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firstorderknightKylo Ren is sitting in a booth drinking coffee. Nice, simple coffee.
Training kind of sucks.
Training kind of sucks.
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Feb. 27th, 2016 08:43 pmriddleofthebelowIt does not hurt one little bit to make some time for one's self. So Tom is here again tonight, sitting in an armchair by the fire.
He's determined to catch up on his backlog of Daily Prophets, but of course, conversation is welcome. Especially since it is a slow news, well, several months. No basilisks on the loose, dull accounts of mid-level political maneuverings, and far, far too much Quidditch coverage.
He likes to know what's happening in the world of his birth, even though he's left it behind. But the Quidditch coverage? He can definitely skip those pages.
He's determined to catch up on his backlog of Daily Prophets, but of course, conversation is welcome. Especially since it is a slow news, well, several months. No basilisks on the loose, dull accounts of mid-level political maneuverings, and far, far too much Quidditch coverage.
He likes to know what's happening in the world of his birth, even though he's left it behind. But the Quidditch coverage? He can definitely skip those pages.
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Feb. 1st, 2016 02:11 pmriddleofthebelowIt has been so long since Tom's been in the bar that he honestly can't remember when the last time was. He's fairly sure Portico was still toddling about instead of walking and running and opening anything he can get his hands on. Little Egress certainly wasn't thought of, much less born and wrapping her father around her pinkie with every coo and gurgle.
Life in the London Below is busy and joyful and, of course, dangerous. The latter isn't as applicable within the House of Arch, of course. Tom and Door both have made sure of that - Tom with his magical powers and Door with her political maneuvering. They make quite a team, as they always have. While neutrality has been maintained in regards to allegiances, a great many of the fiefdoms, baronies, and clans of the Underside owe the House of Arch considerable favors.
It's not a bad arrangement at all, and it certainly affords Tom the time to slip into Milliways for a time this evening.
A scotch appears on Bar's surface when he steps through the painting portal. Tom smiles, and he slides onto a bar stool, sipping his scotch as if he'd never left. He pulls the latest Daily Prophet out of a pocket of his black robes and settles in. He's terribly behind with news from the Wizarding World.
Of course, he wouldn't be averse to conversation at all.
Life in the London Below is busy and joyful and, of course, dangerous. The latter isn't as applicable within the House of Arch, of course. Tom and Door both have made sure of that - Tom with his magical powers and Door with her political maneuvering. They make quite a team, as they always have. While neutrality has been maintained in regards to allegiances, a great many of the fiefdoms, baronies, and clans of the Underside owe the House of Arch considerable favors.
It's not a bad arrangement at all, and it certainly affords Tom the time to slip into Milliways for a time this evening.
A scotch appears on Bar's surface when he steps through the painting portal. Tom smiles, and he slides onto a bar stool, sipping his scotch as if he'd never left. He pulls the latest Daily Prophet out of a pocket of his black robes and settles in. He's terribly behind with news from the Wizarding World.
Of course, he wouldn't be averse to conversation at all.
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Mar. 29th, 2014 11:19 pmpro_patria_mortuusEnjolras checked the bulletin board -- no postings for jobs, no one in the room who looks like a hopeful employer -- and then acquired a table not far from the door. Bar provided soup and bread, unasked, when he requested coffee, and he was forced to realize that he was hungry too. (Enjolras has a tendency to forget about meals in favor of thinking, even here where there's little work to lose himself in.) He has eaten them, but not yet cleared away the dishes nor refreshed his coffee.
It's Rousseau's The Social Contract: an old favorite, known by heart. Enjolras can read it and think at the same time, which is what he's doing.
It's Rousseau's The Social Contract: an old favorite, known by heart. Enjolras can read it and think at the same time, which is what he's doing.
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Mar. 1st, 2014 02:09 pmriddleofthebelowSpare time is something that is fleeting and rare for this Lord of the House of Arch, but Tom's made an effort to spend some time in Milliways. Gavroche has kept him apprised of recent events, and while Tom is quite pleased with his son's reaction to his biological parents' arrival, he knows it weighs upon him. Still, Gavroche has made no mention of revenge or murder, and Tom certainly can't say that wasn't his first thought when it comes to biological fathers, especially. He's terribly proud of Gavroche.
