milliways_bar | Entries tagged with iris

Conversations with dead people. Sort of.

Heading into fall.

First Zeus sent golden-winged Iris to call rich-haired Demeter,
lovely in form to return to the gods on Olympos. So he commanded.

And she obeyed the dark-clouded son of Kronos,
and sped with swift feet across the space between.

She came to Eleusis, and there finding dark-cloaked Demeter in her temple spake to her and uttered winged words:

‘Demeter, father Zeus, whose wisdom is everlasting, calls you to come join the tribes of the eternal gods: come therefore, and let not the message I bring from Zeus pass unobeyed.’

Thus said Iris imploring her.

chrysopteron

[OOM: Charles and Iris require intensive planning.]

never_shall_yield

Javert, as usual, spent most of the day out with the horse. There was a long ride out in the middle of the day, and the afternoon spent cleaning her stall, and tack, and whatever else he could find of hers that needed tending to.

And now there is an evening stretched before him. Without any enthusiasm at all, he asks to be provided with a book. The Bar produces one on Napoleon.

'Must I?'

He had had quite enough of that man when he was young. But it does not disappear, so he takes it with a sigh, and retreats to his normal far corner.

[OOC: Open 'til the weekend. Catch him outside or in, either works. :)

ETA: BOOM. After 2am = time to crash. Thanks, guys. Catch ya tomorrow. <333]

never_shall_yield

Javert has to hold on to the wall to get down the stairs. He would rather not have to do this, but at some point in the night, it became clear that he was not going to fade away, or die again, or be released from this hell. And so, he had to accept that he needs food, and to clean the cut under his eye. There is also the horse to be cared for, but for once, duty will have to wait. It is hard enough to walk.

He asks the bar for bread. She produces a steak.

'I cannot pay for that.'

A note informs him that on au contraire, his wages from Queen Amy more than cover his bill. He scowls at the evidence on the tab board, but it is another thing that will have to be dealt with later.

'It is extravagance. I will not.'

He is told, in no uncertain terms, that he will not be given anything else. A rat will bring some medical supplies when he is finished.

Left with no choice, he slinks off to the furthest corner he can find.

[OOC:And I'm out for the night! You are all wonderful humans. <3333 I'll be around tomorrow to continue ~~Yay for masses of uninterrupted playtime! I'm here for eleven hours or so,~~ but post is open for a few days. Night, all! <333]

scarred_grin

The lovely Serafina-shaped Loki hasn't celebrated her birthday in a very long time, so let's just say she looks damn good for ninety and leave it at that, tonight as she heads up to the bar for a glass of orange juice and ether. Tonight's her last night of holiday, and tomorrow she's back to the unpleasant parts of her work and her marriage.

Husbands are overrated, really. While a steady income is a nice thing, the day-to-day neediness and constant taking get old very quickly--if only they could be rented, and returned when they're not needed, so they don't clutter up the house.

Botherable. She could use a drinking companion tonight.

chrysopteron

After coming back to Milliways, Iris very quietly asked for a room key - her room key, from very long ago - and went to sleep.

Peace and privacy, for the first time in over a decade.

This morning, Iris woke up and tried to open her Door. It is visible, but the knob doesn't even budge.

Now, several hours later, Iris has asked the bar for some water. The glass remains mostly untouched while she starts composing several letters.

balancingminds

OOM: Peaceful wealth, or painful toil,
Chance of war, or civil broil,
'Tis not for man's feeble race
These to shun, or those embrace.
But that all-disposing Fate
Which presides o'er mortal state,
Where it listeth, casts its shroud
Of impenetrable cloud.

The Cloud of Fate by: Bacchylides (5th century B.C.)
translated by John Herman Merivale

(OOC: Warning for references to war in the second link.)

chrysopteron

[OOM: It has been the longest of days.]

hasthehighground

Clint Barton's at the Bar, with a decaf coffee sitting in front of him. He's watching the light play across the glass of the various bottles of alcohol stocked across from him.

