milliways_bar | Entries tagged with lohengrin (the knight)

Autor sneaks up to Bar today to deliver his presents. Some of them he's been working on for months, and he's glad to be done, but he just knows he's forgetting someone--and that's stressful. He almost doesn't want to deliver them. But he codes everything out of his sylladex anyway, and drops all of his Solstice presents off.

( Little!Rae, Oswin, Lohengrin, Lucas, Katya, Mirai, Joly, Bonnie, Bossuet, Gavroche, Fry, Sherral )

To his other friends, Autor leaves boxes of croissants with sweet fillings and the occasional tea tin. The boy marvels at how many friends he has. Packages delivered and burden lifted, he orders tea and Kartoffelkäse, and retreats upstairs.

[OOC: Reaction tags only, please!]

rexque_futurus

When Allie gets the fated napkin, she grins and pats the bar's wood cheerfully. "Yeah, sure. Have a nice nap."

She's been pretty busy lately, so it might be nice to 'tend for a little while. Especially if she pours herself a glass of wine to go with it. You know, to make sure the product is up to quality. And stuff.

Happy Hour Specials
Mulled mead
Peppermint hot chocolate
Apple cider
Mulled wine

After chatting with a waitrat for a moment, she adds underneath:

(frumenty and mince pies on the way)

After a moment, she nods to herself in satisfaction.

herr_bookman

[OOM: After Lohengrin helps a shaking, feverish Autor up the stairs, he decides to stay and keep vigil over his friend.]

herr_bookman

A pale and miserable Autor lurches through the door today, shivering and sweating. Once he manages to reach the bar without stumbling, he deliberately straightens his shoulders, intent on holding himself up despite the fever.

Tea, Autor thinks, lovingly cradling his cup, is the best invention in the history of all the universes. The first sip of any cup is always good, but the drink before him is ambrosia to Autor's swollen and parched tongue. He nurses the tea for a while, dehydrated but not wanting to swallow too quickly. Cup eventually drained, the clammy boy gathers his strength to attempt the stairs and return to work in the library.

Catch him here or there.

knightoftheswan

Despite the relatively stagnant nature of this point in the plot, the seasons keep moving. The Knight keeps living. And now that autumn and winter are drawing closer, the time has come to prepare for the Raven's strongest time of the year.

Lohengrin drops into a chair, worn out from the new recruits testing their mettle against him. But if asked, he'll answer, "You should see the other guys."

He asks for a glass of water, a mug of coffee, and something, anything, to eat. Once they arrive, he's quite botherable.

herr_bookman

It has been a while since this child sat at the piano here, but he settles in comfortably enough. Erik Satie's Gnossienne No.1 flows from his split-knuckled hands, and he closes his eyes, listening to the conversation that the piano holds. His technique is perfect, his pace slow, and his shoulders loose as he drifts, feeling the rain fall on his face--completely content.

mindofathief

Duster is walking back and forth around Milliways. Or rather, he's rushing surprisingly quickly with his limp with a concerned look on his face.

"Where are they? Where are they?" He mutters under his breath as he looks under tables and chairs in the next room. After no success, he stands back up and takes one last look before moving on.

((OOC: Open to all until it drops off the page.))

knightoftheswan

Things have been quiet.

Disturbingly quiet.

Stagnantly quiet.

Just as before when he lost himself in grief's comforting numbness, Lohengrin has lost track of time. And yet he engages in activity, not sitting and observing as life goes on. Memory works as a sieve, and days hold no bulk. Why isn't anything happening?

The Knight caves to accursed curiosity and, mouth set in a grimace, asks for a copy of Prinz und Rabe to use as a reference. He marvels at the weight of so many lives somehow able to fit in his hands. He orders a coffee, unconcerned if any should get on the book, and sets up reading in a booth tucked away in a corner.

He stops near the end, almost glad that the last pages aren't present, and stares at one line. He might appreciate a distraction.

el_enmascarado_de_plata

There have been some interesting things going on in Mexico City lately. The country's currency only just restabilized after he and Jorge Rubio managed to stop that counterfeiting ring, and now there's reports coming in from several of Santo's scientific friends of a mysterious set of rockets headed for the Moon, none of which are claimed by either the United States or the Russians-

Oh. Milliways.