So he's here today, a scotch in hand, making his presence known. Hopefully he'll catch no odd illnesses or be exposed to any body switching surprise!spells. One can never be sure, and Door would be ever so crossed if he picked such a poor time to become someone else.
So he's here today, a scotch in hand, making his presence known. Hopefully he'll catch no odd illnesses or be exposed to any body switching surprise!spells. One can never be sure, and Door would be ever so crossed if he picked such a poor time to become someone else.
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Jan. 23rd, 2014 06:07 pmriddleofthebelowOOM: Two Lords of the House of Arch catch up on many matters - Milliways happenings, London Below events, and history (although Tom does not reveal as much as he could).
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Dec. 13th, 2013 06:46 pmmaxwellsdemon02Duo comes into Milliways with a briefcase, backpack, and an over-stuffed duffel bag. He drags all of it up to the bar, shucks his long black coat, and then spots the note.
"Really?" he says. "I'm on paid leave that only just managed not to be suspension, and you're already trying to recruit me?" He reads the reply. "Well, if you say so."
He dumps his stuff behind the bar and washes his hands before chalking up a few specials.
SPECIALS
Mulled Cider
Hot Chocolate (alcoholic or non)
Pomegranate and Cranberry Punch
He doesn't notice the small letters that curl into shape under his own square handwriting:
⊕ Drinks half-off for Team Light ⊕
[OOC: This post is serving as a reunion and party post for all of those who fought against the Dark and Blodwen Rowlands way back when. Though feel free to just drop in for a drink!]
"Really?" he says. "I'm on paid leave that only just managed not to be suspension, and you're already trying to recruit me?" He reads the reply. "Well, if you say so."
He dumps his stuff behind the bar and washes his hands before chalking up a few specials.
SPECIALS
Mulled Cider
Hot Chocolate (alcoholic or non)
Pomegranate and Cranberry Punch
He doesn't notice the small letters that curl into shape under his own square handwriting:
⊕ Drinks half-off for Team Light ⊕
[OOC: This post is serving as a reunion and party post for all of those who fought against the Dark and Blodwen Rowlands way back when. Though feel free to just drop in for a drink!]
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Jun. 8th, 2013 11:15 pmambrielAmbriel is sitting at the bar, apparently deeply occupied by staring at something bar provided with that cup of green tea.
Animal crackers.
They are apparently very puzzling, judging by the concentration the angel is aiming at them.
Animal crackers.
They are apparently very puzzling, judging by the concentration the angel is aiming at them.
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Apr. 3rd, 2013 07:14 pmlt_bladeWhen Sonya enters the bar that morning, she's looking all the worse for wear. She's aching to the point of numbness and her steps are heavy, her clothes and over all person are in serious need for a shower. She's holding onto a large paper back with a clean set of cloths that she was going to change into after a shower.
Her face however, is one of immense relief and pride, a stark contrast to her appearence. They weren't sure she could do it, but she and Lt. Stone were the only female soldiers to make it through Hell week in Special Warfare school. The constant training, examinations and lack of sleep meant that Sonya was both too numb to pay head to anything save the satisfaction and proving she could take on anything.
She didn't expect to show up in milliways, but it couldn't be denied that a break would be welcomed. She says nothing as she heads to the gym showers for a quick scrub down, and returning to the main bar in a clean set of army BDUs. It's entirely possible that the clothes are a little more baggy on her, that she may've lost a few pounds during training, but right now the only thing in her mind at the moment is sleep.
Right by the fire, the sofa looks and feels like a feather bed and she's asleep before even hitting the cushions.
.......................................
It's nearly evening now and she's still sleeping. Sorry to anyone thinking to use the sofa, she's been denied a full nights sleep for just over a week.
Maybe someone would want to check to see if she's alright?
Her face however, is one of immense relief and pride, a stark contrast to her appearence. They weren't sure she could do it, but she and Lt. Stone were the only female soldiers to make it through Hell week in Special Warfare school. The constant training, examinations and lack of sleep meant that Sonya was both too numb to pay head to anything save the satisfaction and proving she could take on anything.