It's been a good day, but a long one. He's wearing a heavy khaki workman's jacket, and to those with the nose for it smells more of gunpowder than usual.

Interrupt his thoughts?

[OOC: Tentatively closed to new threads; slowtimes all around for the ones I have? <3. I should be around the 'net most of this week.]

chrysopteron

Iris always liked Odysseus. It was difficult, long ago, to remain silent during Odysseus' trials to return home to his wife, but he always succeeded. Forever succeeded.

His endeavors after returning home have been somewhat less fruitful.

Above all things Odysseus, now that Telemachus is born unto him, wants to avoid going to war. Palamedes defeats his feigning of madness in his usual cutthroat way. Iris detests it; the lord Ares compliments the man's cunning.

Iris takes flight once she is dismissed from service for the time being --

-- and ends up somewhere she wasn't expecting.

Her wings immediately pull back and disappear, feet touching the ground and Iris sprints to the bar, leaving two notes.

Kyrios:

I am well, but there is war in Troy and I am called to duty more and more often. I want to stay and search for you, but I do not know how much time has passed and I know I must return to service. Please try to reach me in some way.

Blessing upon you, your sister, and all of those whom you love.

Iris Chrysopteron

--

To any who will require such notice,

I, Iris Chrysopteron, she who is messenger of Hera Hyperkheiria and in her service am returned to Greece. I know not when I will return but if you require aught of me, leave word here.

Blessings upon you and your house.

chrysopteron

Mini OOM: In Greece.

callipygos

Oh I don't want a lot for Christmas
This is all I'm asking for
I just want to see my baby
Standing right outside my door

Oh I just want you for my own
More than you could ever know
Make my wish come true
Baby all I want for Christmas is you

Slowtimes ongoing!

callipygos

Aphrodite is in a much better mood tonight than she's been in some time. There's a little swing in her step as she walks to the Bar.

This joint may have been sort of depressing lately, but she's got the perfect fixer-upper.

( You're Invited ... )

"Honey," she says, "could you see your way to spreading the word around? I promise, next time I'll throw one you can come to."

Smiling, Aphrodite turns and heads for the door.

[ooc: It's that time again! If you'd like your character to receive an invite to Aphrodite's holiday party, feel free to write that here, in their own post, or wherever. Aphrodite's not taggable at the moment, but she is writeable-to.]

balancingminds

Since that strange night, Charles has been an owl. He hasn't seen anyone he knows and has been enjoying flying around outside but he wants to get back to himself. This is awkward and his feathers require a lot of work.

Today he is perched on the back of a chair with a newspaper laid out on the table and a small bowl of nuts. He refuses to eat a mouse or bird even if some of them do look tasty.

Tiny tag: Palamedes
(OOC: Open all weekend. Charles will be speaking telepathically into your pup's head if he decides to talk to them. If they have mental shields, let me know, as he's sort of listening, just not as much as usual. Being an owl is distracting. Also ignore the rather large timestamp from one thread to the other, its been my first week of work. Thank you.)

markedformore

Given the past several weeks and the headache that seems determined to burrow its way deep into Erik's head, he doesn't feel remotely guilty about arriving at Bar and requesting a drink. He hardly feels guilty about wearing a decent pair of pinstripe slacks and a short-sleeve black polo. Perhaps he ought to feel guilty that he is seeking out something that he has been denying, but he has resolved to put Charles out of his mind tonight.

Erik will not burden Charles with the troubles of his past. Instead, he will sit here and order a second Scotch, a smooth smile on his face practically to match the taste. Glass in hand, he resumes his perusal of the bar, adjusting his posture until he is casual, relaxed...

Inviting, almost.

balancingminds

After having breakfast, Charles decided to stay a little longer in Milliways. He can work on his notes here as well as in the facility and he's feeling like he might be ready to talk to people again.

When he goes up to get a refill on his tea, he's given a a note that he stares at. What did she hear?

