milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lærke

ash-imperfect.livejournal.com

Asher walks the edge of the darkened lake, brooding and hurt. His room - or at least his furniture, and most particularly his bed - is no more than matchsticks, the victim of rage that had overwhelmed him when Nathaniel had walked out the door. Mania past, Asher was left feeling weak, broken, and unable to think about staying in his room. The memory of last night, so sweet when he awoke, now tortures him. He is alone once again, all the worse for how suddenly it happened. Changing out of his clothes - and knowing he will not wear them again, unable to separate them from tonight, he dresses in black, knee-high boots over breeches, a black shirt, black frock coat.

His hair is unbound, hanging over his face, and Asher keeps his gaze on the waters as he walks. He sits, at last, far away enough from the bar that he can only dimly hear noise, staring blindly into the lake as pink-tinged tears roll down his face.

[ooc: Shortly following this OOM, with warnings for mopey, angry Asher. Poke him at your peril.
Tiny!Mopey!Tag: Asher
Tiny!Scared!Tag: Laerke ]

ostro_goth

There is a little grey kitten roaming the bar today.

There is a grim dark Goth by the fireplace as well, but he is much less noticeable than the small grey feline wandering around the bar and sniffing for anything edible, preferably with fish in it.

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Charlie's outside, as a guy again--thank heaven--doing yoga. The flexibility exercises are taking his mind off what's been stuck on his mind all night; Doc stung him deeper than he expected, telling him he was using sex to change Teja.
Just a little whore, you have to use what you're good at to get a man on their back...
He went through the motions absently, not really thinking about what he was really doing, and trying not to think about anything else, either. It hurt either way.

[ooc: warning for gratuitous violence and language in the first thread. they beat the crap out of each other.]

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

The weather has been warming, so Lærke is entering the Bar proper from the back door. Her shawl is knotted a bit more loosely than usual and not clutched nearly as tightly.

Still, she skips over to her place by the fire and pulls a small ball of yarn from her skirts, winding it around her fingers. After a few tries, she actually gets a small length of finger knitting going.

Come say hello to the little match girl.

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

The back door opens and a small bundle of shawls stumbles into the Bar, accompanied by a strong gust of icy air. The bundle stomps its feet (it's wearing proper boots, at least) and hurries toward the fireplace. The shawls begin to loosen as a pair of red, chapped hands emerge and reach for the fire.

This is what becomes of little girls who sneak out to play in the woods instead of going to lessons.

A few golden curls escape the nest of shivering shawls.

Little Lærke, The Little Match Girl, has made her way into the Bar.

prone-to-panic.livejournal.com

Archie's in the bar at a table nearer the back door than usual. Watchful. Full moon and all. If you need a warning, he's your man. Of course, he's open to non moon-related conversation as well, as always.

mogget_cat

*He's got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
He's dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the ~~morning~~ evenin' time drop all its petals on me him.
Life, I he loves you,
All is groovy.*

*There is an Yrael stretched out on the couch, taking up way too much space, and not even really caring.*

*Yrael is content.*

*All is groovy.*

Current Mood: groovy

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is out at the treeline, watching the shadows lengthen. Not too much longer to wait.
He scans the area around him, taking in the scents and wondering if he'll meet up with a certain leopard tonight. He smiles to himself and goes back to watching the sunset.
It's safe to talk to him, at least for a bit longer.

smallestopener

Tom was out by the lake earlier today, preparing for the birthday ball. He'd been most disturbed to discover scorched earth and the lingering traces of wild magic - disturbed, wild magic - near the site he'd planned.

Not to be defeated, he'd simply moved to the opposite side of the lake. The walkway from the bar to the enchanted canvas tent enclosing the ballroom would simply need to be extended. He did decide to stop by Security on his way back to the House to get ready.

And now the time had come for Ingress's Princess Birthday Ball. Guests are received by the birthday girl and her co-hostess, Princess Amy.

Guests are mingling at the tables stacked high with delicious party treats or at the smaller circular tables arranged in clusters for viewing the dance floor, where the birthday girl is dancing the night away, along with the rest of her beautifully-dressed guests.

Do come join the fun. Everyone's invited.

(Except Blodwen Rowlands, of course.)

