milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lestat de lioncourt

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

There's a Lestat in the bar. Casual. Nonchalant. Trying to look as if he drinks here every night. Trying, when he picks up a leaflet concerning Lilly's launch-party, to look as if he's not surprised by the staff's new attitude to paid-for sex.

The bar itself seems rather empty, so he saunters over to Lilly's suite.

Current Mood: curious

awesome_lilly

[OOM: Millitimed to this evening, a party is beginning. Invitations have been liberally distributed, a sign was posted, and there was even an ad in the Say True. Everyone over the age of consent in their home universe is invited, and formal dress is suggested.

(The real dress code is whether it'll get you by Raph.)

Madame Lilly's Delicate Flower brothel is officially open for business. Please feel free to stop by. ;-)]

OOC: MASSIVE slowtiming will occur, as one of the whore-muns isn't even here yet. Please feel free to tag in any time, it'll all be summarized and relinked in the end.

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

( There is a note on the bar. )

angelus-amadeo.livejournal.com

[OOC: Getting Ready]

Amadeo enters Milliways dressed in black trousers, a baby blue silk waistcoat, blue silk tie, white shirt and black velvet frock coat.

And he's never been brighter, never smiled more, never felt more excited.

He stops in the doorway, looking for David.

Current Mood: excited

ancient-servant.livejournal.com

Khayman had heard Lestat and his guests talk excitedly about the big do they're going to have in the bar tonight, Armand making vows to his mortal lover.

So he found himself the arch in the cemetary, and walked through it again and again until it gave in and took him here.

Now Khayman leans again a pillar, half in shadows, and observes the busy mortal life all around him, sweet little creatures laughing and kissing and arguning and getting drunk. Brief-lived children, such pleasure while they last.

[[OOC: This is actually Khayman's entry post - he's been in many OOMs, but this is the first time he comes to the bar itself.]]

roman-marius.livejournal.com

Lestat and Marius stroll into the bar, both of the vampires cutting a fine figure in their new clothes from Italy. Tradition dictates that one is not supposed to upstage the bride at a wedding, but there is no bride, so they have, instead tried to upstage each other.

Lestat walks over to the bar, and Marius finds a booth and sits, anticipating Armand's arrival.

Unbeknownst to them both, a large Alsation slinks in through the door after them. You wouldn't have thought a dog so large could slink. Well, Mojo wasn't going to miss this either, was he?

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks out of the Staff Quarters with David following behind him. Both are in full formal kilt regalia. His tartan is Glasgow City Tartan where David's in an English tartan of his own family. He looks nervous and is looking around for people involved in the wedding.

Current Mood: excited

darkly-romantic.livejournal.com

Louis enters a few minutes after Lestat and Marius.

He has not tried to outdo anyone.

asar-suti.livejournal.com

It is not quite morning, the quietest time in the bar, when the door opens and two short, slight figures walk in. One gives an overall brownish impression, the other is somehow purple, and they both carry only a few small and light bags that should not give the impression of laden-ness that the have about them.

Gil and Asar-Suti have finally returned to Milliways, in time for Gil to take over the morning shift before breakfast.

Asar-Suti takes Gil into his arm to kiss him, but the ex-faun quickly scampers into the kitchen, and there are joyous squeals form beyond the door.

Asar-Suti carries his bags over to near the fireplace, says hello to Esk who is sitting there, gets coffee, feeds the trilobites, and starts unpacking any astronomic number of books from his seemingly innocent bags, and sorting through them. Stacks are forming on the table, the coffee mug gets put aside. The small purple god will have to conjure himself some serious shelf space for his room, it seems.

~~[[OOC: mun is still at work and will then be going home; responses may be slow.]]~~

mini-matantei.livejournal.com

Loki enters.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

And there's a Liam in the bar again.

Come talk to him!

go-between.livejournal.com

Richard walks through the front door, steps behind the bar, and ties on his apron.

"What'll it be?"

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

Lestat wonders into Milliways. Dark purple glasses, Brooks Brothers suit, ~~strange addiction to coming into this damned bar he pretends to hate.~~

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David is sitting in the couch by the fire.

Actually, lying in the couch by the fire with his head in his arms would be a more accurate description.

But, you know, whatever.

[OOC: Adult content ahead. Beware. Hell, I should just say: you know the drill by now, this is a David thread, shouldn't I? *headdesks*]

Current Mood: blank

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

Liam is asleep in a chair by the fire, having moved there from the bar at some point.

Feel free to come and wake him up if you want to.

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

Lestat whirls into the bar, a blond tornado in damp velvet and lace; it's been raining in New Orleans, and he's been out scouring the streets.

He stomps over to Richard at the bar, "Where is he?"

watch-wait.livejournal.com

There is a group gathered outside, braving the cold, down by a particular rock by the lake. Charlie's body is there, wrapped in several blankets and head carefully pillowed on the ground. Bartleby watches the stillness of his chest, and then looks around at everyone.

