milliways_bar | Entries tagged with roger ratcliff

Katherine is sitting at the bar tonight, a white cotton dress on, blonde curls pinned up loosely off her neck.

She's smiling to herself as she scribbles at some papers in front of her. She's more than likely grading homework, so it's a safe bet the smile is there for some other reason.

There's an iced tea with a lime green straw, sitting next to the papers.

Delightedly botherable.

[tiny!tag: Miss Katherine Barlow, the Russian Astronaut]

Current Mood: cheerful

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke is in the bar.

Luke is in the bar with a notebook.

A notebook in which there is writings on the subject of temperature and social standing ('cool' vs. 'uncool'), unacceptable variations on this subject ('icy' is not a compliment), and a strange view that appears to be incompatable ('hot' considered attractive).

Feel free to bother him before his brain overheats from the strain of slang.

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Those who already know Roger may not recognize the figure walking in right now.

For one, he's not accompanied by Pongo.

In addition, he in no way looks happy.

A newspaper is clutched in his hands, and he winds his way to the piano, dark circles under his eyes, features drawn and worry all over his face. He stumbles as he reaches the bench, but pulls it out anyhow. Sitting down, he lifts the cover on the keys, and then places his hands just above the ivories.

(His fingers are shaking.)

The tune isn't anything like the usual sweet jazz melodies that he plays. It's a jazz tune, yes, but it's incredibly melancholy.

The newspaper that he was holding is now on top of the piano:

( The headline: )

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

[ oom; Cruella arrives, and so do the puppies. ]

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

That man?

Sitting at the piano?

Playing a light, jazzy tune?

Doesn't look like he could be any happier. The same goes for the dog by his feet.

If you're watching his hands closely, you may spy a gold band on the fourth finger of his right hand.

[ ooc; Yeah, I've been neglecting this pup. I'm going to be a little laggy, but I will be tagging back. ]

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Roger's down in the Bar, writing notes. He's not staying long before going back up.

( To: Everyone to whom Roger's promised to give lessons )

haven-in-books.livejournal.com

Witch inna bar.
She's not so much busy with anything magical just now, though she will be later.

She's putting up a notice on the bulletin board, before she goes to have dinner.

The note reads,
Bound patron would like to find someone(s) to teach her the basics of two or three subjects: piano playing, Earth (late twentieth to twenty-first century, please) first aid, and the Spanish language, spoken and written. Please leave notes with bar for R. Weasley. --thanks!

his-sarah-jane.livejournal.com

A year ago, bar time, there was the promise of more pleasant conversations in the future. Today, Sarah Jane can't imagine time being any more pleasant than her past week. Although she had been stuck in a hospital room, although her belly hurt horribly whenever the pain medication wore off, and although she couldn't see her husband and her daughter as often as she'd like, the past week had been wonderful.

Every day after work, James had stopped by to spend time with her and Valerie. Each time, he had brought small gifts with him, including a teddy bear with large blue eyes that has since become inseparable from their daughter. It had been a good week, with bonding and re-acquaintance and relaxation. Everything only became better two days earlier when James arrived, not for a visit, but to take Sarah and Valerie home.

And so starts the Bond family's life together.

But first: a trip to Milliways for the newest Bond.

[ooc: likelihood of mun dropping dead in the next hour and a half due to lack of sleep. but slowtime (and tags through out the week) are welcomed!]

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

The Bar is up by two intensely happy patrons: Roger and Pongo.

It's been a few weeks for them, but just a few days in Bar.

Anyone even remotely close to them will be able to feel the lovestruck vibes, and it sort of helps that Roger is singing a love song in an awfully dream-like state, and neither are walking in straight lines at all. They move with the sort of floaty grace that comes with cartoon characters being in love.

Both are also completely, soaking wet, and, in Roger's case, quite disheveled.

Neither even seem to notice that they're no longer in London, and neither particularly cares.

They really want to gush. Bother them, please.

