milliways_bar | Entries tagged with millie

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Snow stands by the door, looking around Milliways. It's been a long two years; she's been through a lot.

Looking over to where Bigby, Wade and Millie have assembled at the door with their luggage, she beams. She's gained a lot, too. Even with everything she's been through, it's all been worth it.

They open the door and look out on the familiar stretch of greenery that they've visited a few times before. Pausing in the doorway a moment, they just enjoy the fresh air before they finally step through. Snow ruffles Millie's fur and gives Wade a nudge to let him know it's okay to fly around as high as he wishes. Bigby's arm is warm around her waist as they pick up their bags and step through to their own stretch of paradise.

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Snow, Millie and Wade are in their old booth, bags by the table. They'll be leaving on vacation later tonight, once Bigby joins them. For now, they're having a last snack before heading out. Millie looks a bit sluggish, but cheerful, and Wade is bouncing in anticipation. Fried paradoxes and chocolate milkshakes are the chosen indulgence tonight, and friends are welcome.

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It's been nearly two years since Snow first entered Milliways. Since then, her children have been born, she's gotten married, and she's made more friends than she had in the previous two centuries. In their wing in the House of Arch, she's felt more of a sense of 'home' than she has since she was about eight.

She's also faced danger and betrayal, seen friends go through unspeakable trauma, and felt helpless in the face of some of the nastier elements in the bar.

It's a balance, in its way.

But even with balance, a vacation is called for every now and then, and night after tomorrow they'll head out for some R&R. Hunting for Bigby and Millie, open skies for Wade to fly in, and a general lack of things that need to be done to allow Snow to kick back, relax, and fully unwind.

Tonight, for a special treat, she's brought Millie and Wade to the bar. They're contentedly seated in their old booth, sharing a large tray of fried paradoxes and a chocolate milkshake each(Wade, of course, having been provided with the air-based equivalent of both).

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.

not_that_spike

Spike's definitely out of his comfort zone: gun under virtual lock and key (which means no clip loaded), lighter tucked away safely, and... he has no fucking idea what to expect.

No one's ever asked him for this kind of favor before, and it makes him nervous as hell. He's no good at it and he knows it, but he owes it to her to try. He sits at his usual table, glass of iced coffee already halfway drained. He hopes he doesn't need anything else.

At least he might learn a thing or two.

Or not.

He'll see how it goes. And remember never to make offhand comments again, because sometimes people take them seriously.

talented-biter.livejournal.com

One Beaver Baby.

One Doll.

One Table Fort that is HERS and you should NOT COME IN because she doesn't go into YOUR forts or take YOUR parents away or burn YOUR house up with a fire, so you should not go in HER Table Fort, no.

Sunny is sitting with Jemma inna corner of her Table Fort.

She is Not Happy. And has bitten through two teething rings.

Not.

Happy.

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*Out by the lake, things have been carefully prepared. There's a beautiful spot, right at the edge of the forest, where the sun's rays passing through the trees leave a breathtaking effect. The ground is fairly level here, and there's a few scattered flowers growing naturally. Chairs have been set up for everyone in neat rows, and a hardwood dance floor has been created off to the side. A wedding arch and a simple runner form the aisle for the procession. A gentle breeze is enough to keep formal wear from becoming excessively warm. All are welcome, but disrupt things at their own risk*

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*It's eleven o'clock on Saturday morning, thanks to Millitime, and the stage is set for Ingress's birthday out by the lake. The House of Arch family has gathered around a perfect picnic spot under a tree. Right beside them is a playground Tom has conjured just for the occaision. There is a swingset, a slide, a merry go round, and a sandbox charmed with sand that's perfect for building.

Ingress is wearing a gown fit for a princess. It has been charmed against stains and ripping just for this special day. She is also wearing a blinking button which reads "I am 6!" She is very, very, very excited.

Tom, Door, Gavroche, and Megwyn are putting finishing decorating touches on the picnic tables set up with a gigantic cake, gallons of ice cream from Florean Fontescue's ice cream parlor, and punch. There is also a table with baskets of wizarding crackers. These are gifts for the guests - once the crackers are popped, the recipient will get a hat of some kind (maybe there will be a plethora of pirate hats!) and a wizarding toy or game like chess or gobstones. Or whatever else you'd like - the guest gets to decide!

There are several chairs under the tree as well, providing a good view of the playground.

Come, birthday with them!*

OOC: Summary forthcoming. However, very important (and menacing) Barty and Tom thread within.

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*Snow, Bigby, Millie and Wade enter the bar. They grab dinner from Bar and head for the usual booth*

big-b-wolf.livejournal.com

*Snow and Bigby enter the bar from the House of Arch, along with their children. They settle down into the usual booth.*

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*Snow enters the bar with the twins and retrieves their dinner from Bar. Realizing Bigby's busy, she simply gives him a warm smile before heading for the usual booth*

Current Mood: content

gone_byebye

Ray heads into the main room of Milliways and, despite it being morning, heads straight to the Bar. Dropping his bank card on it he says, "Uh, I don't know if you take this kind of request, but the notebooks- while they're really nice- are getting a little cumbersome. Any chance you could give me something a little more efficient at storing information? Preferably something I actually know how to use?

There's a moment's bit of nothing very much, and then a decent PDA with a keyboard attachment appears next to the card.

"And breakfast?"

Big bowl of Coco Puffs and glass of orange juice.

"Thank you, Bar. I appreciate it."

Time to go sit down at a table and transcribe. And eat cereal before it gets soggy.

the-woodpecker.livejournal.com

*Bernard and Tonks stroll out of the Staff Quarters, his arm around her shoulders. The pause at the Bar, picking up a shot glass, Sauza Gold, and a pint of Strongbow, and proceed to their usual table.*

Current Mood: good

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*Snow, Millie and Wade enter from the back door, Millie shaking a bit of snow off her fur before entering. Snow retrieves a mug of hot chocolate from Bar before taking them to the usual booth, waiting for Bigby*

Current Mood: cold

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*Snow and the twins emerge from the back door, bundled up against the cold and shaking off a bit of snow. The twins run into the bar exhuberantly. Snow smiles at them, then retrieves a mug of hot chocolate from Bar before heading to her usual booth, keeping an eye on them*