milliways_bar | Entries tagged with javert

At a point before dawn, Javert walks through the bar and out into the grounds. At mid-morning, the parts of the confessional have been assembled in the church, and screwed into the floor. By lunch, the sealant is drying around the edges of the stained glass windows, set carefully into place. He drinks a glass of water as he looks up at the scene of the Ark refusing to drown in the flood of God's vengenance. Then he takes a last look around the place: neat, clean, and no longer his.

He tidies every tool away, locks the shed - he'll dismantle it later - and walks away without looking back. The keys are left with the bar, and a note for Father Harman that simply reads,

It is complete, and belongs to you.

Javert.

And then he goes back to Paris. He should never have tried to be anything other than he was, and now there is no reason to attempt it any longer.

[OOC: Not for tagging, kthxs. The church is done, open for use by any patron of any faith. Help yourself if it's needed for plot/threads/anything you like. Javert claims no ownership, and as far as he's concerned it's nothing to do with him any longer. Thanks to everyone who helped out with it along the way! <3]

road_to_calvary

It has been a more prolonged stay than any anticipated, but Valjean, for one, has no complaints. He has been allowed to recover in peace, he has spent his days with Cosette, he has exchanged some words with Marius that hopefully means their past is now behind them. Cosette has spoken with her mother, Marius with his friends, and he with Javert. Things are ready to begin anew.

And so, this small family descends the stairs together. They look content, Cosette between her father and her husband, lighting the room with her angelic smile. Valjean steps back at the door to allow Marius to hold it open for her, and then takes the handle to insist he goes ahead. He casts one look around the bar before following them out to Paris. The door shuts with a quiet click.

(Across the room, Javert notices them leave. He drags his eyes from Valjean long enough to narrow them at Marius, and then glance around to see if the revolutionaries are watching him leave, or try to give him anything. Seeing none, he rises from his table. He settles his bill at the bar, to give the family time to vacate Valjean's apartment on the other side. That done, he opens the door, his shadow falling forward onto the empty bedroom of the Rue de l'Homme Arme. Without a look back, he is gone.)

witchfinder_general

On this fine May Sunday afternoon, there are several people out by Javert's little church -- which is 'the church' for all intents and purposes by now.

Father Harman, of course, who is busy pasting a rather elaborate exlibris into the inside cover of a stack of new hymn books
Teja, who is checking all the hinges and locks on the door, and polishing the metal
Dorian Gray, who is admiring the workmanship and sometimes asking questions of the other two
and finally Dr. Hannibal Lecter, who had been collecting the last of the wild garlic in the woods and now strolls around the church with his basket of pungent herbs that give an almost heathen counterpoint to the lingering scent of cold incense.

[[OOC: Say in your tag whom you would like, or you might get several -- but never an uninvited Hannibal, of course!]]

road_to_calvary

Millitimed back to when the stables were fixed, and the cherry blossoms were still in bloom:

A short conversation; long overdue.

road_to_calvary

There is a lot of activity at the stables today. Valjean managed to track Javert down yesterday (despite concerted efforts by the latter to avoid him), and persuaded him to donate his stockpile of spare bricks to the repair effort. They have to be brought over from the church building site, so Javert is rolling piles over in a wheelbarrow while Valjean knocks the fire-damaged wooden planks out of the back of the stables. There are some large bags of supplies ready to be mixed into mortar, and Valjean is hoping to get the two worst damaged stalls fixed by nightfall.

At least one of the two will welcome help!

[OOC: I've just had an hour of my life cruelly stolen, so I'm going to crash pretty soon. Feel free to threadhop if desired, and I'll be around all day tomorrow to continue. Thanks to all who've tagged! <3]

just_cant_lose

Almost a week ago, a package was left at the bar for Feuilly. Today, he picks it up.

Someone watching from a very safe distance - or who has placed certain technology in the package: we'll never know - might learn that this inauspicious delivery prompts a conversation out in the stables. It goes along the lines of 'ugh, another message from the king? Leave it, we'll deal with it later.' Because it is, after all, a beautiful day and Feuilly and Hotspur had plans to ride out and enjoy it. Which they do, leaving the parcel on the floor.

Some ten minutes later, there is a very loud explosion. Loud enough to be heard in the bar, and across the grounds. It's followed by the sounds of distressed animals, and the smell of smoke.

Hey, Milliways? Your stables are on fire.

[OOC: please see Back Room post here for brief recap details. EP open for however long anyone wants to play. <3]

the_cupbearer

Ganymede comes in from a different doorway this time, holding not a wine crate but a bowl full of fruit against his hip, looking somewhat more subdued than the last time he was here. He only has on one piece of jewelry, and the noise that follows him in is of children, animals, all loud and apparently happy.

