitrat. "And lots of it."

undeniablestyle

You can probably hear Dumbledore coming as he carries his cup of tea across the bar this evening. Humming an upbeat sort of tune.

You’ll have to pardon him. He has a bit of a song stuck in his head.

The Hufflepuff – Ravenclaw Quidditch match came off today, you see. And some of the students had composed a victory song for the occasion, which they had been singing with great gusto when they thought no teachers were around.

The lyrics had been appallingly off-colour. But the tune was certainly catchy.

balancingminds

Charles enters the Bar and is barely aware of the difference as he pulls off his robe and finds a seat. As he walks, he keeps his eyes as closed as he can and navigates by the feel of the minds as he just ran into an awful anxiety dream, which has left him feeling like the floor's moving.

Once he's reached the counter, he puts his head down on the rolled up robe and takes a few deep breaths before lifting his head.

A glass of Scotch is at his elbow and he manages a smile but doesn't open his eyes too much. He's just going to focus on the little realities and block out the world until he feels certain that he's in control. Scotch with ice, the surface of the counter, all of these are real and apparent.

Tiny tag: Charles Xavier, Nathan Summers
OOC: At the moment, Charles has the majority of his shields up and isn't actively listening to minds. Also I'm reaching my max of tags with him, please contact me before tagging.

wolflord_andain

[OOM: Upon leaving the Tams in Milliways after the allpocalypse, Galadan returns to Fionavar, first and fairest of all the Weaver's worlds. He is not particularly surprised by what greets him there. His father, however, is another story.]

river_meimei

[OOM: At the the end of the allpocalypse, Galadan helped River and Simon escape ahead of the paradigm shift.

It's a lot quieter in Pendaran Forest.

Even with the gossiping trees.]

howarewefortime

T H I N G S F A L L A P A R T

T H E C E N T R E C A N N O T H O L D

wolflord_andain

[OOM-but-not: On the same day as this, Galadan and Mary have a heart-to-heart. They weren't expecting it, either.]

river_meimei

[Not exactly OOM: After their return with Mary, River steers Galadan upstairs.

True friendship means bringing raw meat when you're sleeping off a migraine.

...Okay, that may be a somewhat specialized definition.]

river_meimei

In a clear stretch of lawn outside Milliways' back door, three figures fade into sight.

One is River Tam, disheveled and only slightly blood-streaked, with guns on her hips and one arm looped around Galadan's waist.

The second is Mary Lennox, bearing several scrapes and scratches, a fading black eye, and a general air of scruffiness and stiffness.

And the third, of course, is Galadan who promptly collapses onto River's shoulder. (From the way River braces herself to catch his weight, she was expecting this. It's a good thing they're pretty much of a height.)

wolflord_andain

[OOM: For Mary Lennox, rescue is only a hop, skip, and a jump away.

. . . okay, a hop, skip, and a knock-down drag-out fight away.]

river_meimei

[After hearing Gabriel's bad news, River and Galadan waste no time in getting to work.

Nobody should be surprised to learn that a psychic gunslinger and the Wolflord of the andain are very, very good at quick reconnaissance.]

[Warning in the last link for very vague references to violence and coercion towards OCs.]

gabriel_tam

[OOM: It's said that those who cannot remember the past are condemned to repeat it.

Gabriel Tam has no intention of doing anything of the sort, and he's not the only one.]

river_meimei

When River comes in, she's wearing a yellow sundress and pink lacy sweater, and her black stompy boots. She's grinning down at the floor, as if still amused by something someone said just before she opened the door.

Two steps in, and the clothing changes: her sundress lengthens into something warmer and more homespun that wouldn't be out of place in some of the Rim's more isolated settlements (or the 1800s), and acquires a ruffled apron over top of it. The lacy sweater transmutes into a warm wool cloak, its deep folds nearly reaching the ground -- all in crimson, with a hood spread across her shoulders. The stompy boots, however, stay the same.

River's about equally distracted by the cloak's weight, and the basket that just appeared over one arm. From the smell rising through the checked cloth, it contains fresh steamed dumplings.

[OOC: She'll venture outside eventually, because why not, when you've just acquired a really warm cloak? You can catch her either indoors or out by the lake, as your character likes.]

wolflord_andain

[OOM: Scatter my bones on the wild green tide.]

wolflord_andain

[OOM: Mortals are not welcome in Pendaran Wood, save, perhaps, when the Wolflord does a little convincing.]

wolflord_andain

[OOM: In my beginning is my end, or: It's not so much teaching an old wolf new tricks as it is keeping the young from being on the receiving end of the old ones.

(Okay, maybe there are some new tricks. Damn Edwardian England, anyway.)]

blue_ajah

Following something of an impulse, Moiraine has brought her latest journal-- full of notes on the oral history of Twin Peaks, as learned through the stories she's been collecting from people-- into the bar to review them there.

She fully intends to get around to it eventually, but right at the moment the Aes Sedai appears to be enjoying a cup of tea and a peaceful moment or two.

[OOC: Slowtime in effect as of 11 pm MT. Post open until it scrolls. Thanks!]

heartofthedream

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

maxwellsdemon02

As the door to the bar opens, Duo and River are just pulling away from each other. There's no mistletoe (Duo didn't really decorate for Christmas), but to the observant, it's probably obvious what they were just doing.

"I promised hot chocolate," he says, "and I'll deliver." But he is not venturing out to any stores today. But hey, Christmas was a success! His 'Christmases Since Last Major Emergency' counter has just gone up by one!

"You're lazy," River informs him, but she's grinning as she says it. They're still holding hands as they step in.

[OOC: If we suddenly stop tagging, we still love you, but our power has gone out. Beware the blizzard warning.]

river_meimei

When River walks through the door, she's wearing a slightly ragged purple sundress.

A shimmering second later, that's become a dress in much more deliberately raggedy layers of varicolored blues, with a bodice laced with ribbons. Her hair is topped with a slightly precarious crown of flowers.

River hasn't noticed yet, but there are dainty translucent wings fluttering at her shoulders. They're illusory, which is probably convenient given the length of River's hair and the probability of her forgetting about their presence occasionally, but they shimmer very prettily.

mistressmaryquitecontrary

For once, Mary's not poring over her own world's history as she sips at her tea. Instead, she's shuffling through a few densely-detailed sheets of paper, and frowning.

(Close observers will note that the paper is digital, and does not look like anything that has yet been invented in 1911.)

She ought to send Mr. Tam a note in response, and to tell him what she has been thinking about - but how on Earth (or off it) is one meant to get a letter out to Newhall?

gabriel_tam

He's been enjoying these few days on Osiris with Regan. They'll be leaving for the Border and Rim in just over a week, but for now, it's very nice to be home.

Still, there are a few things that need doing before their departure. On a whim, Gabriel stops by Milliways this evening, hoping to steal an extra hour or two to do just that.

Besides, the whiskey at the end of the universe is exceptional.