milliways_bar | Entries tagged with moiraine

It has taken painstaking calculation -- several months or more, by the way days are counted in the bar -- to ensure that the passage of time between their worlds is reckoned in the way that they all need it to be.

Moiraine has exchanged more than one carefully coded message with Nynaeve, by now, and is certain of their alignment. Soon, very soon, it will be time to act.

Tonight, however, her errand is a much simpler one. The Aes Sedai glides into Milliways and, upon making a murmured inquiry of the bar, receives a small pack. She glances inside, and a satisfied smile curves her lips.

Moiraine collects the pack and makes her way through the room. Soon after, she is settled at a nearby table with a pot of tea.

freedom_is_grey

Amaranthine remains in chaos post-darkspawn attack, the alliance with the Architect and its people still needs to be set down in stone deep under the earth (it's safer than writing).

And the Vigil --

Well, even though the Mother has been killed, the Vigil will require more than a few repairs, and its people --

They lost so many people. Though Velanna, at least, might not be totally lost. Though the question of her return --

Anyway, it is a quiet and pensive Ysalwen that makes her way into the bar, dressed in blue-and-silver mage robes, and with her hair held back in a simple braid weighted at the end by a dull silver dragon charm. Liranan trots along next to her, letting her rest some of her weight on him.

She is that tired. But she musters up the energy to smile at the waitrat that brings her tea and bread and cheese, tucking her feet up underneath her and settling in to watch the flames.

It's soothing. And today is a day for such things, for at least the little time she can manage.

freedom_is_grey

It's not that she was surprised at the amount of paperwork and oversight running a keep -- and an Arling -- would require.

But must all of it be done at the same time?

The answer, according to Anora appears to be 'yes'.

Which is why Ysalwen is settled at a table with tomes, scrolls, and parchment all around her, head bent over the last five years' worth of winter stores for both Arl Eamon's Denerim estate, as well as the castle.

It's -- well. Once she's made it through more than one winter's worth for comparison, it should hopefully be illuminating.

In the meantime, more wine.

At least she has Liranan to keep her feet warm.

not_only_wisdom

Nynaeve glides through the front door, keeping her brow unfurrowed by dint of much effort.

Dealing with Aes Sedai never really gets less irritating. All those inscrutable expressions, it's uncanny.

And given that she cannot Heal her own headache, she makes her way to the bar for a teapot full of boiling water. And a cup.

The note she receives is unexpected, but less of a surprise, in its way, than she could have imagined so many (and so few) years ago.

She folds the note and tucks it away, picking up the teapot and carrying it, and the cup, over to a nearby booth.

Waiting won't always kill a woman.

Or so she devoutly hopes.

blue_ajah

When she arrives in Milliways this evening, the first thing the Aes Sedai does is glide across the room to the bar. She sets a folded and sealed letter on the polished wood of Bar's top, and murmurs a soft request.

( Nynaeve al'Meara ti Mandragoran Aes Sedai )

The letter vanishes, and a small tea service appears. Moiraine takes it to her preferred table and settles there.

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Everybody's going to need a witness
Everybody's going to need a little backup
In case the scene gets nasty ]

blue_ajah

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

we are what we are
get in the goddamn car

]

badinlatin

Milliways very rarely surprises Mal anymore - maybe it's something about his ma being Bartender here, or just the sheer length of time that he has been visiting the bar itself. Regardless, it is a choice for Captain Reynolds to visit the bar, rather than the other thing.

Except for today, when Mal pulls one of the curtains in Shuttle Two to the side and finds the sprawl of the main bar space instead of the floor space where he had thumped all his clothes on the floor last night.

"Huh. I get the hint."

[OOC: Open all day. I missed my captain. :)]

maxwellsdemon02

Duo comes into Milliways with a briefcase, backpack, and an over-stuffed duffel bag. He drags all of it up to the bar, shucks his long black coat, and then spots the note.

"Really?" he says. "I'm on paid leave that only just managed not to be suspension, and you're already trying to recruit me?" He reads the reply. "Well, if you say so."

He dumps his stuff behind the bar and washes his hands before chalking up a few specials.

SPECIALS
Mulled Cider
Hot Chocolate (alcoholic or non)
Pomegranate and Cranberry Punch

He doesn't notice the small letters that curl into shape under his own square handwriting:
⊕ Drinks half-off for Team Light ⊕

[OOC: This post is serving as a reunion and party post for all of those who fought against the Dark and Blodwen Rowlands way back when. Though feel free to just drop in for a drink!]

gone_byebye

The door opens on a chilly grey day in an alleyway in New York and closes behind a Ray wearing his winter dark bluegrey Ghostbusters duds. "Wow," he says, looking around the Bar. "What'd I miss?"

He doesn't stop for an answer, though. He heads for the Bar to drop off a note ("give a copy of this to anybody who asks about me, please?"), and then to the bulletin board to pin up the same thing for people who go there first.

( The note reads: )

Once the note is up he heads for the Bar, because this is going to be his last time here, and he'd like to make some use of that fact while he's saying goodbye to people.

