milliways_bar | Entries tagged with sir guy of gisborne

Teja is by the lake, carefully probing his charcoal kiln. It has been burning over a week now, and might be ready. On the other hand, if a charcoal kiln is opened while still smouldering, the air will cause it to catch fire, and can cause a great conflagration.

So being careful is very important.

[[OOC: Recycled post is recycled.]]

makesthings

Sam has been traveling and was expecting his room at the inn he's staying at not Milliways. After opening and closing the door once, he goes through with a sigh before sighing again at the napkin he gets. He's fairly sure that he doesn't need to talk to more people, he meets people as he works on the Stones and at his duties in Belisaere as well as talking to people here.

First he washes his hands, healing a cut on his hand and looks over his surcoat which is covered with the grime of the road and straightens it and his sword as best he can. Then he picks up the cocktail book and tries to find some nice drinks.

Specials
Spiced wine
Confidence Builder
Makers Cup
Fuzzy Iron Worker
What projects are you working on? Tell me and your drink is half off.

Then he pours himself a spiced wine and waits to see who appears.

(OOC: Tonight got weird on me so consider this open for new tags until the new happy hour goes up. Though I'll be slow getting to them tomorrow.)

queenofmay

Marians smile breaks like dawn when the door opens.

It's been almost a week -- since Caspian went home, and Matilda was saved. The world isn't any better, but it is dead silent, waiting, while the Sheriff fumed about the loss of his witch and his spy. If you try hard you might stop her between The Front Door and The Back Door, but it is unlikely.

Because she's headed quickly in the first and out the second. Steps fast as she heads for the stables, slowing only as she arrives on the threshold.

queenofmay

[OOM:

And if there is such a thing
As winter in the spring
Then I'll make angels
And I'll see you in the wings
of this bitter, bitter cold

]

not_his_pa

William loves the Milliways' stables as they're big, most of the horses are friendly and he can always finds some space to himself. Their barn at home does what it needs to and he has a spot for hiding stuff in it, but his responsibilities are more there.

Today he's taken care of a few chores around the barn and has been introducing himself to a beautiful mare that recently arrived. Horus is exploring and William's not too concerned about him as the forge cats keeps an eye on him when they're here.

Once he's done checking on all the horses, he plans on sitting on the back porch of the Bar with a book and enjoying it feeling like Spring.

(OOC: Catch him in the stables or on the porch.)

queenofmay

[OOM:

I'm livin' for the day of reck'nin
countin' down the hours

]

queenofmay

[OOM:

I'm bankin' on the fables of
the far, far better things we do

]

the_less_perfect

Leo Fudou is hypnotised by the bar's television.

Currently playing is Tentacle of our Waves, in which a pink squid (which, Leo gathers from the scenario playing out, is considered somewhat fetching) is fending off two suitors, one of which is her father, although neither knows it.

There's an abandoned book next to him, with text in an odd language on the front. It seems to have been forgotten about.

Atton Rand is on his back in the rafters, fiddling with a device of some kind.

It looks a bit like a car engine crossed with an accordion, and every so often it splutters out a series of blue sparks and makes a rather unpleasant grinding noise. Atton makes a few shushing sounds every time it does.

"Calm down," he mumbles after a particularly violent spray of sparks (followed, perhaps oddly, by a spray of purple glitter).

landlesslord

Unusually, Guy isn't wearing his coat.

The warm spring sunshine has him pretty much down to his shirtsleeves.

Since he never took the time to enjoy it while he was alive, Guy is sitting out on the grass watching the lake.

Admittedly, it probably looks far better than a similar day next to the Locksley pond.

Current Mood: good

queenofmay

[A few hours after these ooms]

Marian wasn't expecting this Door.

You can tell by the peasant-girl black dress and matching thread-bare cloak, the thick leather satchel across her middle, and the completely insensible up-the-calf be-ribboned strappy black shoes. Maybe even more so, because of how she looks back toward the dark inner-castle house-alley that is sprawled out in the deep shadows of night behind her first.

Torn. But she had finished, and she had been heading back.

Milliways had at least let her do the important parts first.

Which means that resolute, but graceful, blur, who echoes the muffled clink of glass bottles at her hip, was Marian headed up the stairs. To be returned, not too much longer after, by a girl in a more proper gown, with night-wind-tossed curls recklessly still trying to escape her fingers as she was pinning them back. (The shoes as far more sensible, as well.)

queenofmay

[OOM:

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

]

landlesslord

When someone sleeps particularly deeply, it is said that they sleep like the dead.

It seems that the dead do sleep, and very deeply. Guy had woken to his room in turmoil; a chair knocked over, books fallen off the chest of drawers, clothes fallen from pegs.

His room is righted now, but it seems, now that he enters the Bar proper, that far more happened while he slept than he had initially realised.

There is a warily, baffled knight easing into booth, taking in the damage.

Current Mood: confused

landlesslord

Well. Not quite. There is one Guy is holed up in an otherwise empty booth, referencing the current state of Milliways against the last chapter in the book he is reading.

There is, however, a small face peeking around the Door. He seems to have found the magic room that hides in his home once again. It is a shame that his brother and sisters are not near so that they can see he was telling the truth before.

Still, that does not mean he cannot see if the

queenofmay is still here. It's with this in mind that the small boy enters and hovers next to the Door.