Since staring at it doesn't change anything, he sits down at the counter and sips his tea. Life never seems to get simpler for him.

(OOC: At the moment Charles is not actively listening to anyone's thoughts.)

chrysopteron

Iris rushes in through her door to Milliways, Charles' handkerchief in one hand and her caduceus in the other.

She is only here to leave a letter for Charles with the bar before she heads home again.

Charles,

I heard you. I do not know how, or why, or what happened to make it so, but I heard you.

I hope to see you again very soon.

Iris.

balancingminds

OOMs: Love consists in this, that two solitudes protect and touch and greet each other.
Rainer Maria Rilke

(OOC: No major warnings other than for sexual tension and some partial nudity in the first link.)

nosuchpromise

There's a young airbender sitting out on a rock by the lake.

She's meditating.

Does anyone dare bother her?

thekidfrombrooklyn

[OOM: We'll face any threat, no matter the size.
And they will personally escort Adolf Hitler to the gates of hell.
You win wars with guts.
To the little guys.
Stay who you are. A good man.]

It's been a strange week for Steve Rogers.

Coming through the door to Milliways--unexpectedly, too--makes him sag with relief. Even if he has to reintroduce himself to people or explain why he looks so different, it's still like coming home.

He sits at the bar. "Hello, ma'am. It's Steve. Do you have schnapps from a city called Ausberg in Germany?"

She does, and as if she knows what he needs right now, provides both bottle and glass, as well as a red-white-and-blue frosted birthday cupcake.

The cupcake makes him smile. He'll eat it later. First, Steve pours himself a drink and raises it in silent salute to the late Dr. Abraham Erskine.

[ooc: ~~I need to call slowtimes on all threads. My internet connection is being too unreliable to keep going right now.~~ And now it's working again. Please allow for it to fail again, since it's been doing it all day.]

chrysopteron

See, the mun had a great idea for an EP, and then customers called.

So now Iris is here, playing with folding different shapes out of paper and doing a whole lot of nothing.

Because the mun is jealous. :(

creator_raven

Somewhere in Milliways there are shadowy, out-of-the-way tables.

(Booths, too.)

The bundle of ragged black feathers that just fell out of the rafters does not land at any of these.

No. Raven lands --

-- with a very loud thunk --

-- right on top of a well-lit table smack in the middle of the bar.

He is followed by a shower of purple and green glitter.

Thank you, he will be here all night.

The glitter will probably be around even longer.

It is, perhaps, a thing.

balancingminds

OOM: "I don't wish to cause knots."

After some more sleep, Charles comes down the stairs and pats down his hair and adjusts his shirt, he feels he must be a mess, but he did get some rest.

At the counter, Bar provides a mug of strong tea, a paper, and a proper English breakfast. The food makes him smile as he was hungrier than he realized.

His life has gotten quite busy and strange and sitting here in Milliways makes him wonder what Iris will make of Erik. He hopes there can be a way for the two of them to get along and he needs to speak to Raven and Hank again. There's so much to do and much he still doesn't know.

OOC: Warning for nightmare imagery and heavy making out in the OOM. Last note, the thread with Iris comes first. *sighs at the telepath*
Charles is currently not actively listening to minds as he's reading his paper and trying to figure out what he's gotten himself into. Including thoughts in narration is wonderful and please let me know if he won't be able to read you. At the moment, thoughts are part of the background noise for him.

thekidfrombrooklyn

[Pre-Milliways Once upon a time there was a boy named Steve.]

A little guy walks--well, more like staggers--into the bar.

He's got a bruised eye and his lip and knuckles are bleeding, and his clothes are torn. If you think, "He looks like he was the ass in an ass-kicking," when you look at him, you'd be right.

Still, when he notices that he's in a bar and not his apartment, he actually smiles. True, it's not a very big one, but it's kind of a nice one.

Milliways, meet Steve Rogers. A drink will certainly help the pain. Who wants to buy him one?

[ooc: Rebooted, pre-serum Steve Rogers inna house.]