milliways_bar | Entries tagged with ruin

The engineers have started construction on the first prototype. It's not anywhere close to ready--more like the outline of an aircraft than anything else--but it's exciting all the same. She spent most of the day nosing around the manufacturing hanger until they shooed her out from underfoot. (Not that anyone really shoos a Spartan, but Natalie took the hint well enough.)

When the bar showed up in her bunk again, she took the opportunity to grab some dinner. At present, she's trying to sketch the design for the Sabre from memory.

Mary Anne has a nice house and in it is a nice kitchen. She doesn't make use of it very often, but she figured Thanksgiving was a nice time to change that.

She has tried to make her mother's stuffing three times today, with increasingly disastrous results. At least the pie turned out alright. She has a seat at a table and a glass of tequila to soothe her wounded ego.

Thanks to a combination of millitime and Coyote's fantastic stash, Artemis is sprawled in one of the booths with a platter of sweet potato biscuits. She takes her time buttering one, humming to herself.

[tiny tag: Noble Six

sunbaked_baker

There are familiar smells coming from the kitchen, this evening.

Rae had spent almost the entire day outside, lying in the sun. Doing nothing but concentrating on soaking in as much light as possible, the sunlight whose warm almost-palpable weight on her shoulders and arms, the back of her neck, the back of her legs, was like the presence of a friend.

She knew she couldn't stay in the bar long. Mustn't stay long, for the longer she stayed, the harder it was for her to finally leave. So she was baking. There were too many people she wished to see once more before she left - gift baskets of their favorites of Sunshine's baking would have to serve as a goodbye.

On the table in the middle of the kitchen she's using is a crowd of half-finished gift baskets lined with sunflower-dotted blue tissue-paper and labeled with names: Thirteen, Ben, Ned, Axel, Teja, Demeter, Urquhart, Mia, Bobby, and a number of others.

They're good eaters, all of them, in their own ways. She'll miss them. She'll miss the looks on their faces at the first bite.

She'll miss being alive.

No, no you won't, whispers an insidious thought in her head as she bakes. There won't even be a 'you' to miss being a 'you.'

latino_menace

Ramon comes downstairs for the first time in a while, looking well groomed, relaxed and happy. Well, you could probably substitute 'happy' for 'smug' if you wanted to but what's new there? Anyway, he approaches Bar with the plan of ordering a nice steak dinner, having a few drinks and seeing if there's anyone interesting around.

Instead, what he gets is a long pause from Bar.

He scowls. And is about to utter a few choice insults when a napkin shows up.

You're late.

'Oh, really? Dare I ask what for?'

Beat. And then, a cake appears. An enormous, towering, pink cake, with lots of white swirly icing and sugar flowers (also pink). It's covered with candles and large, childlike letters spell out HAPPY 50TH BIRTHDAY RAMON!! on the top.

Ramon? Is not impressed.

song_tra_bong

When Mary Anne takes a seat at the bar, she is presented with a glass of tequila and a book entitled The Care and Keeping of Exotic Plants. She can't help laughing and pages through the table of contents while she sips her drink.

Artemis, on the other hand, is sprawled on one of the couches. It's autumn now, with Kore gone to be Persephone and the weather turning colder. She's thinking about moving somewhere closer to home for the winter. Until then, there are sinfully comfortable cushions and a bottle of hard cider.

[ooc: open all week, kids. it's good to be back.]

ten_of_swords

And there is a second tarot card in the bar, but he's at the sofa with Bane. Ruin is feeding the coyote scrapes of meat from his leftover lunch, chuckling. He's rather pleased with himself and ignoring anything niggling in his head about things to come.

Ruin is determined to enjoy his rare good mood to its fullest.

boundxkitty

The late night will see a brunette settled in a bikini, on a towel, on her rock. Yes, she's claimed it. The rock and towel and her hair are wet because she's already taken a dip in the lake. Now, she's currently on her back, eyes tracking some of the starts in the night sky. The bar feels a little empty without her Pardmates from home here, now that she's had their energy around constantly.

