milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lee castle

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Now there's something you don't see every day (because the mun is swamped with history homework.) Two CTU agents, sitting at a table, amicably sharing a plate of onion rings.

It's only odd because the agents in question are usually snarking at each other or giving each other the silent treatment, but Chase and Castle don't seem to feel like being hostile right now, so they're just having a friendly snack.

Come poke at either or both.

namo

[OOM: In Room 144, Námo spends a little time with Lee while reflecting.]

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle in the bar. Unlike his mun, he is not suffering from a violent stomach flu, and has not been going to bed every night at 8:30.

So he's just draped over his usual couch, playing with Zeke the cat. Bother at will.

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[Millitimed to just before midnight on Friday]

Gorlim comes down the stairs into the bar with a sage-green burlap sack slung awkwardly over his right shoulder. It doesn't look like it contains much or is very heavy, but he still seems a little unbalanced by it. Well, take a backpack or large purse and sling it over the opposite shoulder from the one you usually carry it on and you'll see why. His left arm hangs at his side, bandages hidden under his sleeve and cloak hiding the wound he received from Ramon last night.

He heads to the bar and leaves several letters and a package with Bar, who magics them away and delivers in return a small pill bottle and a modified first aid kit containing fresh bandages and antiseptic soap. Gorlim shoves the box into his sack quickly, picks up the bottle and looks around. He soon spots the person he's looking for, and heads over to where Random is leaning against a booth wall drumming his fingers against each other.

"Ready?" Random asks. "Everything taken care of?"

Gorlim nods. "I spoke to Namo and Ellie, left notes for everyone else." He shifts the bag uncomfortably on his shoulder. "Got some clothes and herbs Ellie sent me with. Could you keep these for me?" He hands the bottle to Random, who peers at it and then pockets it carefully.

"Fabulous. Let's get out of here." Random reaches for Gorlim's hand. They touch, and are gone.

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LETTERS:

( To Lee Castle )

( To Guppy )

( To Abs Denham )

( To Malcolm Crowe )

( To anyone else who might have cause to notice Gorlim's absense or be looking for him )

[OOC: Gorlim will be speaking individually to a few other people in millitimed threads. The mun apologizes for unforeseen circumstances that prevented her from threading these tonight.]

namo

[OOM: In Room 144, Námo and Lee have a quiet, schmoopy moment.]

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle has porn.

Not very interesting porn, judging by his bored expression, and not recognizable as such without reading over his shoulder, but porn nonetheless.

Have at.

gorlim.livejournal.com

There is a somewhat melancholy traitor hanging about in the bar this morning. He's staring at the fire in a hypnotized sort of way.

It's probably a good idea to come distract him.

If you're his brother, even better.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle's sitting by the fire, attempting to read Dante again.

Abandon all hope, ye who comment here.

vaire-the-weavr.livejournal.com

The door opens.

A very tall, statuesque woman walks through, her long, black hair like a cloak hanging down her back, walks into the bar. Her glass-clear grey eyes sweep the floor. Her lips are formed into a pleasant enough smile; the woman's silver skirts move like liquid around her.

Another few steps as the door closes behind her, remaining very visible to her eyes, and she turns her head, looking for any she might already know. Pointed ears dripping with rich, warm stones and shimmering metals catch the light.

Vairë has entered Milliways.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Aw, look. Two CTU agents in one post, bonding over a computer.

Well. Adam is playing a game that, as per usual, involves blowing shit up. Castle is hanging over his shoulder waiting for a turn and looking a little distracted.

Come bother either or both! Just don't make Adam lose his game.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is lounging in a booth, picking at a plate of potatoes.
The beef had been gone for awhile.
He looks bored. Come talk to him?

namo

[Millitimed to 8pm EST this evening: after this...]

Gorlim, Námo and Lee walk to the door, each bearing a suitcase.

And all of them in moder clothing.

Námo opens the door into an alley that faces out to a street packed with cars. He smiles at Lee, then at Gorlim, and walks through the door, Gorlim and Lee following him.

The door closes quietly behind them as the three venture out into Los Angeles.

namo

There is a much happier, more content looking Vala this evening.

And he is seated by the fire with a damp hound.

Reading.

Come interrupt him?

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle. Bar. In.

He had to come downstairs to eat something.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle inna bar. Mun has tried to snap him out of the angsty death-brooding, really, she has, but to no avail.

Someone at least tell him to put the Hamlet Cliff Notes away.

horriblyinlove.livejournal.com

So, an Italian walks into a bar and meets a Dane. They get some spiced ale together and go sit at a table, where they have polite conversation about one thing and another, and marvel at the weird futuristic gadgetry around them.

Wait... that's not very funny.

But it is a good way of pointing out that Benedick of Padua and Guildenstern of Denmark are sharing a table and that either or both are available for conversation.

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

There is a Castle in the bar, lying on a couch and brooding about how none of the shiny new 24-canon affects him, because he's dead.

...okay, not really, but that's what the mun's thinking about.

Come poke at him.

[OOC: Mun may be disappearing for fairly large stretches of time here and there to procure food and drive home and such, but is around.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

If you didn't know any better, you would think Jason hasn't moved since last night. Still lounging in the booth, iPod blaring in his ears. From time to time you might hear him singly softly along. Only this time, he has a plate of baked apples that he's picking at.
Say hello?

Current Music: "Don't Let The Sun Catch You Crying" -Louis Jordan

namo

A not'cat is sprawled on a cushion of a sofa near the fire.

He is napping.

Come and scritch the tabby?

[OOC: mild sexual discussion/situation below -- as well as gratuitously skirting the line of Rule #3.]

namo

At some point between late, late last night and late this afternoon, Gorlim had left his side.

But the Vala had not left the sofa or the fire.

He has ordered another cup of the tea Asar-Suti had kindly left him, but he still broods.

Now he has even more to brood about.

Care to bother him?

not-a-redshirt.livejournal.com

Castle ~~burning~~ sitting in a booth, looking a bit out-of-sorts.

Because mun is working on large, unpleasant term paper, he won't be hugely inclined towards conversation, but he's around.

Fire at will.

namo

Námo is seated in a booth with tea and the chocolate pastries Nerdanel was always going on about lately. He also has a book in hand, a collection of works of some of the great British playwrights.

He is engrossed in the book, his head bent, as he idly fingers the string of colourful acorns around his neck.

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Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not.

Have at either or both.

geeky-agent.livejournal.com

Chris at a table. She has a large cup of coffee nearby and a red pen in hand, making notes in her notebook.

She wouldn't mind being distracted.

audieraines.livejournal.com

So there was this blonde, right? She hadn't been in the bar for a while, 'cause last time she'd been here it drove her nuts. Something funny happened when she got out, though. She forgot it all. Forgot she had spent time with Jack Bauer once, forgot she had discovered he wasn't dead, forgot that she had been in the same room as her dead husband, her brother and her father. Her life was normal when she stepped out, with no knowledge that it had once been quite chaotic. So when this blonde walks into this bar rather than the bar she was looking for, she's more than a little confused.

Last time she checked, no bar in Washington ever had a view of the world ending.