In many ways things have changed, and in many more nothing has; midway through the door he stops and turns to toss an apple to a child shouting for one, tugging on the tail of his shirt. But when he sees the bar he hands the bowl over, turning back once said boy--ten or eleven, lanky and underfed by the look of him--has scuttled off. Ganymede leans back against the door and blows out a breath.

The past few months have been very tiring.

pro_patria_mortuus

[Not technically OOM:

Enjolras and Javert run afoul of the handcuffs situation.

Luckily, several of the Amis are there to lend moral support! For some mysterious reason, Javert is less than appreciative.

Millitimed to before Jay's Happy Hour with the key, and preplayed this way because of the number of involved muns out of town or otherwise afk this weekend. :D?]

guppy_sandhu

(Yes this was meant to be last week, sorry)

In some parts of the world, today is Shrove Tuesday, also known as Pancake Day.

So there is a big sign up in the main bar:

Life Support
In the kitchen!
Free pancakes!
Open to all

[ooc: Open until the next one in approx. 1 month. Again I'm a week late, sorry! All tags will be answered by at least one of the LS team.]

never_shall_yield

Javert has been outside all day, carving wood. There is a strong smell of resin and sawdust about him when he comes inside, and his usually spotless clothes are flecked with chippings. There is no help for it; it is too cold to continue out on the building site and so he drops some wood and tools on his table, and orders a coffee at the bar to warm his hands back up.

It comes with two very odd notes.

The first he scowls at. The second just gets confusion. What is a hen party? And, more importantly-

'What is 'fifties biker'?'

Bar does not see fit to enlighten him. He retreats to a table looking puzzled, and goes back to hand-carving a piece of wood at his usual secluded booth.

is_the_motion

Bonnie comes out from the infirmary, and goes over to the bar with a pocket full of cards.

She places one set of wedding invitations down.

( Autor, Jay, Emcee, Rae, Pearse )

Then a much larger set of hen party invitations, which should cover pretty much everyone she's met and got on with, plus a couple she hasn't got on so well with (because it ought to cheer some of them up). In fact, she asks that Javert and Valjean get delivered one especially.

bonnie hen party.jpg

And then the last card, she sits down and looks at in quiet wonder. It's amazing what they can do in that infirmary.

[ooc: Everyone of all ages is invited to the hen party providing they keep on their underwear :)]

guppy_sandhu

[oom: Sparky moves to the other side of the door. Guppy asks Fran not to get a new dog without consulting him.]

Guppy is in a booth, writing a note. Curled up on his feet is a small white dachshund puppy, who has apparently chosen the one member of the household who doesn't like dogs that much to attach himself to.

So far Guppy is mostly ignoring the puppy, except to occasionally lean down and offer it a biscuit. Instead he is mostly concentrating on the note, which he does without the need for a dictionary.

( Javert )

He carefully holds the puppy's collar as he sends the note off the bar with a waitrat, and when the puppy doesn't chase after the rat, rewards it with another biscuit.

never_shall_yield

After the events of the other evening, Javert took himself off to his room and slept for the best part of two days. The only thing he asked before heading upstairs was that he be informed if Valjean died.

There has been no message, and on coming down today Bar tells him that the man lives yet. So he nods, and eats breakfast and goes outside. He exercises the stallion. Then he goes out to the woods and spends the entire day woodworking pews for the church, in his shirtsleeves despite the chill, looking the closest to relaxed he has in years.

When it gets dark he's in the bar, idly sketching over glass with stick of wax, a book and a cup of coffee at his elbow. He looks more untidy than usual; his collar is not fastened, and there is mud on his trousers. But for once there is no sign of anger, animosity or distress. For the first time in a long time, he is genuinely unconcerned about interruptions.

[OOC: Catch him anywhere. Open for the rest of the week!]

lark_in_flight

[OOM, just before: Javert comes to summon Cosette -- and incidentally Marius -- to what may be Jean Valjean's deathbed. Contains grief and parental illness, although no actual death.]

The door is yanked open. On the other side, a Parisian room, bare and unadorned, with a bed made up in the corner and several people crowded within. There's a minute or so of bustle, and then Cosette bursts through.

She's been crying; she's still crying, a little, half-noticed, but her jaw is tight with urgent determination. Unlike often, she's bareheaded. On her heels -- and with a certain amount of awkward maneuvering to pass through the doorway -- come three men.