She's mostly botherable. Though full moon is on Friday so she may not have the best temper if you aren't family or nice.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason comes back in through the front door, looking decidedly happier. Things went well, and he's feeling happier than he has in a long while. He waves for Ivan and orders some food and drink, then runs upstairs to snag the dream catcher. He's close to be being finished, so he sits on the couch and weaves the yarn between the hoops, waiting for his food.

boundxkitty

Liz is out in the last legs of the sun on her rock. She's settled on a towel, on her stomach, hair pulled to one side and she's got the ties undone so they don't leave little lines. The swimsuit is new for her and matches the nail polish she's wearing. Meaning it's a crimson color.

She would love company. Though she might growl slightly if you stood in her light.

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is in the Bar. He couldn't sleep again, and with a soft apology to Nathaniel he went down to the Bar, promising that he'd be up right after getting something to eat. He'd have to remember to bring the leopard a milk.

Sunrise is going to come early.

He sighs and sips a warm milk with amaretto, trying to feel tired.

boundxkitty

Liz is settled on a rock overlooking the lake, feet dangling in the water and her mid-back length hair loose in curls down her back. The soft wind is pulling gently at it as she sits and tries to relax a little. She's currently wearing a bikini top and bottoms with shorts over because at some point her plan is to take a quick swim before heading back inside to everyone.

[ooc: Open all night. And if it's late, slowtime is love.]

ten_of_swords

[OOM: Ruin in the cells: First night, he's visited by Star and Mary Anne. The second night, there is Teja and Charlie. Third day, Demeter arrived, as did Yrael and Elizabeth. Day ten brings Teja back for a second visit, as well as Star, whose sacrifice simply worries Ruin and makes his imprisonment that much worse. After Star leaves, Carlisle Cullen finds his way to Ruin, and though he'd wanted to know about Star, he hears about the storm coming for the Cullens. Day twelve, X lets him out.]

There is now a free tarot card in the bar, though he does question if not seeing the paths makes him any less a card now. It doesn't matter.

He's at a table with alcohol.

Alcohol was needed.

[OOC: Part of Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

cutting_edgex23

[Not-really-OOM: After this, X leaves a note for Security.]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

Jason is in the Bar today. He still had a pair of soft knit shorts stashed in the rocks outside, but no shirt. He doesn't really care, though. He'd just pulled them on without a second thought and trudged into the Bar.

To say he looks haggard is an understatement: without a shirt it's becoming apparent that he's losing weight, and the dark hollows under his eyes are bringing attention to his empty stare. His eyes are directed to the Observation Window as he sits there, but he's not seeing anything in front of him.

[ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

mogget_cat

(ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot)

OOM: "I'm well aware of the consequences, Yrael."

"You're going to be painfully aware of a few more, if you don't leave me be."

"He'd rather die than let any of you help him. Then again, you never could save yourself, so why should you have thought you could save him?"

Current Mood: enraged

mogget_cat

(ooc: Duet for Claws and Swords plot)

OOM: "The whole lot of you mean shit to him right now. He doesn't want your help."

"He will have my help whether he wants it or not. He cannot help himself when he is not himself, and who better to remind him than his friends?"

Current Mood: determined

ostro_goth

Teja is by the fireplace, eschewing the sunlight; he has his harp and plays a soft, sad melody, his fingers moving as if on their own while he gazes into the fire and thinks.

Oh, and he has much to think of, and to feel pain for!

Not only has Asher returned, and been hurt so deeply, mere minutes from his entrance, when Teja told him, straight away, that he had broken faith and was the golden-haired blood-drinker's beloved no more. Oh, that had stung, delivering such words to one so dear, and all the pain his own fault. And yet, he would not regret his love for Charlie for a single moment. There was no easy answer, no way of arguing away that which accused him; all Teja could do was bear and ponder the pain.

And then, as bad, did it become ever more clear that in a way he now was traitor not only to the once-beloved, but traitor to his people and all they held dear. Today, he had been told, was a day to remember those fallen in battle: and those fallen in battle that had been dearest to Teja, those that he might remember at such a solemn ceremony, would turn their back in silence if they knew him now, if they knew their erstwhile comrade and last king now took his pleasure with another man! A shame so great, so unmanning, that it would negate all he had done, and defile the sacrifice of those that died before him. And yet, having his beloved is worth even that ultimate, if theoretical, disgrace!