[ ooc; My power cable's 'sploded. Be back tomorrow, hopefully! Tags open for as long as need be, because these pups really need some squee time. ]

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

[ oom; Love in London! ]

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Anyone watching the door will note a tall, lanky figure, and a spotted dog. The former has on a jacket and a hat, pipe clamped between his lips, a red leash, held in his left hand, attached to the dog. From the messenger bag slung over his shoulder, he draws a pad of stationery and a pen.

In neat, cursive script:

( To everyone who's talked to Roger or Pongo: )

And, more personalized notes:

( Sarah Jane )

( Lissar )

( Momiji )

( Miniver )

( Nancy )

( Sallie )

( Puss in Boots )

( Luke )

( John )

( Maria )

And then, surveying the bar, the man, hand on the doorknob, takes off his hat, holds it to his chest, and bows. Opening the door, both the man and his dog step through, the rainy streets of London visible on the other side.

With a click, both are gone.

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Roger's stretched out on the couch, Pongo lying right beside him on the floor.

Pongo's chewing on a large rawhide bone, and Roger's leafing through a few scores, including a book of jazz standards, a pencil tucked behind his ear.

Both parties are eminently botherable.

[ ooc; Mun status: Gone to bed! ]

candied-rabbit.livejournal.com

When Momiji comes in, today, he's finally wearing clothes different from those that he's been in, for the past few days - new year's festivities are drawing to a close, and he's gone back to the Sohma estate. Of course, he's also mildly grounded for skipping said festivities, but it's hard to keep him in his room, when he can just wander into the Bar.

Hence, there's a botherable bunny, sitting at a booth near the back, chin resting on his violin. He's playing something light and slow, zoning out, for the moment, all of his surroundings. One has to keep in practice, after all.

cheevy.livejournal.com

Gifts left with Bar for Harding, Darren Nichols, Draco and Mia, Ginny Weasley, Guppy, Jack Frost, Moon, Robbie Ross, Roger Ratcliffe, Sam Linnfer, Ravin, Tom Riddle (& family), Will Scarlett, and YT. Others will be (or have been) delivered in person.

...pretend this happened on Christmas proper. >.>

iamhismummy.livejournal.com

[OOM: She only wanted to get them something special]

The door opens, and Nancy stumbles through blindly.

It's barely closed behind her when she trips over a chair leg and slides to the ground, sobbing her heart out. Her still-nameless puppy trots after her worriedly and curls up in her lap as soon as she's close enough to the floor.

realmrsreynolds

The show's about to start, and Sallie's dressed up for the occasion, waiting for the players to approach and sit in the front row.

The decorations turned out well -- Christmas lights lining the rows of chairs, a candelabra on the piano and music stands holding corrected programs for anyone to grab if they so desired.

Having borrowed the microphone to the PA system, Sallie clears her throat and speaks.

"Hello everyone! The recital will be starting in five minutes, so please, make yourselves comfortable and enjoy the show."

[OOC: Players, please tag directly under the post. Audience? Tag your reactions under the player's individual tags.]

realmrsreynolds

Tom and Sallie had spoken about what decorations should be added to the cleared area around the piano to emphasize it on their nonexistant stage.

There's nothing (literally) magical going on at the moment -- last year there were fairy-lights and floating things dancing around the player at their seat -- but Sallie's sure he'll think of something gorgeous.

For now, however, Sallie is moving chairs and organizing the copies of the sheet music she has collected for each performer. (She never thought to ask if they would have their pieces memorized - Sallie doesn't normally deal with people who are up to that level).

As an added touch, the old woman decides to go to the bar and pick up a couple more copies of the program ---

And she immediately turns beet red, crossing out 'Goodwin' and writing 'Gershwin' alongside it.

"...I can't believe I did that," Sallie facepalms.