"I... you know why we're here. To-to celebrate the life of Charlie Pace, someone we all l-loved dearly." He takes a breath, and feels his eyes stinging. Pull yourself together. He deserves better. He stands up straighter. "He was so full of life that it's hard to be-believe he is now gone, and. His memory will remain. As brother, as friend, as lover, as m-m-musician.

"And. I was going to say more, but..." He closes his eyes for a second. And then begins the ritualistic prayer. "Our Father, who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name. Thy Kingdom come, thy Will be done, on Earth as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread, and forgive us our trespasses, as we forgive those who trespass against us. Lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil, for thine is the Kingdom, the power and the glory, for ever and ever." He exhales, and looks around. "Amen."

He's really crying now, and he retreats back, making way for the next person.

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: OoM: The gang arrive in New Orleans]

Current Mood: chipper
Current Music: Amy Grant - Big Yellow Taxi

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

Lestat opens the double doors and looks around. "Que?!"

He turns around and walks back through them, without so much as a glance at any of the bars patrons. Expecting to find himself in one of the many rooms of Marius's house in Rome, Lestat instead finds himself in the Bar's grounds. "Marius!? Marius!!" This process of shouting, and walking in and out is repeated a few times. He's a stubborn one; this vampire. Having just been in the middle of a gossipy conversation with the Marius about his opinions on Armand and Richard's relationship, and what they got up to while in Rome, Lestat is understandably annoyed at this interruption.

There's also the risk that, being in the bar, he will run into David.

[ooc: Wahey! A use for Lestat's new wtf?-icon.]

EDIT: [ooc: Unable to leave the bar, Lestat, in an attempt to avoid David after turning him, has now conned Richard out of the key and locked himself in David's room alone. Don't question the Lioncourt logic.]

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: post this]

David takes Armand and Richard by the hand, wincing at the pain, and together they walk to the front door.

The scene is so very similar to a while ago. He looks back, looks around... he can still smell Charlie, somewhere, which is strange - that heady tang of vanilla he's never managed to fully explain why it's stuck around him - and there's no one else he can see.

Armand opens the door. Richard, clutching a shot glass from the bar - he has no idea why, and doesn't pretend to, either - looks around, too, and he's the first one through the door. David follows shortly afterwards, wishing his friends the best of luck as he goes; there's darkness outside. There's never just been darkness. For him, it's always been the path through the woods into Lafayette Cemetery, and he realises, a second before he steps through, that it is the path. It's just so dark tonight, and there's no moon, that he can barely see an inch in front of his face.

Armand is last through, and the sliver of light provided by the bar's door disappears as he shuts it and they walk, hand in hand together, through the path of the forest. Armand is in front instead of Richard. Armand can smell the way, and David can hear him calling across the miles.

Lestat, don't you dare move. We're coming to you. David needs you.

They make their way through the streets past the cemetery - David hears Richard holding his breath as they pass. He's not sure if this is superstition or the smell - and they alight upon Lestat's house in short time.

And they head inside.

[OOC: There's some minor smuttage - vampire smuttage - in the thread in Lestat's house. And oh, wait, violence, too? If you consider David being bitten and turned back to a vampire, then yes, violence. Tread carefully, either way]

Current Mood: determined

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

David wakes with a crick in his neck, unaware he'd even fallen asleep.

He gets up, goes to the buffet cart and gets himself some breakfast, going back to the same booth and tucking in hungrily.

He looks around for any sign of friends, and continues to eat while waiting.

Current Mood: tired

notsoyoung.livejournal.com

[OOC: The Decision Has Been Made]

David stops at the door, Lestat passing him by in a swish of his jacket, and he looks around.

When he returns, things will look much different; brighter and darker all at once.

He has no other choice.

His hand is on the doorknob, and all he has to do is push it and step out.

And yet...*

Current Mood: contemplative

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

Lestat comes in from the lake and strolls up to the bar. Leaning on it on his elbows, he scruntinises the bar top carefully.

"Alors...why won't you let me leave?"

He raises his head, and spots Richard watching him from behind the bar, amused. The vampire shrugs. "She must like me, non?"

vampire-brat.livejournal.com

The Vampire Lestat steps tentatively into the bar, carrying a copy of Milton's 'Paradise Lost. He's been here before, but not for a while, and things seem to have changed. He did remember to feed before he arrived, he assumes the bar is still serving that abominable 'faux blood.'

He takes a corner seat, his favourite kind, and begins to read peacefully.

mnt_raph

*Raph saunters in from the lake area. By the state of himself, he's clearly been jogging*

Yo, Bar.
O.J., and some pancakes if you please.

*the juice and food arrive and he begins to eat*