But it stings. It all stings very much. This is not a god day for the dead Goth.

[OOC: Duet for Claws and Swords plot]

lady_moon

[OOM: The tarot cards hold a family meeting, and everyone shows up for it.]

ten_of_swords

There are seven tarot cards seated around a table.

They regard each other.

Ruin is sipping his beer, eyes darting to Moon occasionally.

Wheel and Strength are sitting beside one another, Strength's two lions staring at Moon's two wolves.

Tower is smoking a cigar, holding a glass of scotch in his hand, and smiling to himself in not an entirely pleasant way.

Star is sitting, or as near as she gets to it, on the back corner of their table setting up a long line of multicolor dominoes which are crisscrossing the table.

Moon is huddled in her chair, her skirt now three-quarters red, her bright eyes staring at the dominoes Star was placing on the table.

Mary Anne has a glass of tequila and her copy of the Art of War (closed, in her lap); her feet are propped up on a chair stolen from a neighboring table.

A family meeting, the first in Milliways, and the uneasy silence has to be broken sometime.

[OOC: Seven pups, five muns, though Strength and Wheel's mun isn't available just yet. Post is open, chatroom is available -- tarotepchat -- and we encourage tagging. :D If you want someone specific, specify in your tag, otherwise, it'll be a free-for-all.]

[OOC: Aaaaand we head into slowtime. Thanks muchly!]

loyaltyinmotion.livejournal.com

OOM: Back in St. Louis, Jason falls into a dangerous cycle.

It's a sober (if not more than a little unhappy about that) and exhausted looking Jason that makes his way into Milliways this afternoon. The full moon was fast approaching in his world, and...it was something he'd rather avoid. Not only because he'd have to deal with the Pack at the lupanar, but to hear Moon call him...

He has his tiger's eye that Moon had given him, turning it 'round and 'round between his fingers as he anxiously scans the Bar. Even if you can't find who he's looking for, maybe you could get him to eat something?

[OOC: Drug use in OOM, blah blah blah]

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

He's thinking.

It doesn't seem to be getting anywhere fast: Charlie is not equipped with the sort of mind that can think out a million scenes at once and the outcomes of all those possibilities, even if it would be really helpful right about now.

So he's got a very old worry stone that he's currently rubbing between the thumb and fingers on his right hand, and surprisingly it's helping, somewhat.

[tiny tag with a tiny rock: Charlie Monroe
OOC: 'Duet for Claws and Swords' Plot]

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

Charlie has a deck of Tarot cards.

He's currently sorting them by suit into stacks on the table, glancing at the book next to his elbow on the Tarot and what they mean, how to read them. He's not planning on taking it up as a hobby, but figures if he's going to be talking to at least two of them on a regular basis, he should know what the cards at least mean.

Being prepared is half the solution.

[tiny tag with tarot: Charles Monroe]
[OOC: for the 'Duet for Claws and Swords' plot]

song_tra_bong

It's been a long week with all the family drama flying around, so Mary Anne is taking it easy tonight.

She's got a comfortable booth, a cold beer and a good book, but she probably wouldn't say no if you wanted to chat.

mogget_cat

The couch has an occupant, today. The light rain that had rolled in has kept him indoors, so Yrael felt he might as well catch up on his reading.

The rather old, calfskin-bound book has no title on its cover; only every so often, a page's text is accompanied by a small picture of a card.

Current Mood: determined

licensed-pro.livejournal.com

It's been a week. Really. A really boring, difficult, long week.

Hence the Charlie sitting in a very comfortable hammock near the Caribbean inlet. Watching the waves, when he's not reading his book. It's a relaxing idea, the sitting-and-watching-nothing idea.

Charlie sees how people can enjoy this.

[tiny tag: Charlie Monroe]
[OOC: part of the 'Duet for Claws and Swords' plot; open forever.]

ten_of_swords

[OOC: Part of the Duet for Claws and Swords plot.]

The bruises Jason had left him have healed.

Ruin doesn't look like he's been in two fistfights with two different people in the last two weeks.

In fact, Ruin just looks pleasant and smug and content.

He's enjoying his drink, eyes scanning the bar.

There's a lot to do.

There was always a lot to do.

[OOC: Warning for discussion of rape in the Teja thread.]