On the one side: Javert. On the other side: a young man in his early twenties, dark-haired, slim, scarred, and bewildered. (Welcome to Milliways, Marius Pontmercy! Have fun with all the surprises you're about to get!) In between them, leaning heavily on both of them and half-carried, is Jean Valjean. He looks exhausted, hollow-eyed and thin, very ill, and possibly delirious; his eyes are fixed on his daughter.

"Oh!" she cries, and whirls to face the room, dashing the tears from her eyes with an impatient hand. "Where is a doctor? Please, my father needs a doctor!"

[OOC: Marius and Cosette and Valjean can all be tagged separately or together, but Cosette is preoccupied and Marius is bewildered and Valjean is delirious, so uh FYI! We have an infirmary thread with Joly set up, but help is welcome to steer and/or carry Valjean there. Javert make himself scarce as soon as he's not needed, so he can be tagged separately.]

never_shall_yield

But I will hold as long as you like

Just promise me we'll be alright

[OOC: III of III.]

never_shall_yield

Javert enters the bar tonight with a thoroughly preoccupied air. His step falters when he realises where he is, but it does not matter. He can contemplate Jean Valjean's distressing behaviour here as well as anywhere else, and at least he will not have to endure the neighbours complaining about his pacing around all night.

He takes a bottle of brandy from the bar, and some cold meat and bread, and retires to his usual secluded booth. But he does not look settled, nor easy in his thoughts; he frequently rises to walk in circles, muttering under his breath. The occasional damn you can be heard, and anyone listening might deduce that there is something more than anger in the curse.

wings_of_a_swan

Very old OOM: Combeferre, Enjolras, and Bahorel discuss a certain spy.

never_shall_yield

OOM:

So give me hope in the darkness that I will see the light
'cos oh, that gave me such a fright

[OOC: II of III]

Current Music: Mumford & Sons - Ghosts That We Knew

never_shall_yield

OOC: A consequence of someone else's bodyswap...

So lead me back, turn south from that place

And close my eyes to my recent disgrace

[OOC: I of III. I promise there is a point to all this. <3]

never_shall_yield

Javert has not been having the easiest time since the last time he was here, so for people who knew about that whole mess, it might not be a surprise to see that he looks dreadful, his clothes are wrinkled and there is a wine stain on his shirt. Also, that he does not appear happy to find himself in Milliways - he snarls towards the bar, and stalks straight through and out to the stables within seconds of the door closing behind him. Things are less complicated with the horses.

Things become more complicated when he is in a stall with Acajou, there is a strange sensation and a noise, and...then he is no longer in a stall with Acajou. He is walking out near the trees, and everything is all wrong. Everything is very, very, wrong: he is in the wrong place, and his body feels different, and his hands - he stares at them, and then at the scar on the arm which is all too familiar for one that does not belong to him.

Oh good God. Please, no.

[OOC: Catch him outside, or in the bar later. Here all evening, and post open for a couple of days unless I put him in again in this body. <3]

[Tiny!tag: bodyswap plot]

never_shall_yield

After all of this:

This.

[OOC: Annnnd, done. See y'all after the 18th. <3]

never_shall_yield

I have a crime to declare
I have disgraced the uniform that I wear
I've done you wrong, let no forgiveness be shown
I've been as hard on every rogue I have known

(AKA: conscience, a self-imposed arrest, and a cells post here (but no visitors will be allowed, unless OOC'ly cleared)

mjolnir_retriever

[Not-technically-OOM: Having spoken to Harry Percy about his dispute with Javert, Thor feels impelled to investigate further by getting, and passing judgment on, Javert's side of the story.]

never_shall_yield

The next time William comes to the bar, there will be a note waiting for him.

( William Evans )

never_shall_yield

Javert - much to everyone's inconvenience, he is sure - enters the bar with a horse. He feels he can hardly be blamed for that, as he was only taking the beast from its stable in Paris to give it some exercise. This is better for that purpose, awkward as it is to manoeuver the stallion out to the grounds.

Once there, he mounts and disappears off around the lake. Ganymede's horse is good at running, and Javert fully intends to gallop him until he cannot any more. It will do the both of them good.

He is back in the bar later, somewhat wet and windswept, picking at dinner and filing jagged metalwork down to things that will not injure anyone trying to use it. A small job, but necessary, and one that keeps his mind occupied while allowing his mind to work. Not that he is enjoying thought any more than he used to. That conversation with Valjean, he thinks, could have gone better.

[OOC: Les Mis is on TV and I couldn't resist. Catch him anywhere! Last EP for about a month probs, but open for a few days. <3

Annnd, slowtime for sleep. You people are crazy awesome. <3]