[ooc: disappearing in 2 hours to drive home. Tag to help set up, tag for anything, threadhop if you'd want! Recital post going up early evening EST.]

cheevy.livejournal.com

[OOM: The LA clan gets a new member. Millitimed to yesterday, or something, doodily... whatever. :3]

This evening, a certain hippie poet slips into the bar with something unexpected in his arms.

It's small, fuzzy, wiggly, and wearing a pink ribbon around its.... her neck.

Yes, Miniver Cheevy, former dog-phobic, has a puppy.

Come say hi!

roger-ratcliff.livejournal.com

Roger's at the piano, yet again, Pongo lying by the back of the bench.

He's working on preparing Rhapsody in Blue for the recital, and this is evident, as he's stopping every now and then to scribble something in the score before resuming playing, as well as occasionally backtracking.

Quite botherable.

[ ooc; Annnnd I'm off. Thank you for tagging - slowtimes please. ]

lissla-lissar.livejournal.com

Lissar has her dogs back. Obviously the way to celebrate this is to take them on an all-inclusive run over as much of the outdoors as they can reasonably be expected to cover, then play catch in the snow. It's cold, yes, but her dogs are back and she is back.

Afterward they will curl up by the fire to get warm again.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

So.

You have two Caucasian Ovcharkas that aren't quite a year old yet. You have two Sarplaninacs coming up towards six months or so- it's hard tos ay, you'd have to check their papers. You have the other household dogs, in varying sizes, ages, and levels of socialization. And you have seven fleethounds who've recently moved in with you while their human was away.

Even though you are a werewolf, this is an awful lot of dogs in one house. This is why the fleethounds, at least, are here- and the werewolf with them. If Lissar is here, Wells is about ready to give 'em back, and if not at least he's sparing the house inter-pack conflicts.

girlcalldchuck.livejournal.com

[oom: pre-milliways]

When the door opens again this evening, a pretty young woman in a floral-patterned dress enters the bar. She takes a curious step forward, glances from left to right; up and down, then takes another step back towards the door to inspect the door-frame. See, the thing is, when she opened her front door in the first place, she expected to see the front lawn - green and grassy, with the big iron gate by the road - and she was used to that; after all, she used to sell honey for the homeless right in front of the house.

But this? ...well, it is not exactly what she thought she'd find.

"Oh!" she exclaims to no one in particular, her eyes alight. Clearly the prospect of finding herself in some unknown location does not bother her as much. "How neat."

The door closes shut with a quiet click and 28 year old Charlotte Charles, otherwise known as 'Chuck', turns back to face the bar.

[tinytag: Chuck Charles]

realmrsreynolds

Piano Recital Information Here!

An appropriate sign next to an appropriate piano, alongside a very appropriately chipper old lady with sheet music. Come chat.

[ooc: This post will remain open for several days: If you have any intention of having your character play in the recital, tag this thread.]

born-running.livejournal.com

Luke, in his general exploration of Milliways, happened to wander outside and discover it's snowing. There's a thick layer on the ground already and more on its way down. His coat isn't exactly suited for this type of weather, but he doesn't go back inside because it's snow and it's brilliant and he's never seen snow before.

{Right, then, you lot. One post for snowball fighting, as promised. Build forts, gain allies, launch sneak attacks, hop threads, have fun, and may God have mercy on my inbox.

EDIT: Mun is sick and off for tea and sleep. Will tag tags tomorrow if wanted, carry on with the mad fun! :D (Any threads with Luke in just progress as if he's there.)}

madolyn-madden.livejournal.com

Some evenings, there's really nothing better to do than just stretch out on the couch with a book, your music player, and a pillow or two.

Which is exactly what Madolyn has elected to do. Except, she's also got a quilt of sorts, which she has hidden most of herself under. Her headphones are clamped on her ears, and she's just barely humming under her breath.

The book in question is one that Lady Bar has provided for her - Indivisible By Four.

The only thing that'd make this better would be company.

[ ooc; Sleeptime and slowtimes, please? ]