Well, Santo needed a break anyway. Time to put on his Security badge and do a shift; people need to see the mask every once in a while.

ostro_goth

Spring Feast & Happy Hour

Everybody is invited!

Food and drink today paid by the Łukaszewicz Foundation

Wine
Ale
Cider
Horchata
Woodruff soda

In addition to the drinks at the bar, there are crafts tables to try new things to make, a bonfire outside with food, and a free concert of music performed by patrons by the lakeside, and goodie bags with art supplies and spring gifts as well as a raffle ticket/voucher for each guest to take home.

[[OOC: Party post!! Please tag in and tag out, thread-hop and have fun. There will be several sub-threads -- those for the bar and the bonfire with music are run by Teja, the crafts tables and the food by Pyrrha, with the Brucolac helping with crafts. I will put up my sub-threads now, and we can start the party; Pyrrha!Loki-mun will be here from around 7 pm EST onwards and add her sub-threads. Open all weekend! Thank you, and have fun!!]]

addicted_to_the_knife

It's been a typical day for Amber--roll out of bed sometime after noon, go do some ZSN publicity event for Daddy, get a lecture from Daddy afterward, go out and find Graverobber... a little Z, a little nip, a little tuck, and voila! Brand new Amber.

Today, she'd gotten her legs lengthened: half an inch above and another half-inch below the knee. She'd wanted more, but that's all they would do, even for her. Her boots come up high enough to hide the bandages; Daddy probably won't find out about it until he gets the bill, and by then, she'll have had it done again.

All of which is to explain why, when she arrives in the bar tonight, she either doesn't notice or doesn't care that it's not her room at home. She just settles into a chair by the fire, and puts her feet up. The world can sort itself out later; she's not putting the effort in.

There is one concern, though. "Hey, where the fuck did my eunuchs go? I didn't say you could leave." Not angry, just... puzzled.

This happens.

gorgonfondness

"I didn't know you had such excellent marksmanship."

It was that simple statement of misunderstanding on Mia's part that led to her and Lohengrin finally encountering each other in more than passing. After exchanging apologies and "no need to apologize"-es, they found much to discuss. Conversation hopped from people to politics to globetrotting adventure.

By the time the pair is seated in a booth with intention to dine together, the Knight is listening in thrall as the Guildmaster tells him of the time she and her friends scaled Damon's Spire. A full lunch spread is heading their way, complete with a strawberry birthday cake for Mia.

Care to join them?

unglitched

President von Schweetz is up in the rafters of Milliways.

She's got a pocket full of jelly beans which she is occasionally chucking at people's heads, just for the heck of it.

(No, she didn't learn a damn thing from the Krampus incident, why do you ask?)

[tinytag: Almanzo Wilder]

knightoftheswan

[OOMs: In the world of the story, the Knight serves as a reluctant escort to Princess Tutu, learns some of what she's done through a talk with Prince Siegfried, and confronts Tutu about the matter.]

It was after the Knight's latest conversation with the Princess that he realized he missed commemorating the anniversaries. The first anniversaries and he skipped them completely. The weight that should have been on his heart to remind him wasn't there.

It's unthinkable.

Lohengrin stalks in and heads straight for the back door. Outside and undeterred by the cold, he sets up a target and lets arrow after arrow fly until it resembles a porcupine. Once the target can't take such punishment anymore, he sets up another and repeats the process.

He'll exhaust himself at some point. You should probably wait until then if you intend to talk to him.

knightoftheswan

The winter evening drags on slowly, the fireplace littered with perishing ash. The Knight sits in a nearby armchair yearning for daybreak or at least an end to tonight's mournful thoughts of Elsa. The book open in his lap gives no such comfort in spite of his hopes. He leans his head on the chair's wing, drowsy, almost dozing.

Tapping birds with limited vocabularies need not apply.

el_enmascarado_de_plata

Specials are not a thing done in the cantinas and clubs with which Santo is familiar, so no board goes up tonight. However, there is a large Mexican gentleman in a silver mask and white T-shirt and jeans behind the Bar, so it can probably be assumed that Happy Hour is on.

He's friendly enough, despite the mask. Do feel free to stop by.

knightoftheswan

The door opens to a man in a cloak and a mask. It's his good fortune that he ended up on this side and not outside. Anyone looking inside will see a chestnut mare that hasn't been around for nearly a year.