She didn't expect to show up in milliways, but it couldn't be denied that a break would be welcomed. She says nothing as she heads to the gym showers for a quick scrub down, and returning to the main bar in a clean set of army BDUs. It's entirely possible that the clothes are a little more baggy on her, that she may've lost a few pounds during training, but right now the only thing in her mind at the moment is sleep.
Right by the fire, the sofa looks and feels like a feather bed and she's asleep before even hitting the cushions.
.......................................
It's nearly evening now and she's still sleeping. Sorry to anyone thinking to use the sofa, she's been denied a full nights sleep for just over a week.
Maybe someone would want to check to see if she's alright?
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Mar. 30th, 2013 09:39 pmawesome_binomial_theoremsMoriarty is sprawled on the sofa in front of the fire, hanging half off one end, his violin crooked against his shoulder as he plays Giuseppe Tartini's Violin Sonata in G Minor.
It's not a particularly cheerful tune, but what it is is technically demanding, and Moriarty has his eyes shut and brow furrowed slightly. He'd probably be fairly easy to sneak up on.
Botherable.
[OOC: Mun is sleeping now, but the EP is open forever.]
It's not a particularly cheerful tune, but what it is is technically demanding, and Moriarty has his eyes shut and brow furrowed slightly. He'd probably be fairly easy to sneak up on.
Botherable.
[OOC: Mun is sleeping now, but the EP is open forever.]
plot/party post: snake juice
Mar. 22nd, 2013 07:14 pmallthebaconandeggsyouhaveThe front door opens, and four very large boxes on a handtruck come in.
Ron Swanson is moving the handtruck. He divests himself of the boxes and tapes a pre-prepared sign, printed on acomputer typewriter, in small letters, to the topmost box.
The sign reads:
And with that, Ron pushes his handtruck out of the bar.
[OOC: This is a plot device. You could turn it into a party post if you wanted. Or not! Please see the back room for details.]
Ron Swanson is moving the handtruck. He divests himself of the boxes and tapes a pre-prepared sign, printed on a
The sign reads:
TOM HAVERFORD LEFT THIS IN A CLOSET IN THE PARKS AND RECREATION OFFICE PAST THE DEADLINE I GAVE HIM TO REMOVE IT.
HE HAS LOST THE RIGHTS TO THE CONTENTS OF THESE BOXES. THE APPROPRIATE PLACE FOR LIQUOR, OTHER THAN ONE'S OWN PROPERTY, IS A BAR.
THIS IS LIQUOR HE CREATED.
IT IS DAMN FINE LIQUOR. IT IS CALLED SNAKE JUICE. I PERSONALLY ENDORSE THIS LIQUOR.
WHILE ALL YOU REALLY NEED IS MY PERSONAL ENDORSEMENT, THE GUERILLA MARKETING SCRIPT THAT TOM PROVIDED SUGGESTS THAT A PRIME SELLING POINT IS ITS "DOPE AFTERTASTE."
TAKE AS MUCH AS YOU WOULD LIKE. I DON'T CARE.
And with that, Ron pushes his handtruck out of the bar.
[OOC: This is a plot device. You could turn it into a party post if you wanted. Or not! Please see the back room for details.]
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Mar. 7th, 2013 07:12 pmnot_only_wisdomNynaeve could still hear the cries of the wounded children, the screams of the dying villagers, the howls of the Darkhounds that seemed endless in number --
But so, too, could she feel the Warder bond to Lan, her husband, seated firmly in her mind.
She counted it (and her new self-knowledge) well worth the cost. But now, that so-necessary errand handled, it was time to get back to the White Tower for her night of contemplation.
Preparing the weave for Traveling away from the Black Tower is the work of several moments, a fine feat considering her current state of exhaustion.
But when she steps across the threshold and is confronted with the bar, Nynaeve pauses, lips pressed tight together, and takes a deep breath. This could have happened on a better day, when her hair hadn't been burnt off and she were not so badly exhausted.
The Light burn Milliways, anyway.
"And here I'd thought we were done with the place."
Well, time to make the best of a bad business. Perhaps some tea will see things begin to sort themselves out.