OOC: If you tag Amy or Ingress and we don't answer for a bit, we will as soon as we can.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

It's been a long while, but Jason is back in the Bar proper. He's curled on a couch cradling a small Danish child, reading to her from a book of faerie tales.
They must not be too graphic, because Laerke is curled happily against him hanging on every word.
But feel free to interrupt.
[OOC: As there has been Stuff and Being Away, please Ping Jeffiner42 before tagging. Say thankya. P.S. This is the muns muchly belated Milliversary post, as the 5th 'till now has been swamped.]

mogget_cat

*It seems that Yrael felt like a little music, tonight. Half-sitting on a barstool, with his cup of tea on the bar behind him, he plays. The song is a tripping little dance, Yrael's deft fingers playing upon the strings of the violin as the bow flashes through the air. The tune carries a simple joy with it, happiness and contentment in the sunshine. Breathing free with the first hint of summer carried on the breeze.*

*It is a good song. Come listen and say hello.*

balletrat

*Meg's sitting comfortably at a booth in the bar, engaged in sewing ribbons to two pairs of small ballet slippers.

If certain people - say, any students of hers - were to approach, these shoes would vanish LIKE THE WIND.

Meg is crafty like that.*

futures_of_ash

Bar thinks Rachel should be sleeping.

She doesn't happen to agree.

So, there's a hero, complete with spandex, sitting cross legged on the bar with the usaul mug of beef broth.

She seems to be arguing with Bar.

About dresses.

They've agreed on green.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

[OOM: Preparations] Yes, there really has been getting ready for the wedding. You've just not seen it. *shifty*

mogget_cat

*Someone forgot that those catnip plants by the lake would be blooming.*

*That someone just tripped over an invisible dustbunny and is trying in vain to get back on his feet. His predicament is frankly hilarious. To him, anyway. He's laughing like a fool.*

Current Mood: high

street-sparrow.livejournal.com

Gavroche paid attention, the other day, when he was talking to Matt Truman, and listened to his description of Sharpe. So, when he spotted him on his security shift, he went over to introduce himself.

They're sitting together having a chat over milkshakes, now. The milkshakes are Gavroche's fault.

Tag one or both.

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

Lærke is trying to sit daintily in a chair. However, this is difficult when one's feet do not touch the floor. So instead there is squirming and sighing, twisting and kneeling on the chair, flopping back down, and looking just generally bored and restless as she watches the Bar crowd.
This is one little girl who never heard of getting candies on Easter. Who wants to be the first to break it to her?

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

Lærke is once again at the fire, practicing her needlework.
With a SHINY NEW BASKET! next to her.
Well, not shiny, but it's wonderful all the same.
And it's hers.

OOC: Had to run with Many Things To Do, slowtime please?

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Right. It has been an interesting week, particularly due to the progression (and woe) of some slowtimes.

So here is Wellard, sans papers or books! And brooding over a cup of tea.

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

((Do to work and IRL, these OOMs are very backdated. But cute, and so here they are.))

After Svava and Yrael came back from Belisaere, Archie welcomes Svava back home in their flat. Rated S for schmoop and ftd. The next morning, Lærke wakes up the returned Svava and they look though the things Svava bought at the festival. Rated A for Aw.

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

Little match girl by the fire! She has a small piece of fabric with a crooked flower being cross stitched on it. She's concentrating very hard, which means that a distraction is imminent for the young girl. Care to offer one?

swinging-cod.livejournal.com

Well, looky here.

There's a Jayne in the bar.

Clearly not expecting to end up there, Jayne pauses, then rolls his eyes, shrugging.

Might as well have a beer.

He bellies up to Bar. "Sam Adams." A pause. "Please."

The bottle appears.

"Xiexie."

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

Sweet little girl by the fireplace. Someone might nickname her Cinderella soon, though she won't have any idea what you're talking about. She has that look that small children get when plotting something. That should probably be interrupted, before Yrael finds her chasing him down with doll clothes.

and-far-away.livejournal.com

Sharpe comes out of the office and looks around the room.

He's looking for Svava, but anyone else can talk to him too.

by-matchlight.livejournal.com

There is a little match girl sitting by the fire again today. She'd been found and ushered back to her room last night, but there is so much to see in the Bar.
As long as you're quiet and unobtrusive.
Wouldn't want to get thrown out.
She doesn't understand how Bar works, anyone care to spoil her with treats?