milliways_bar | Entries tagged with peter pevensie

night-hibiscus.livejournal.com

Time passes. Conversations ebb and flow. And finally a mood comes over--not the room, but certain tables in it.

And Yuna, perhaps naturally, has been keeping an eye on each of those tables. She feels it, too, when the time has come, and she rises, her face solemn and composed, and moves towards the door to the lake, carrying her staff. She pauses in the doorway, to catch Lucy's eye, and a nod passes between them.

And then she heads down to the water, to the edge of the inlet, where salt and sweetwater meet, as the sun comes down and turns it gold.

To wait, just a little longer.

[OOC: This is the Pevensie's exit post. Well-wishers and even spectators are welcome, but please, in subthreads below the first. These can go on even after the main thread concludes--time, as ever, is a face on the water. :) Thank you.]

highking.livejournal.com

The room in the House of Arch that was his is empty now. The things in it have been returned or dispersed, with a few exceptions.

One is the bundle of books that Peter now leaves on the bar for Professor Kirke. The other is the sword on his hip.

That's staying there.

Peter takes his tea to a booth by the windows and looks out over the water.

highking.livejournal.com

Tomorrow is Sunday. Tonight is Peter's last night 'alive.'

From his windblown hair, it's pretty clear that he can now cross off One last ride on Duncan from his list of things to do. And from the cup of tea, it's clear that he is still, in fact, himself.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter is in the bar. He has a notebook, and he seems to be making a list.

I KNOW IT'S FASCINATING. But that is, in fact, how he's choosing to spend one of his last few entrance posts. Go figure.

once_a_queen

"Aimee Lucille Evans, please come to Mummy," Susan Pevensie Evans sighs, as she enters her daughter's bedroom. This was Lucy's room, and her sister's favorite colors are still in place, brightened by fresh coats of paint.

Aimee's taken to hiding when called, something the two-year-old girl thinks is a terribly funny game. It's not funny to Susan, who is seven months gone with her second child and in a tearing rush to meet her sister-in-law for tea. She glances at the small bed Clive set up especially for their little girl and rolls her eyes in exasperation. Getting down on one's hands and knees is not easy for her these days. Getting up is even harder.

She heads for the closet instead, hoping for an easy game of hide and go seek today. Pulling the door open, she calls, "Aimee Lucille, are you-"

Then she freezes, eyes wide. Inside the closet is a place she's not seen in over three years.

It's funny how quickly time can go by, especially with marriage and children and life flowing past you. It seems like it was yesterday since she last stepped foot in Milliways; it seems like a lifetime ago.

"Mummy?" Aimee is standing behind her, arms stretched up. She is staring through the closet door, and Susan sees Lucy - brave, mischievous Lucy - in her daughter's eyes. She picks her up and faces the doorway again, hesitating a moment. But the memories of those dear to her - Lucy, her brothers, Amy, her kinsmen and women, her hosts in the House of Arch - compel her to step inside, for one last visit.

In her heart of hearts, she knows this is the last visit, just as she knew through the years, when she had time to think of it, that she'd come here again one day.

Blinking away the tears, she smiles at her daughter. "Mummy has a treat for you, Aimee. I'm so glad you came out to see."

ooc: This is Susan's last post, and it might not be the best of times for her to meet new people. However, if it's something you'd really like, ping me at vivien529 and we'll work something out. ;-)

highking.livejournal.com

Peter's been feeling at loose ends lately. Faintly grumpy loose ends, at that, and that brings him back into the bar.

He's got a table, a bottle of water, and a coin that he's spinning idly. It's not anything special--it's an old British shilling, but it doesn't look old, because in some sense it isn't. London Below at work again. He found it in the sofa of a common room in the House of Arch.

Whrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr. Heads?

iustus_rex

[OOM: In the House of Arch, the gathered Narnians celebrate Christmas. Millitimed to, uh, Christmas.]

highking.livejournal.com

It wouldn't be accurate to say Peter Pevensie's been ususually absent from the bar--it's been a long time since he was around often. He's got better reasons these days, though.

He's here tonight because he... well, he felt as if he ought to be. Felt a little edgy--a little... thin.

He's still got a lot to do, though, and he's fairly absorbed in the books in the books and papers spread out his table. Right this very moment he's reworking his class schedules; he wants to work archery in here somewhere, but there's not entirely enough hours in the day.

If only people didn't have to sleep, things would be so much simpler.

highking.livejournal.com

Sometimes when a paid account runs out, a mun has to get creative.

Thus, Peter is sitting at the bar, dressed as the back-end of a pantomime horse. He's taking it with remarkable grace.

"Never apologized to you, did I, then?" he tells the Bar wryly.

Which does not get him out of his costume, but does get him a cup of tea.

called_lioness

[OOMS DELUXE:

Friday night, Lilly Kane takes Narnians and others to Vegas for the bachelor and bachelorette parties.

The girls enjoy their time at the spa--and the strip club, though "enjoy" also means "are shocked by"--while the boys are...mostly just horrified.

Drinking occurs all around.

