milliways_bar | Entries tagged with king james ii

I'll have some family business of my own to deal with.

Now it's dawn, another December morning, crisp and fair. His father's in bed, complaining, going back and forth between insisting that he's fine and they don't need to go anywhere, and fussing at the men packing. (William's orders, that. This is no time for Stirling Castle: the Douglases need to be on Douglas land.)

He's got his own packing to do, but as he stares around his chamber he finds his hands shaking. Ah, Christ. Maybe a drink. Maybe a drink will help. Or maybe some solid food.

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It's a pale, gingerly-moving William Douglas who enters Milliways, and heads straight for the Bar. A glass of wine, some meat. Nothing fancy.

((OOC: the OOM link goes to a scene from the play. warnings for violence at the end.))

idareyou

((OOM: A while back (and only getting posted now because I am a flakey flake), Mary and Cosette had a lovely secret visit to be bestest friends and talk in French about being teenagers and newlyweds and the emotional landscape of marriage. Unfortunately Mary hadn't mentioned this to Jamie ahead of time and he's not as thrilled about strangers from other times and places wandering into their home through Milliways. Communication is hard, man.))

fieryface

[oom (and then not): Jamie has a nightmare.]

It's been a while since the Bar has been set upon by this pair of boisterous Scottish boys, but here they are-- James still looking pale and sleepy-eyed, but this seems to have no effect on the volume at which he is laughing at whatever (probably filthy) joke William just told. Perhaps this is when their lordly background shows the most: their complete lack of self consciousness in taking up space, in bursting into a room and making as much noise as they please.

[ooc: two lads, one post! feel free to request both or either]

i_am_your_host

This is the first time Emcee has come downstairs to stay in the main bar since his brush with death. It's kind of a big deal for him.

He's dressed relatively demurely: a white shirt with the collar open and the sleeves rolled up; black trousers with suspenders; those beat-up combat boots. The only makeup he wears is black eyeliner.

At the bar, he leaves simple handwritten thank-you notes to people who gave him gifts over the holidays, a response to Bonnie's apology consisting of a heart drawn in lipstick, and a card for M. & Mme. Pontmercy thanking them for inviting him to their party. Then he requests a pack of cigarettes, a glass of red wine, and...sheet music. Because he's going to practice a song today. One he heard while holed up in his room, one he listened to several times over, becoming smitten with it. And so, taking his things to the piano, he settles down to learn it.

It doesn't take very long.

"I can't light...no more of your darkness...," he sings, as he plays the accompanying notes and chords.

"All my pictures seem to fade to black and white...
I'm growing tired, and time stands still before me,
Frozen here on the ladder of my life..."

Emcee's voice is a soft, smoky tenor infused with warmth and sincerity, and it rises, growing bolder as the pleading chorus swells with emotion.

( Read more... )

The final notes fade. And Emcee takes a deep breath.

He's pleased that he hasn't lost his voice.

idareyou

Well, that was--good? Hopeful? Promising? Mary managed to have a whole entire actual conversation with her husband! And he didn't run away even once!

Bolstered by that success, Mary remembers another thing she'd been meaning to do, ever since meeting Cosette. She bustles up to the bar and asks for "a book about printing cloth;" once she has it she's too absorbed in looking at the glossy print and photographs to move back to a table, so she just reads it at the bar.

likeroaringlions

William's last stop in Milliways was brief, brief and annoying, but long enough for him to catch on that it's winter here. So he comes prepared, this time: old boots on his feet, and a bundle of woolens wrapped in a cloak shoved under his arm.

He doesn't go straight out into the cold, though. First he'll have a beer and a bite to eat. And...collect Jim's reply note and send it into the fire. Christ.

i_am_your_host

[ OOC: Feel free to visit Emcee and/or Rae in the infirmary. Jay will be around as needed to watch over them. ]

idareyou

It's sunny in Scotland. It's been sunny for two days together, and surely on a day like this the young king would enjoy riding out on the hillside? With his young bride? Yes? ...No?

No! Apparently not! Because the suggestion, made as they broke their fast, was met with a stammered "um...aye...well...you can if you like, I'm sure someone will go with you..." But Annabella, when asked, had a headache; and Mary had hesitated at the thought of finding one of the ever-busy lords and demanding that an escort be arranged so that she could go out by herself.

So it's a somewhat put-out Mary of Guelders who sneaks into Milliways today, wrapped in a cloak and ready to find something to do.

((Sleep deprivation and a head cold are telling me that it's totally a great idea to put in an EP! I have the feeling they'll be telling me to take a nap eventually, but in any case I'll be back/around.))

((EDIT: Anyone else having trouble with DW? I keep getting errors...))

i_am_your_host

This is not the end.

The door creaks open to the sounds of voices shouting in German.

