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friend-ofnarnia.livejournal.com

Clink. Clinkclinkclinkclink.

The trappings of the Shadowlands amount to two bottle-tops, two blades broken off a pocket knife, and nine pence. GEORGIVS V DEI GRA BRITT OMN REX FID DEF IND IMP. She doesn't even remember what it means any more, and more to the point, she knows it's not enough to buy a proper drink.

Clinkclink.

All of it back into pocket swept. You don't need to buy things any more, do you? You don't... need to drink?

She also has a notebook, but the new rules aren't written in there. Jill Pole, Pole, Jill, and Under earth and throneless now I be.

deserved_it

Enter Eustace, from the House of Arch, to an armchair by the fire. Props list: Tea (provided by a waitrat) and chessboard (abandoned by the fire).

He fidgets with the pieces, setting them up as if for a game, but eventually seems just as content to lean back in the armchair and gaze up into the rafters drowsily.

narnianknight.livejournal.com

Last night seemed like a good idea at the time. Right now, it's seeming like a very bad idea, as is moving, speaking or thinking.

Which might explain why he's in a booth in one of the darker corners of the bar, dressed in black as usual and very slowly getting through a jug of water.

deserved_it

When Eustace goes up to the bar, he gets a note.

. . . This is not good.

His eyes are sharp as he looks around the bar.

called_lioness

And when Lucy stands and walks away, it's to go to the Bar and write out several notes.

( For Susan Pevensie, Caspian, Peter Pevensie, Mr. Tumnus, Jill Pole, Rilian, and Eustace Scrubb )

( For Edmund Pevensie )

( For Alanna )

Finishing the last note, she asks Bar, "Would you please deliver these as quickly as possible?"

They disappear, and Lucy realizes her hands are shaking, watching flakes of burned skin fall off them, and trying not to think of whose skin it is.

She's certain she'll be scrubbing them for a long time.

littlegoatfoot.livejournal.com

Tumnus trots downstairs, taking a moment to watch the observation window - he still thinks it's pretty, even if Lucy doesn't like the destruction - before getting tea from the Bar and taking a seat by the fire.

Going outside isn't so much on the agenda until the snow melts, all things considered.

deserved_it

Eustace enters from outside, shaking snow off his hair, cheerful and red-cheeked. He heads for the Bar for tea, and then for the fire.

the_seafarer

These past few nights, Caspian has spent this particular hour upstairs, in quiet conference with his son, talking about no-one knows what--remembering Rilian's childhood, mayhap, or discussing what is to be done when he is returned to Narnia's throne.

But tonight, he is not upstairs. Instead, two figures descend from the rooms upstairs, the father, younger now than his son, and the Prince, dressed as is his wont in black.

Caspian looks about for seats, and directs Rilian to the fire before joing him a moment later with tea. Their smiles are very similiar.

deserved_it

[Pre-Milliways: Through the Stable Door.]

The door opens, and for a moment, one can catch sight of a bonfire outside.

Then someone comes flying through, bodily thrown. With a crash of mail, he hits the floor hard, knocking the wind out of him. Moments later, though, he's scrambling to his feet, ready for what may come --

And then stares about him in confusion.

In Eustace Scrubb's experience, stables -- even Narnian stables -- don't have pubs inside them.

callmefelicia.livejournal.com

Adam behind the Bar.

Have at!

alwaysroomforhope

Steph's in a booth, curled up on the seat, writing in a notebook. She looks distracted and anxious, possibly because her bed's currently occupied by an unconscious big brother. Also, there are bloodstains on her sleeves.

flybywash

There is one very tired-looking Wash sitting at the Bar, beer in hand.

Despite the obvious exhaustion, he hasn't stopped smiling since he stepped into Milliways. Making it through the almost-end of the 'verse with your wife by your side tends to brighten things a bit.

[ooc: mun is only here for an hour and a half, sadly, but slowtime is more than welcome. :D]

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