[OOC: As I mentioned in the Back Room a few week ago, I'm retiring Ray. This is his goodbye post; it's open as long as people are finding it, basically.]

ambriel

Ambriel is sitting at the bar, apparently deeply occupied by staring at something bar provided with that cup of green tea.

Animal crackers.

They are apparently very puzzling, judging by the concentration the angel is aiming at them.

callipygos

If you've never seen a goddess cry, it looks a little like this:

A woman's shape, holding a note in one hand. Golden hair spills over one shoulder in a strategic attempt to hide her face.

(For those who know this particular goddess, that right there is your giveaway.)

She's very still. But every now and then, the attentive observer will hear a sniffe, and see her shoulders shake.

[ooc: around and emailable! hit up artistformerlyknownas at gmail dot com if you have questions, ideas, schemes dreams etc.]

blue_ajah

It is an impulse that drives her this evening; an impulse and a restlessness, the combination of which leads her to lay aside her current work and enter Milliways, instead.

Soon enough, the Aes Sedai is settled at a table with a pot of tea gently steaming near at hand, and a delicate china cup in front of her.

As she sips, she observes the bar and its patrons with definite interest.

balancingminds

Charles has a hangover after drinking snake juice, he knows he didn't get too drunk but he did press on his limits. After spending most of the day in the library and its quiet, he's come downstairs with his book, Freud's text on dreams, its a favorite reread of his.

He orders a pot of tea from Bar and finds a booth, one that's slightly out of the way. Though he is reading, there is another cup on the tea tray and a generous selection of scones as he's not hiding just resting his head.

(OOC: Charles is listening passively but less than normal as his head hurts. Please include your character's thoughts if they approach him, but if they're across the Bar, he won't be paying attention. Thank you.)

blue_ajah

Her restlessness has been growing.

("In a sense, it feels as though almost all my life ahead of this day has become uncertain."

"Moiraine, you dwell in this place... a woman out of your own world and out of your time."

"My devotion to the mysteries of this world transcends any single law enforcement agency... it's my responsibility to go where I can do some good."

"I hope you find your answers, whatever they may be.")

Moiraine has her suspicions, if at present barely more than that, as to what the source of her growing unease may be, but as yet she cannot confirm them.

(And if she is to undertake what comes after if she is correct in this, then she must, she must be absolutely certain, without doubt or question.)

Thus it happens that the Aes Sedai may be found on this particular afternoon within the walls of Milliways, a gently-steaming pot of tea near at hand, and her attention focused on studying one of the books that Tom Riddle had so graciously retrieved for her some time ago.

There are not many here these days who would recognize the Karaethon Cycle for what it is, and perhaps fewer still who might grasp the significance of her interest in it now. Still, she makes no attempt to conceal what it is that she is reading.

Unusual, that.

[ooc: open until it scrolls.]

howling_laugh

Coyote bursts into Milliways with abandon. Her dress is sparkly. There is mistletoe tucked behind one ear. She's got a glass of champagne.

BRING IT ON, HONEYBUNCH. WHO WANTS KISSES?!

[OOC: And now I am going TO BED. I love you all!]

blue_ajah

[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

A letter, as yet unsent.]

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

There are loose ends by the score
What did I come down here for? ]

creator_raven

[OOM: Sometimes, when you reach out and touch someone, you really don't have to reach very far at all. And it doesn't even require a phone!]

tibetanmethod

[ Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Locking eyes,
Holding hands,
Twin high maintenance machines. ]

blue_ajah

[OOM:

To sleep, perchance to Dream...

]

badinlatin

Mal is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar with a latte mug's worth of overly-sugared coffee. The caffeine hits him very little anymore, but the sugar may be lending itself to an amount of restless energy Mal isn't aware he's experiencing.

All of that aside? He has his calligraphy brushes out and is writing letters to his ever-increasing list of correspondences he's horrible at keeping up with.

Botherable? Sure. Just don't sneak up on him.

[ooc: I will add your pup's tag to this post if he writes a note for them and posts it in the threads. As usual, workslow, but taggable through Saturday morning.]

howling_laugh

Coyote is sitting at a table in Milliways, with a half empty beer glass sitting on the table next to her. There isn't any more condensation on it.

While she is not drinking beer, she is staring at her phone. It is black and shiny and has a touchscreen! And it is apparently fascinating.

fireinthehole

When Boyd comes in, his black eye is almost -- not entirely -- faded, but that's the only sign of the old altercation.

He picked up a stack of books at the thrift store for a quarter apiece; one of them -- a tattered paperback -- lies in front of him now. Waiting.

It'll be waiting a while. Boyd's got a glass of something brown at his table. He's staring off into space. One day it'll occur to him that he could order food. Today isn't that day.

pickledtribute

The door opens.

The man who walks through it is in no way at all sober.

At all.

As soon as the paperwork goes through, he's at the mercy of the Capitol for how he spends the rest of his time before the Games end.

So right now?

He's planning on drinking as much as physically possible.