[OOC: Two Guys. One dead, one tiny. Have either one, the other or both!]

will_scarlett

Will doesn't know what to do about how Milliways is falling apart and he hates it.

Security seems to be getting a list of what's changing and thankfully no one appears to be hurt yet, but it won't take long. Each day he's been exploring outside in the hope of finding something he can fight, it hasn't worked.

It seems as if the End of Days is truly coming and there's nothing to be done, so he's at the Bar with a bottle of whiskey and glass that he brought down from his room.

Soon he'll have to return to Sherwood and pray that he'll see Milliways again, for now he's going to drink.

queenofmay

This is not the face of a pleased Lady.

Marian comes in about an hour after this. Having been escorted home, then argued and been denied the right to even see her father. Perturbedness flashing across her face at the realization of Milliways existing at her.

But this perturbedness, and even her hand on the door, about to close it, because she has more important things to see to, doesn't stop her from being observant. Doesn't stop her from realizing things look off inside the bar. Which left her holding the door, staring inward, asking of whomever was at the closest table. "Has something happened?"

ostro_goth

Things are odd and worrisome.

Teja feels that some sort of doom is looming gloomily over the place, and fate may be waiting patiently to strike, in a dire manner.

Teja is sitting by the fireplace, brooding, staring into the flames, while his hands rake through the soft fur of his little black cat.

Maybe he should go to see his people, in case that after fate strikes, he can no longer reach them.

Or no longer exists in a way they may recognise.

queenofmay

Well it's not easy for me to be
Somebody different somebody else but me

But you're the actor the extraordinaire
You make it look like I am the crazy one here

queenofmay

Marian entered through the painting of The Dogs Playing Poker, carrying a medium sized lacquer box, and giving very little attention to her, once again, missing Door. Especially once The Bar presented her request for a tea and biscuits service, with that of May Lily tea and the gift of a medium sized cake, iced with the number five in dark emerald leaves.

She's now sitting at a table, looking through the pieces in said box she came in with.

There is a bent, tarnish silver English penny. A golden coin, with two different faces. A small bag with raven's feathers and hay pieces. A clay cup, painted with a great forest around it. A blood red, heart-shaped stone, with golden shots through it. Two books, titled Being a Record of the Journey of Caspian the Seafarer to the East and Stories of Old Narnia. A piece of paper done in fine calligraphy, green and black, bearing the single word Ravenskeep.

To one side is a cloak of Guildmaster quality, with three things set specifically to the side. A rosary, made of glass spacer beads painted like leaves, divided with prayer beads in lily charms, that ends in a golden lion. And a simple golden necklace, bearing two charms. A golden edged, glass locked, holding a summer's bright four leaf clover, and besides it a large thick man's ring, golden, on which a lion rampant roars.

Come join her, if you'd like. For tea, or cake, or stories.
There's a Security Badge for her shift in there, too.

The possibilities are endless, after all, in Milliways.

[Open until it scrolls]

queenofmay

Marian has been outside for a long while now. The cloak around her shoulders is thick and long, rippling in the strong gusts of sharp winter wind. It doesn't seem to be effecting her expression as she watches the lake, where the Hope is still frozen.

But her cheeks are fiercely pink and snow, like diamond dust, continues to fall and stick in her long dark hair.

[OOC: All threads are before Guy's.
Also, open until it scrolls.]

landlesslord

After waking up dead in his room, a man who has been absent for a long time slides into a booth and orders some cider.

He's still debating whether the dead drink.

[Hai guys! It's been a while. Suffice it to say, this is Guy after the big season 3 finale which I shall summarise for you as "rocks fall, everyone dies". Yes, really.]

Current Mood: dead, thanks

landlesslord

He doesn't know how he got here. He was far from Nottingham and the usual inconvenient doors to another world. Far from the cool stone of the castle, the rustle of the wind in the trees and the grey cloudy sky of England.

Guy doesn't even remember it. He came to, outside, when she woke him. They might have been in Malta before. Or maybe they had reached France. All countries seemed to blur into one place now - a place where she no longer is or will be ever again.

To describe Guy as looking "a bit rough" wouldn't cover it. He's a wreck. Unshaven, greasy-haired, hollowed eyed and starting to approach gaunt would be a start. It's an achievement that he has managed to sprawl himself across a booth and acquire a mug of beer.

It would be an idea to keep upwind of him perhaps.

[NB: Guy's briefly popping in from between seasons 2 and 3 of Robin Hood in celebration of tonight's season 3 finale ~~which will be glorious~~]

Current Mood: drunk

landlesslord

It has been a while since Guy, in any form, has wandered this way, but today the tiny variety has wandered through the Door with a small wooden horse under his arm.

He has the look of a child that knows he is not where is should be and is hoping that his Papa doesn't find out.

Current Mood: curious

of-atlantis.livejournal.com

It is a pretty day outside, and Kida wanders into the bar from a different door this time, the one to the garden lagoon. She frowns momentarily upon seeing the Bar; she wanted to go back out and get more flowers, for her room, not be in here right now.

She turns around to go back out, and tries the door again; same result, back into the Bar. She complains about this in a tone that very plainly says stop playing, but to no different result.

So, ten minutes later, there's a little girl sitting at a table with flowers the Bar gave her. And paint supplies. Feel free to watch what she's doing (other than making a slight mess. It's contained to just this half of the table, as that's all she can reach from her spot.)

[tiny painting princess tag: Kida]