A newly-raised Aes Sedai can hope.
But so, too, could she feel the Warder bond to Lan, her husband, seated firmly in her mind.
She counted it (and her new self-knowledge) well worth the cost. But now, that so-necessary errand handled, it was time to get back to the White Tower for her night of contemplation.
Preparing the weave for Traveling away from the Black Tower is the work of several moments, a fine feat considering her current state of exhaustion.
But when she steps across the threshold and is confronted with the bar, Nynaeve pauses, lips pressed tight together, and takes a deep breath. This could have happened on a better day, when her hair hadn't been burnt off and she were not so badly exhausted.
The Light burn Milliways, anyway.
"And here I'd thought we were done with the place."
Well, time to make the best of a bad business. Perhaps some tea will see things begin to sort themselves out.
A newly-raised Aes Sedai can hope.
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Feb. 23rd, 2013 08:21 pmfaithful_lt[Immediately after this.]
He's pale as death when he walks through the door into Milliways, but he's composed, at least.
(Hoshi had taken a few minutes on the other side of the observation deck's hatch to pull himself together. He has to stay calm. There has to be a reason, there has to, Felix can't have meant--)
He shuts the door and takes a moment to run his hands over his uniform jacket, smoothing it into place, and then turns to search the room with a look.
There's no sign of Felix.
(He hadn't really expected there to be, not yet.)
A quiet sigh escapes him. Hoshi signals a waitrat and takes a seat at a table near the door, preparing himself for a long wait.
[ooc: not plotlocked, open until it scrolls.]
He's pale as death when he walks through the door into Milliways, but he's composed, at least.
(Hoshi had taken a few minutes on the other side of the observation deck's hatch to pull himself together. He has to stay calm. There has to be a reason, there has to, Felix can't have meant--)
He shuts the door and takes a moment to run his hands over his uniform jacket, smoothing it into place, and then turns to search the room with a look.
There's no sign of Felix.
(He hadn't really expected there to be, not yet.)
A quiet sigh escapes him. Hoshi signals a waitrat and takes a seat at a table near the door, preparing himself for a long wait.
[ooc: not plotlocked, open until it scrolls.]
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Feb. 17th, 2013 08:57 pmriddleofthebelowTom Riddle rarely has time to pop round Milliways anymore. There's simply too much to keep him busy at home, what with London Below politics being the same chaos as ever and Portico toddling about (and opening things he never guessed could be opened).
But he's here briefly tonight with a scotch in hand. The scotch is, as ever, absolutely brilliant.
OOC: This is the same Tom Riddle asyoung_tmriddle! It's just... Tom's in his mid-thirties now, and his old journal name doesn't work so well any longer. I wanted to preserve the old icons, though, so la!
But he's here briefly tonight with a scotch in hand. The scotch is, as ever, absolutely brilliant.
OOC: This is the same Tom Riddle as
young_tmriddle! It's just... Tom's in his mid-thirties now, and his old journal name doesn't work so well any longer. I wanted to preserve the old icons, though, so la!(no subject)
Sep. 20th, 2012 07:13 pmcallipygosThe goddess does not teeter into the bar.
She does have on very high heels, and that is one in a very lengthy procession of cocktails clutched precariously in her slender fingers, but you could hardly call it teetering. The overall impression is of a very soft, very lovely, and somewhat wavering summer breeze.
She breezes unsteadily over to the bar and plops down her glass with a clink.
"Is it okay that I brought my own, sweetie?"
[ooc: the character has been drinking and SO HAS THE MUN. please email artistformerlyknownas at gmail to propose shenanigans, because guys, i really have no clue.
eta: no new tags plz! sleepmerc.]
She does have on very high heels, and that is one in a very lengthy procession of cocktails clutched precariously in her slender fingers, but you could hardly call it teetering. The overall impression is of a very soft, very lovely, and somewhat wavering summer breeze.
She breezes unsteadily over to the bar and plops down her glass with a clink.
"Is it okay that I brought my own, sweetie?"
[ooc: the character has been drinking and SO HAS THE MUN. please email artistformerlyknownas at gmail to propose shenanigans, because guys, i really have no clue.
eta: no new tags plz! sleepmerc.]
