milliways_bar | Entries tagged with orion black

Scorpius is glad for the interlude he shared with Albus a couple of weeks ago because there's been nothing but work since.

A lot of work.

It seems the professors had thought their seventh year students comfortably resettled into Hogwarts life and preparations for NEWTs could truly commence.

(Mind the work has kept students from gossiping too much and the boys have been able to stop what worrying they'd been doing, but awful can not begin to describe how bad it's been otherwise.)

Maybe there are some students who live for such times, but Scorpius is certainly not one of them. He's had enough.

And having had enough means seeking out Milliways.

It takes a few wrong turns into empty, unused broom closets - the usual door having not worked - but Scorpius eventually finds his way.

He stumbles in, looking every bit the strung-out, sleep-deprived student that he is.

An ecstatic "Hah!" escapes him before he's throwing himself on one of the couches and hugging a cushion.

thequietblack

Orion has been around, even though people haven't really seen him. He's been enjoying his time away from everything, catching up on potions, on voraciously reading everything that this new library has to offer.

However, when he comes downstairs this evening, something feels wrong. In the mirror over the bar, he stares at his reflection. A beard, shaggy hair, odd tattoos and... what by Merlin's balls?

"Can someone kindly explain to me why I am wearing an Azkaban uniform?" Can someone please explain to the poor man?

thequietblack

Orion comes downstairs, and before he could even order anything, a note appears on the bar.
Get behind the bar. You need to make a few more friends.

"I certainly don't need the money, bar." Another note: Donate it, if you want.

"Alright, then."

A book of cocktails appears in front of him, and five minutes later, he is writing on the chalkboard in a quite fancy hand:

House of Black Happy Hour. All proceeds go to those who cannot pay tabs. The following drinks are half-off, as well as any brew from London:

London Town
Black Magic
Love Potion
Simple Charm
Magic Star
Black Bitch

As he is finishing, Regulus walks over. "Can't say I expected to see you there, Father."

Orion grins. "Well, I would like to speak to a few more people. Come join me. There's this handy book, and it seems no harder than Potions."

Regulus nods and joins his father behind the bar.

[ooc: Two muns for the price of one! Tag one, tag both, tag hop! Happy hour is open for business, House of Black style!]

thequietblack

Orion comes downstairs from his room wearing, for the first time since he got here, a robe. He's had a lot to think about since his conversation with Miss Evans last night.

When he sits down at the bar, a shot of... something appears in front of him. "Well, I did need a drink, but I did not order..."

A note appears. Compliments of Lilly Kane

"Well, I shall have to thank her when I meet her." He takes a sip and makes a face. "Ugh. No offence to Miss Kane, but I do not think I like this. Could I have a firewhiskey instead?" He downs the shot, but takes his whiskey to a chair by the fireplace.

Definitely botherable.

lilium_evansiae

Lily is not nervous.

The fact that she's absently tapping her fingers against the table in front of her is indicative of nothing other than ... um ... finger-tapping.

She's certainly not worried.

Nor is she unnecessarily fretting.

And is definitely not needlessly reviewing her Potions book in an effort to distract herself from the interview she has in the morning.

She's just making sure she's properly prepared.

Responsibly.

But she's not nervous.

Not at all.

thequietblack

Orion has been in the bar for quite a while now, getting used to both the culture and, more interesting to him, the dress code.

Unlike his usual robes, he is currently wearing a rather natty suit with a contrasting vest. It doesn't exactly go together, but it looks damn good on him.

Head of the House of Black in the bar, relaxing with a beer. Feel free to come talk to him.

claudiometer

When Claudia comes in, she does her usual check to make sure the door's still working as it should, then... leans against the wall for minute or so. It's been an extremely full few days, between Pete thinking he's in a good job for ignoring Do Not Touch signs in a museum and that visit from one of Mrs. F's bosses (not that she'll be mentioning that new-to-her link in the chain of command).
And that little chestnut of a document he brought with him, but she's mostly squared herself with that.
She approaches the Bar, but before she gets a chance to order anything, she's presented with a napkin. "Well, all right. Might help take my mind off things."

Specials:

half off anything I don't have to mix
try Heisenberg's Uncertain Drink and it's free
(tender not liable for runaway glasses)

Happy hour's on, folks.

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOM: The funny thing about what goes around is that, eventually, it comes around.

(Millitimed to ... back when the moon was waxing.)

As Oberon might say: "Karma's a bitch."

As Puck might conceivably reply: "So's YOUR MOM."

But in actual fact, the reality is closer to: Puck and Oberon meet by moonlight. To Puck's surprise, Oberon seems to know more about a certain deal with the Devil than anyone else.

No flying kittens were harmed in the making of this OOM.]

highkingoberon

[OOM: Spring has come to the woods. Oats is less than pleased about the entire situation.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

[OOC: Puck goes to check on his gift to Oberon. The following ensues:

PUCK: Why can't we just get along, man?
OBERON: GEE. LET ME COUNT THE WAYS.

Featuring flying kittens and the Urge for Herbal.]

highkingoberon

It's been some time. But the evening is mild, despite the snow lingering on the ground.

So the former king of faerie emerges from the deep woods. Dressed in rough leather, with one missing hand, he looks more like a woodsman than one of the fey folk.

Some amount of his power has returned to him in the aftermath of his defeat. But he has been most cautious in using it.

Glancing cautiously at the lights of Milliways, Oberon roams the lake's edge.

[OOC: Not plot locked, but please message the player at Hemogoblin1984 before tagging in.]

highkingoberon

[Pre-Milliways- Oberon and Puck were not always enemies...]

highkingoberon

[OOM: Oberon goes on a kidnapping spree. First is Havelock Vetinari, followed by Duo Maxwell.

Both milltimed to last night, immediately before this.]

highkingoberon

[OOM: Midnight in the woods.]

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is leaning against a tree by the lake, looking rather deliberately casual. He casts a stone into the water and watches the ripples spread. It's hard to see the stars tonight-- an omen, maybe. Maybe not.

creator_raven

[OOM: Raven provokes Oberon into a fight.]

The back door flies open, and a tiny flaming raven shape enters, switching quickly to man-form as he hits the floor.

He is burning with black flames, and there are huge fissures in his skin. He is laughing, and there is not much of sane in it.

puckishly.livejournal.com

Puck is outside, floating above the lake and gazing up at the stars. It's a clear night, and the constellations are reflected perfectly on the water. It is all, without a doubt, very beautiful.

But very cold.

[OOC: Mainly for Oberon. You are more than welcome to tag, but your thread may be slowtimed.]

jack_inthegreen

The man in green sits at a table and draws, humming absently.

You wouldn't think such a thing were possible, but he looks even more pleased with life than usual.

[Summary: Jack meets Tom Riddle and learns there are green places in London Below. Jack and Oberon communicate long-distance.]

The Bar at the End of the Universe

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