milliways_bar | Entries tagged with virginia lewis

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

It had been such a long, long time.

After Virginia has been hurt by Gaston, Wolf had taken her through the door to New York City, and Sara had followed after, Wolf had taken Virginia to the hospital.

Then there had just been waiting.

In the meantime, through sheer luck, Sara had found a kind New Yorker who got her to the hospital.

On the brink of death, Virginia and Wolf's baby had to be urged towards the Light by a still-Q-powered Smeagol.

And lo! The baby and Virginia were fine. And the drooly (tailed) baby boy was named, appropriately Hunter. Sara found the right hospital shortly after.

Unfortunately, their troubles weren't over. The police were suspicious and Virginia had no idea how they were going to foot the bill. Thankfully, the spell from the Dragon Dung beans was still on the Murrays, and the rich family took care of the Lewises while Virginia recovered.

Until the cops came.

However, the family made it. A shimmering mirror appeared, set into the door of the bar, and Virginia and Sara came stumbling through, hand in hand. Virginia was a little pale, as if she was recovering from illness, although Sara was bright-eyed with excitement. Right after the two of them came Wolf, carrying a six-month old toddler in a baby-sling, a baby bag over his other shoulder.

Now, all they had to do was go to Snow and explain their absence to Harold. And hope that he'd forgive them.

"We're back!" Virginia exclaimed happily.

http://users.livejournal.com/_fisshes/

Smeagol knows something is wrong. He just does. And it's probably not the omniscience, because he blocks it out, and he's had feelings like this before, and it's that that makes him open up to the omniscience just as he finishes walking down the stairs and into the bar.

He comes to a slow halt halfway across the floor, rigid as a plank, staring ahead at nothing with a growing look of horror on his face.

A labored sigh, a moment of blankness, and quite suddenly, Smeagol disappears.

Just this once, he's going to make things right.

infuriated.livejournal.com

[ OOM: Ron, Harry and cat!Draco all go to bed, but one of them wakes up in a different form... ]

Draco, once a haughty Siamese, but now completely human, tumbles into the main Bar area from the door to the rooms above, sending short paranoid glances over his shoulder. He vaults a table, scattering glasses, and whirls around to crouch behind it. He reaches for his wand.

Which isn't in his pocket.

Because he is absolutely bare-arse naked.

Pink tinging his pale cheeks, Draco goes to cover himself and turns to the cluster of people who have watched his movements. He speaks, his first words in weeks:

"Er, any of you have some clothes, then?"

_{[ ooc: may be slow. feel free to interact in any way possible but don't give him clothes, since Meg'll tutu him. ]}

gone_byebye

Morning. Such a subjective thing here at the end of the Universe. But the 'sun' is up and people who slept are awake now, so that ought to count for something. From upstairs there briefly comes the pitter-patter of rhinoceros feet, and then Ray slides down the banister (or tries to) and trots into the bar proper. He immediately finds a table and sets about writing several notes:

( To Barry: )
( To Eskarina Smith: )
( To Romanadvoratrelundar: )

The notes are sealed in their envelopes and given to the Bar for safekeeping until the people to whom they are addressed arrive. For now, Ray just heads back upstairs, comes down with a few bags, and gets himself some cereal as he waits for his friend to arrive.

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

Virginia was humming slightly to herself, and looking through her wedding magazines. She looked up every so often to make sure that no one was coming after her.

She didn't care what Wolf said. She wasn't going to be paranoid. She wasn't going to hide. She was going to live her life, deranged weirdos or not.

She was, however, going to be careful, and aware of her surroundings.

Which, honestly, wasn't much different from what a single woman had to do in New York, biking to and from work alone and all.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

Atop a long table in one corner of the bar sits a row of punch bowls containing ladles and various cocktails: from margarita to plain screwdriver. These are accompanied by several bowls of ice, some containing various bottles of beer. There are stacks of plastic glasses, paper plates, napkins, and a large pile of ivy wreaths at one end. The drinks are buffet-style at this party, so help yourself.

There are plates scattered over the residual tables in the area, some overflowing with huge bunches of grapes, others containing savory fare such as chicken legs, hunks of bread, olives, cheese or humus dips.

To try and give an impromptu impression of a Roman/Greco theme, the tables have been topped with white tablecloths and chairs and surfaces strewn with ivy. If there had been a way to fashion columns or import colonnades in twenty four hours, Indy would have tried it. But ivy will have to do on short notice. At least its not poisonous.

notjustananimal.livejournal.com

See the ~~man~~ ~~animal~~ Wolf walking around, occasionally cleaning tables as they need to be.

There is something different about him, today.

He's wearing jeans. Dark ones. They go well with the dark red button-up shirt. His tail is sticking out of the jeans, just below the hem. Hmm. Must be Milliways jeans.

Why yes, Virginia did decide to see what he would look like in modern clothes.

~~If you ask her, he looks pretty damn good.~~

Summary: Wolf wears mundy clothes! Woohoo! Gaston approaches Wolf about being the next Lefou. Wolf declines his offer, and tries to go back to work. Gaston sees tail, flips out. In the following series of comments, these things happen: Venkman shows up to provide ~~comic relief~~help, Wolf gets his life threatened a few times, Wolf calls Faith over, Edmund shows up, Virginia and the unborn baby get threatened, Wolf gets Rather Upset and "wolfs out," Garion shows up, there are a few attempted attacks, and Gaston gets his ass kicked and is: tied up with Faith's bra, bitchslapped by a hysterical Virginia, and hauled off to the clinker.

milliways_sawyer

Sawyer walks down the stairs with a small duffel bag and a couple of letters. Looks like he might be going somewhere.

He walks over to the bar, slides on his glasses to read over the letters on last time, and sets them on the bar. "You know what to do," he mutters, and the bar indeed the bar does. The letters disappear awaiting delivery.

( To Claire )( To Jaina )

That done, he settles down for a final drink before heading back to the island.

fairest1.livejournal.com

*Snow, Bigby, Millie and Wade enter the bar. They grab dinner from Bar and head for the usual booth*

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.

youalleverybody.livejournal.com

A small girl in a nightdress wanders down from the guest corridor.

Because Liam knows what she's capable of, there is a piece of paper firmly attached to the front of her clothes.

"My name is Megan. If I'm alone, my daddy is asleep upstairs in [insert room number here] and I've escaped. Please don't send me through the front door."

woolonyourface.livejournal.com

[OOC: Out Of Milliways, in which there is belly-rubbing, scratching behind the ear, and tail-petting. And also mocking of magical sparkles. Rated S for Smut of the Virginia/Wolf variety (i.e. NC-17 for graphic sex'ins). You are warned.

P.S. This was Saphie's first smut. Her RPing hymen is now broken.]