It has been a strange day of reunion.

He closes the door with a gentle click and finds a seat at the bar. He carefully removes his mask, still safely hidden under his hood, and orders a drink.

unglitched

"You just had to put me in a poofy pink dress, didn't you?" Vanellope sighs to no one in particular.

One candy princess inna Bar, but it's not the one you think it is.

knightoftheswan

[Not-Quite-OOM: The Wordless Conversation]

The Knight is sleeping against a tree out by the lake.

When he wakes up, he'll find he's not quite the same knight he was before his impromptu nap. His clothes are pure white and a helmet with a visor in the figure of a horse sits atop his head. There's a reason the classics are classic.

He lifts the visor, not sure if he's more curious or annoyed. In truth, part of him even likes it.

justdyedit

[OOC: Milli-timed to the day the age spell broke.]

Jess had been outside investigating the various spiders to be found (she was quite sure she came across a nice specimen of Steatoda nobilis) when the spell that had regressed everyone's age broke. Given she was wearing children's clothes when it happened, she was quite happy to have found a horse blanket to borrow so she could make her way to her new room without breaking any of the Bar's rules.

Properly dressed, and aged, she's feeling better than she expected. Parts of her psyche that have been broken for years don't feel as sharp anymore and she can almost smile at certain memories…at least what memories she can see. Which is why she is glad she never venom blasted either pony responsible for the spell and why she is now at the bar.

"Can I leave a gift? Anonymously, I mean." Pause for a napkin read. "Of course it won't cause harm. Just give Twilight and that other pony, Trixie wasn't it? Just give them some treat, like a cake or whatever is good for them. One each and put it on my tab. Don't say who is from though, just thank them or something. And don't make it weird or sappy."

"What's this?" She then asks as an invoke appears for the damage to a certain soda machine. "But I wasn't in control of my facilities!" Another napkin. "I was a kid." Another napkin. "Fine. I'll pay up. Give me a mocha and some biscotti first."

Business taken care of, she settles in with her smartphone, scrolling through some costume redesigns* she found online back home. Carol shouldn't get all the fun of a new costume after all.

[OOC: *link leads to an entry with a list of fanmade costume redesigns for Jess. All are linked cause I didn't want to tie up this with graphics or too many links.]

knightoftheswan

The Knight toiled with valiant effort but the change in season arrives before the boy who tends the sunflowers. As much as he wishes, he can't stop autumn's chill from seeping in. He's not looking forward to telling either the boy or their mutual friend of this.

The bar's sudden influx of children gives him something new to think of, however, as he slumps in his booth and lets his hands absorb the warmth of the coffee mug. It's yet another conversation he'll never have. Regardless of his own feelings on the subject, he's curious to see the situation that will not be.

Must everything be a failure?

neverbelievedintheend

There was a kaiju attack on St. Lawrence Island today. The memorial service for Gunnar and Vic Tunari is scheduled for three days from now.

Pentecost is not about to admit it in front of everyone in the Shatterdome, but he needs to punch something.

Perhaps there will be an opportunity somewhere at Milliways.

herr_bookman

[OOM: Before Autor finally ships out to Lucas' world:

"I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh, no, you knew, didn't you? Oh, it's just a harmless little bunny, isn't it?"

-Tim the Enchanter, Monty Python]

knightoftheswan

The boy who cares for the sunflowers has yet to return, leaving the Knight outside today. True to his word to Autor, Lohengrin is tending to the field, watering and feeding the things that look like sunflowers and uprooting the things that dangerously don't.

It's tiring work. Lucas has a lot of sunflowers.

With August only recently a memory, the heat of those Dog Days of summer still lingers, so feel free to give him an excuse for a break.

herr_bookman

Autor's first list was long and easily compiled; everything on it--food, chemicals, first aid kits--was easily procured and stored away. What's worrying him now is his second list. It's significantly smaller and becoming more and more uncomfortable to write:

~~Rae~~ - unstable door
~~Mia~~ - too many favors!
~~Oswin~~ - can't go outside

The boy taps his quill against his lips to figure out whom else to add--and possibly cross off--next.

[OOC: Plotlocked, apologies!]