People screaming and crying.

Violence and confusion.

A body drags itself in through the doorway and crumples into a rapidly growing pool of blood on the floor.

The door closes and disappears.

And Emcee is dying.

[OOC: Plot-locked to Sunshine, Jay, Eric, and Guppy. Warning for gory traumatic injury in the first thread. Reactions are welcome!]

fieryface

Jamie has found a book. It's an old-fashioned book by the standards of most here-- printed in the 18th century-- but this being Milliways, it looks as new as the day it was first sold.

Inside is poetry.

Jamie reads it with a faint furrow in his brow, but whether that is due to confusion or dislike of the subject matter or from something else altogether, he is also quite absorbed by it, hardly looks up or seems to notice anything that is taking place around him.

O busy ghost, ay flickering to and fro,
That never art in quiet or in rest,
Til thou come to that place that thou came from,
Which is thy first and very proper rest...

[ooc: gonna be in and out, but I'm traveling and have some time to kill!]

likeroaringlions

((So after Jamie's awkward start to marriage, and a brutal Douglas domestic dispute, the lads ran off to Milliways to get drunk, where they met Jim Moriarty and it didn't go over all that well.

So they ran off even more to get even drunker.))

likeroaringlions

(JAMES. You know what the deal is. We stand by each other. Always.
WILLIAM takes his hand. Always. There's another roar from the drinkers, off. Christ, listen to them out there. Drunken bastards. They're all bastards, James. There's just you and me.
JAMES. That's enough. We'll be fine. Just you and me. Let's just get drunk, man.
They run off...)

...to Milliways, because where else can you get some peace from the castle crowd? James had just come in from the hunt, the hunt after the king's wedding; he's dressed for that, a gangly teenager with moss staining his elbows. William is much the same. He's got a growing lump over his temple and a swelling split lip but they've cleaned up the blood and--and it's fine, all right?

They're gonna get drunk. They're already drunk and they're gonna get more drunk. "Wine for...for two men in from the hunt," William calls to Bar, and snatches up the bottle provided. "Let's find a place to sit."

((Joint post--tag asking for one or the other or both, or get whoever's around! Both muns are going to be traveling later in the week, but we're both around for a couple of days first.))

i_am_your_host

[ OOC: Millitimed to during the Halloween party -- Emcee and Jay go for some quickies in the woods (warnings for sex); later, Emcee pays Eric what he owes him for the incident, and a little more (warnings for vampirism, but no sex!) ]

Emcee comes downstairs, carrying a small suitcase. He is wearing his leather coat, a white dress shirt, and long trousers. His hair is neat and his face is plain, except for just a touch of eyeliner. If one had met him at the Halloween party for the first time, he would be nearly unrecognizable.

At the Bar, he requests sandwiches, some with jam and peanut butter and some with cured meats that won't spoil easily, along with crackers and biscuits.

He has notes in his pocket. If he doesn't see their intended recipients in the brief time he has before he steps through his door, he will give them to the Bar to deliver.

For the moment he is wrapping the food in brown paper, separating them into several parcels.

[OOC again: Mainly an exit post, but if your pup would like to say goodbye, a short thread would be appreciated!]

fieryface

[conversations with dead people: king james ii meets king james i. tw for non-graphic mentions of violence and blood]

Jamie's just about calmed himself down-- well, calmed himself down enough that he looks outwardly sort of mostly calm-- when he walks into the bar and finds himself suddenly in an outfit somewhat different from his usual. Not being familiar with Halloween and its attendant costuming traditions, he really has no context to explain this.

Well. He has one explanation.

He stumbles over to the Bar and demands, "Am I awake?"

A note comes back: Yes.

He stares at it a moment or two, then suddenly seizes it, crumples it up, and throws it behind the bar. "Ah, fuck, I canny trust you."

He sinks down onto a stool and lowers his head down onto his hands, resting on the bar. It's fine. It's fine. He'll just-- wait.

likeroaringlions

Well. After some galvanizing conversations with Hotspur and with Jim Moriarty, young William Douglas is all on fire to go Do a Thing. Fight a Fight. Raise some Hell. So he's packed up, and made his goodbyes to Jamie, and now he's stopping by the Bar to be sure his tab is all paid. (...And Jamie's, to cover him for some time yet.)

Hm. He should probably leave Jim a note, since he's promised his help getting stuff up the mountain and now he's leaving. On the other hand, Jim can take care of himself. So--eh, whatever. Anyway, with any luck, he'll be back in Milliways soon. There's got to be another way into this place somewhere, right?

William shoulders his bag and makes for his door.