But it's not really enough for Lucy and Caspian to deal with being handcuffed and forced to deal with a sex shop by one Lilly Kane. (This thread rated R for Really They Did That In The Dressing Room?)

And in the end, they all meet up, for great flirting (between people you might not expect) and heading home.

Saturday, Caspian and Lucy get ready and are nervous. It's very cute, for both of them.

And then Saturday night...

Well.

God's in His Heaven and you're at my side, and now all is right with the world.

Many threads still ongoing.]

highking.livejournal.com

[OOMs: First, Peter and Lucy have a...something. Millitimed to a week ago.

Then, tonight, Peter speaks with someone else.]

the_seafarer

As anticipated, it has been a long few days.

Tequila had been found and brought back by Ennis early on the morning after the quake, and thankfully (and Caspian still breathes a sigh of relief for this) some determined efforts had regained Rofal and Cluaran, while Pistolet had trotted in by himself later on in the day, hungry and mildly annoyed that there was a distinct lack of oats out in the Milliways forest. Caspian himself had caught a glimpse of Liaffen, but the stallion had shied away before he could be caught--yet that one sight was enough to lay to rest some worries.

Still, there is more work yet to do, and he has been hard at it for the past two days, repairing splintered doors and troughs and trying to make sure the horses--when they are found or return--have a place to return to and food to eat.

Which is likely why he can be found this evening in Kiseki's stall, weary but determined, trying his hand at repairing a doorlatch. Not terribly delicate work, but mind-numbing.

With the stables, under his care, in the shape they are currently in, however--

Well. A few minutes where he does not have to think are very likely welcome.

[OOC: Okay! If your character wants to come talk to Caspian about helping out, now is a good time. He's tired and so am I, but we'll both be around for threads.]

highking.livejournal.com

Peter Pevensie enters the bar from the House of Arch, through the magical portrait on the wall. He gets dinner from the bar--a lamb chop and green beans--and sits down with it by one of the windows looking outside. It's really very fine out there, he thinks; maybe he'll take a walk or a ride after he eats.

[Please read.]

highking.livejournal.com

Peter's not been here in a while.

He's been spending a lot of time in the House of Arch with his family and Caspian, but tonight he was feeling restless, and so here he is, in a booth, with dinner and a pint of dwarven beer.

called_lioness

And when Lucy stands and walks away, it's to go to the Bar and write out several notes.

( For Susan Pevensie, Caspian, Peter Pevensie, Mr. Tumnus, Jill Pole, Rilian, and Eustace Scrubb )

( For Edmund Pevensie )

( For Alanna )

Finishing the last note, she asks Bar, "Would you please deliver these as quickly as possible?"

They disappear, and Lucy realizes her hands are shaking, watching flakes of burned skin fall off them, and trying not to think of whose skin it is.

She's certain she'll be scrubbing them for a long time.

the_seafarer

Caspian's getting near the end of Richard II, and the look of bemusement on his face has only been getting steadily more bemused, and every now and again he laughs, a bit, and takes a sip of tea.

Apparently English royalty amuses him.

sai_delgado

Curled up in the corner of the couch by the fireplace, there is a young woman in possession of hot chocolate. It's currently sitting on the low table nearby, as she's shaping and sewing a hat.

Susan's determined to finish everything she'd promised to do before-- well, before she's not able to. As she works, she keeps one eye on the room, watching for someone.

She's very carefully not looking at the front door.

kitchen_maid

Amy comes downstairs, humming a little, and stops short when her clothes are suddenly not her clothes. She's even more confused when a glance at Simon Perryvall reveals that he is now wearing a waistcoat and glasses, and carrying a pocket watch.

At least the apple is still in her apron pocket. Even if the apron pocket it on a totally different apron.

Someone come explain things the girl, please. Halloween is not big in Phantasmorania. And Alice in Wonderland is just a few years after her time.

highking.livejournal.com

Peter! Actually looking vaguely cheerful!

It's amazing, is what it is.

kitchen_maid

Amy has a cup of tea, and is sitting at a table. She has a book, but she's mostly watching people go by. It's been an odd week and half, really.

[ooc: Locked to Peter, for to resolve things. ETA: And Caspian, for the picking up of pieces. Thanks.]

honest-johns.livejournal.com

Alain has settled into an armchair by the fire, with coffee and cigarettes.

the_seafarer

Caspian, when he comes into the bar proper, looks different.

Refreshed, somehow. Brighter.

He looks about the room for a moment, and, apparently not finding who or what he is looking for, makes for the bar to order some tea.

highking.livejournal.com

It's a Peter!

He seems to be in a good mood.

Hurrah for good moods!

iustus_rex

Edmund comes over to the bar, from talking to Angelo, and leaves two notes with her, along with his sketchbook. He'll pick it up later.

( Note to Bernard )

( Note to Peter, Lucy, Susan, Adam, Raven, and Arithon )

kitchen_maid

The Ordinary Princess is back, curled up in the armchair again. She has the sort of red eyes you only get from a couple of hours of crying, and still seems a little sniffly.

Also, there's an absolutely overpowering smell of lemons.

[ooc: Mun ~~back at 10pm Eastern -- House is on!~~ is back]