milliways_bar | Entries tagged with roger of conte

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger's... here. His nails have a grey tint, as if the blood under them's changed color. He wears a pair of incongruous sunglasses at first, but slips them off. His lips are pale, but his eyes blaze out-- synesthetically speaking, they blare like trumpets into the bar. Roger doesn't speak synesthetically. He sits down. Grins at his surroundings.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

It's Roger! He has a Strauss concerto playing behind his eyeballs. Hi, Roger.

Current Mood: exanimate

the_lioness

Alanna has a song stuck in her head.

She has no idea where she heard it or why it is there, or even what the lyrics are, but the tune is catchy. Managing not to mangle it completely, she hums to herself as she flops into an armchair by the fire, pulling her feet up and propping a book open on her knees. The book looks almost ancient, the edges of each page crumbling a bit.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger's in the bar, looking a little more rested.

Say hi to Roger, hmm?

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Roger and Thom, uh, talk. Or "talk." Nothing is really explicit. Millitimed to before Thom went to Alex.]

duke-roger.livejournal.com

*Roger gets himself a nice seat at the bar with a nice plate of sliced beef in front of him. He's dressed in ~~sex~~ black.*

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Roger and Thom.]

the_lioness

[OOM: In which the proverbial you-know-what hits the fan. Having had enough of nightmares and waiting around, Alanna ill-advisedly takes matters into her own hands, confronts Roger and gets far more than she bargained for. Pups in question used with mun permission.]

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger saunters into the bar. He is wearing a black shirt and his cufflinks are garnets and his smile is bright and his hair is slick and his eyes are shining.

Current Mood: cheerful

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger strolls into the bar, in a loose-fitting nondescript grey tunic and tight black pants. He looks smooth and comfortable, and his hair is down in locks framing his face. A smile plays around his lips, loose as shirt fabric. He sits at the bar.

Current Mood: complacent

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger walks into the bar, twirling a long-stemmed iron flower between his index finger and thumb. He is humming, offhandedly.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Strauss

the_lioness

*An odd smile on her face, Alanna exits the staff quarters and takes a seat at the bar. She quickly procures a glass of wine and turns to watch the crowd.*

duke-roger.livejournal.com

*There is a soft pop and Roger is in the bar.*

eldorne-girl.livejournal.com

[ooc: Pre-Milliways Post]

[Delia comes down the stairs, humming softly and a thick book in her hand. She had finished Anna Karenina a little while ago, but was re-reading it.]

[looking around, she walks over to the fireplace and claims an armchair.]

princejonathan.livejournal.com

*Jonathan stands in front of a small, inconspicous door in the cellar of the Dancing Dove. He stares at it, not quite believing that this will work, but trusting Alanna enough to at least try.*

She better not be making this up.

*Sapphire blue light shimmers around him as he closes his eyes, concentrating on the image Alanna had given him. He grabs the door handle, pushes it open and steps through . . .

And opens his eyes to see a bar completely different from the one he left. He looks around, eyes widening as he takes in the various people, a grin slowly forming on his face. A glimpse of red hair catches the corner of his eye, and he turns to see Alanna standing not far away. He remains in place, not sure of what to do next.*

Current Mood: nervous

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger strolls in.

Does there need to be any further description?

No, I think not.

Current Mood: handsome

theprettiestone.livejournal.com

Enter one Sir Alex of Tirragen. He spots someone and might just go the slightest bit pale, if you were watching closely.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger seems, of all things, slightly pensive and subdued. He enters the bar, his hair slightly rumpled, and an introspective expression on his face. He walks to the bar.

"A strongly alcoholic drink, dear bar," he says, stroking its wooden flank.

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger walks in, lightly, on the balls of his toes, in a manner reminiscent (not that he knows this) of Gene Kelly before he breaks to a tap routine; he is humming lightly, under his breath, and looks absolutely content with the world. Whether this is true or not, only he knows.

giftedthom.livejournal.com

*Thom is sitting at a table and holding a piece of paper in a manner that is very carefully designed to look careless.

Despite the letter's instructions, he is scowling.*

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger has, somehow, heard a waltz, and is humming Strauss; his voice is sufficiently melodic that the violin and bass parts can almost be imagined. He has a slight, tilted smile on his lips, and is wearing a rather tight black shirt and grey pants.

Current Mood: calm
Current Music: Johann Strauss-- Roses From The North

duke-roger.livejournal.com

Roger walks in, on the balls of his toes, whistling a tune that sounds like a cross between a gavotte and a funeral dirge. He smiles cheerily at everyone he encounters, and spots Alanna and Thom talking at the bar. His grin widens a little bit; he takes a twirling step, and, his whistle changing to a hum, gravitates directly into their line of sight.

Current Mood: chipper

the_lioness

*Alanna sits quietly in a corner, her back to the wall. A half-empty bottle of wine is on the table beside her. She has been here for several hours, watching customers come and go, thinking about Thom's odd behavior the other night. His blatant disregard had both wounded and infuriated her.

Leisurely swirling the wine in her glass, she bites her lower lip and scans the crowd. For just a moment, she thinks she sees Thom out of the corner of her eye and inhales sharply. She sets her glass down, narrowly avoiding the edge of the table. A large drop of red wine splashes onto the table top beside her hand, and her nails dig into the wood. Swinging her head around, she quickly realizes her mistake and offers a curious customer nearby a thin smile. Returning her gaze to the increasingly crowded bar, she lets one finger slowly rub the spilled wine into the table, staining the wood a muddy blood color.*

toddbaby.livejournal.com

Todd comes in from upstairs. He looks, well, fresh. He always looks fresh. But this time, he looks really fresh. Almost airy, like he's been singing in some alpine meadow somewhere. Twirling around. The hills are alive. Y'know.

He is without accoutrements - simply his wonderful self - as he wanders, whistling, dreamy, over to the bar.

Current Mood: refreshed

duke-roger.livejournal.com

*Roger enters the bar, looking as cool and composed as he always does. He is neatly dressed and smells of oranges, a wide grin on his face. He goes to sit at one of the tables, humming.*