Exit post, but feel free to catch him before he goes.

likeroaringlions

((William Douglas is restless, and Jamie isn't quite on the same page. Alternatively, Jamie is in no great rush to go around killing people, and William isn't quite on the same page.))

likeroaringlions

William Douglas is not asleep. He's lying on the grass with his eyes closed, one arm draped around a ball as if he's worried it will roll away, and he might be very close to asleep--but sprawled next to him, his dog daemon keeps watch. Giorsal is a big girl, an alaunt, and not much gets past her when she's on duty.

So go ahead and bother them!

fieryface

There are those in Scotland, it must be said, who find their teenage king-- unsettling. The birthmark, for one thing, and the various superstitions relating to such marks, particularly on a boy whose father is still widely called a murderer. And then the nightmares, of course, the waking dreams that even those closest to him are tempted to call little more than fits of madness.

And of course, there is the fact that his daemon (though he certainly has one) is rarely visible. She keeps herself hidden-- there are some at the palace who insist they have never once seen her at all.

But that's one of the things he does like about Milliways, something that balances out the overall eeriness enough to make him happy enough to come back: that not everyone has daemons here-- in fact, most people don't, though not in a way that's bad or wrong, just that they're on the inside or invisible or something. So he can sit, as he is, over near the fire and Sìne can poke her sleek, dark head out of her sleeve and no one will think twice about a king (not that there's really any here who know he's a king anyway) with a snake for a daemon.

herr_bookman

Autor needs to break something today. He's just been in that kind of a mood.

The boy thinks about his choices. He imagines snapping pencils in his head. He has never done so before, but he bets they have a satisfying crack. Dishware would be equally gratifying to smash against the floor or the wall. Punching a wall would be fun but stupid, and he's already gone after the bag today.

The problem with breaking things is that things cost money, and he has no doubt smashing something--dishes especially--would give people cause for alarm. So, after some thought, Autor orders a drill bit, some chalk, a mature coconut, and a meat cleaver. This way he can satisfy both his urge to smash something and his stomach.

He drills through the tough nut by hand and drains the clear, tasty water, verifying its freshness. Then the boy whacks the hard, brown coconut along the seam with the back of the cleaver, curling his bare toes with each hit.

It's frustrating as hell. He's sure the payoff will be glorious.

foamys-human.livejournal.com

*Freakazoid wanders through the door, whistling aimlessly, then looks around and stops for a moment.*

"Huh, I was just wandering aimlessly through my neighborhood, looking for crime to fight, and suddenly I'm here.

"Cool!!!!

"I wonder what's going on around here."

*He wanders the room, looking around for a likely ~~victim~~ friend to talk to.*

...

*After looking around for a bit and not seeing anyone who he can probably safely intrude on, he spots a guy sunning out by the lake. He promptly goes outside to ~~bother~~ chat with him.*

Current Mood: chipper

reluctantstar.livejournal.com

Ray was out near the lake, laying out and sunning himself in a pair of swim trunks, and just ignoring the world. He had been around, some, but business had been eating his time alive, so he hadn't been around as much as he wanted to be. Trying to build a career in computer programming and business management was hard, especially in between commitments to Uncle Sam.

Today, however, was for rest, and quiet, and sheer relaxation. So there he was, at the lake, relaxing.

foamys-human.livejournal.com

*A young man with blue skin, wearing red long underwear with a big F! on the front, runs tirelessly through the outdoors, arms extended above his head and slightly forward, while he says "whoosh, whoosh" all the way.*

*He stops just outside the bar, looks around, and gets a very confused look on his face.*

"Well, this isn't the Outdoor Ice Sculpture Museum of Sao Paolo.

"Musta taken that wrong turn at Albaquerque. I knew I should have turned left.

"Eh, I've been here before, might as well go in and see what's going on."

*With that, he whooshes his way through the door and into the bar proper.*

foamys-human.livejournal.com

*A lightning bolt with a head zips through the door, halts, and dissolves into a big blue man with lightning in his hair wearing red underwear with a big F! on his chest*

Well, I'm back here again.

I hope Cosgrove can survive without me at the Mojave Ice Festival, I have a feeling this may take a while.

*he looks around to see if he sees anyone he knows ... unlikely, as he's only been here once, and only met three people, but then, unlikely things happen to him all the time. Just look at that Pinnacle Chip disaster that started the whole thing.*

foamys-human.livejournal.com

*A bolt of lightning with a head zaps through the door and stops in the middle of the room, dissolving into a large blue man with lightning in his hair and wearing red underwear*

*Freakazoid looks around*

Hmmm, this doesn't look like the Saskatchewan Surfing Festival I was supposed to meet Cosgrove at....

*he looks around a bit*

Oooooh, a BAR!!!!!!!!!! I've always wanted to visit one of those!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*he wanders over towards the actual bar, looking extremely interestedly at all the members of the crowd around it*