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Sep. 17th, 2012 06:14 pmthekidfrombrooklynSteve has been hanging around Milliways for a few days before he heads back to the front, and when he stops at the bar for a drink before he starts his workout, a napkin pops up.
"Really?" he says on reading it. "Me? The most bartending experience I have is ordering."
Of course, he can keep things simple.
TONIGHT'S SPECIALS
Manhattan
Whiskey Sour
Martini
Non-alcoholic
Moxie
Root beer float
Well, this should be an adventure.
[tiny tag: Oswin Oswald]
[OOC: No new threads, please, and slowtime on existing ones. Thanks for tagging in, everybody!]
"Really?" he says on reading it. "Me? The most bartending experience I have is ordering."
Of course, he can keep things simple.
Manhattan
Whiskey Sour
Martini
Non-alcoholic
Moxie
Root beer float
Well, this should be an adventure.
[tiny tag: Oswin Oswald]
[OOC: No new threads, please, and slowtime on existing ones. Thanks for tagging in, everybody!]
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Sep. 2nd, 2012 06:37 pmawesome_lillyLilly is on a mission from... well, herself. She is going to find out what the hell actually cursed Puck (this time) if it kills her because a) it can't kill her, she's already dead and b) she has a sneaking fondness for her faeke husband and genuinely wants to help.
However.
Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.
The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)
Approach at your own risk.
[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).
ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.
However.
Because she is Lilly, her current attempt to help involves a stab at scientific research: recreating past bar "incidents" on a crowd of volunteer waitrats to see if there's any common thread around causes, cures, and accidental side-effects.
The table before her is spread with a variety of seemingly innocuous items: peppercorn and honey and gin, a bowl of steaming curry, band candy, a horn and some cherries and a paper umbrella, the Roman equivalent of a penny, mints, two kinds of apples, a soy latte, and a Mexican coke. (Hey, this is thirsty work.)
Approach at your own risk.
[OOC: not plot-locked but please ping me at 'da emmy gee' or comment on backroom post before tagging so we see what might happen to our poor pups. Accidentally, of course. :D).
ETA: ahahahah awesomeness! slowtiming for now but let's keep doing this you mad impetuous frogs, you.
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Apr. 8th, 2012 09:11 pmstreet_sparrowSometime after Tom put the painting back up, it swings open and a teenage boy clambers through, takes a look at the room and beams.
"Good to be back."
"Good to be back."
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Apr. 8th, 2012 11:59 amyoung_tmriddleTom couldn't believe when Ingress skipped into the family room to tell them all about Milliways being completely fine. He followed her back to the bar after their visit to see for himself.
Sure enough, things were indeed fine, if not quite in the same place as before. It took him a few days to prepare a new portal and link it to the painting.
It is with a great deal of pleasure that he hangs the portrait of the dogs playing poker back in its old place on the wall. He also leaves a note attached to the frame.
House of Arch guests, do forgive the lack of a portal. We lost track of things here, but I am pleased to say the house is open to you again. If you should have any difficulties with access, do send an owl.
Yours, Tom
At Ingress' request, he's watching for Rue of District 11. He has a note for her, if he doesn't see her. He's carved out a few minutes to enjoy a drink, so he settles in at the bar.
"Good to see you again, old girl," he says, and a glass of scotch appears for him. "I missed you."
Sure enough, things were indeed fine, if not quite in the same place as before. It took him a few days to prepare a new portal and link it to the painting.
It is with a great deal of pleasure that he hangs the portrait of the dogs playing poker back in its old place on the wall. He also leaves a note attached to the frame.
Yours, Tom
At Ingress' request, he's watching for Rue of District 11. He has a note for her, if he doesn't see her. He's carved out a few minutes to enjoy a drink, so he settles in at the bar.
"Good to see you again, old girl," he says, and a glass of scotch appears for him. "I missed you."
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Feb. 22nd, 2012 07:28 pmyoung_tmriddleTom Riddle is not best pleased. This is... unacceptable.
He stands in front of the House of Arch painting. The dogs have stopped playing poker. The Alsatian watches the disintegration of the bar with a baleful look. The boxer howls periodically.
It may be time to break the portal to the House. There are currently no residents who would be trapped in the House. They haven't offered the House as a refuge for that reason, although Tom or Door could open to wherever necessary to return guests home. He can easily make his way back to the Underside without the portal; he's done it before.
But if they lose Milliways, they lose the conduit to Haven, where Ingress is at school. They can go to her, but she and Megwyn will be cut off from them.
This is far more serious than he ever guessed things could get. After all this time, all these crises - is this truly the end?
"Well, lads," he says to the dogs, "it may be time for you lot to come with me."
The dogs whimper and whine in agreement.
He stands in front of the House of Arch painting. The dogs have stopped playing poker. The Alsatian watches the disintegration of the bar with a baleful look. The boxer howls periodically.
It may be time to break the portal to the House. There are currently no residents who would be trapped in the House. They haven't offered the House as a refuge for that reason, although Tom or Door could open to wherever necessary to return guests home. He can easily make his way back to the Underside without the portal; he's done it before.
But if they lose Milliways, they lose the conduit to Haven, where Ingress is at school. They can go to her, but she and Megwyn will be cut off from them.
This is far more serious than he ever guessed things could get. After all this time, all these crises - is this truly the end?
"Well, lads," he says to the dogs, "it may be time for you lot to come with me."
The dogs whimper and whine in agreement.
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Feb. 11th, 2012 04:51 pmyoung_tmriddleTom Riddle, Lord of the House of Arch, is not best pleased. He steps into Milliways from the House of Arch painting, having heard rumors of the strange happenings in the bar.
He hasn't been here in quite some time. It's not that he hasn't wished to visit, but time flows both quickly and slowly in the Underside, and he and Door have been far busier than ever before. There is a little lad in the House of Arch now - their son, Portico, was born a few months ago. The baby will not be visiting the bar, especially now.
He goes to the bar, wand in hand, and orders his customary scotch. "Hello, Bar. I understand we're in another fine mess."
At least the scotch is as fine as always.
He hasn't been here in quite some time. It's not that he hasn't wished to visit, but time flows both quickly and slowly in the Underside, and he and Door have been far busier than ever before. There is a little lad in the House of Arch now - their son, Portico, was born a few months ago. The baby will not be visiting the bar, especially now.
He goes to the bar, wand in hand, and orders his customary scotch. "Hello, Bar. I understand we're in another fine mess."
At least the scotch is as fine as always.
a first ep of sorts
Oct. 8th, 2010 07:55 pmevercleverestIt is generally believed that first-time patrons to Milliways bar enter through the front door.
Most of the time, this is true.
But tonight, in the case of two wizards and one witch, their arrival point is really quite unusual.
After a loud pop! (the familiar sound of Apparating), the trio (exhausted, scared, dirty and very much worse for wear) ends up Outdoors by the trees - a fair distance away from the Bar.
The scenery is terribly familiar. It does, after all, resemble the grounds at Hogwarts, with their scenic mountains, lakes, and mild temperatures. But there's something ... off about it. Something a little different.
In the midst of their confusion, it is Hermione Granger who falls first, barely stirring after the events at Malfoy Manor, sagging heavily between her two best friends - one Harry Potter, and one Ron Weasley.
tiny!tag: penn
[ooc: three pups, three muns.open to anyone who might be around the area! on behalf of the trio - thank you so much for tagging, guys! harry-mun has gone off to bed, so we'll be slowtiming some of these threads from here. :) ]
Most of the time, this is true.
But tonight, in the case of two wizards and one witch, their arrival point is really quite unusual.
After a loud pop! (the familiar sound of Apparating), the trio (exhausted, scared, dirty and very much worse for wear) ends up Outdoors by the trees - a fair distance away from the Bar.
The scenery is terribly familiar. It does, after all, resemble the grounds at Hogwarts, with their scenic mountains, lakes, and mild temperatures. But there's something ... off about it. Something a little different.
In the midst of their confusion, it is Hermione Granger who falls first, barely stirring after the events at Malfoy Manor, sagging heavily between her two best friends - one Harry Potter, and one Ron Weasley.
tiny!tag: penn
[ooc: three pups, three muns.
