Urquhart is sitting in the sun, bare-chested and sprawling on a picturesquely fallen palm tree trunk, a large bottle of drink and a basket of food by his side. He's spread a towel in the sand, but Franz the dog is lying on that, snoring peacefully. Urquhart has brought a book as well, but at the moment, he's just looking over the lake, the sun ( Read more... )

Singing a rough song from the future to the harp is surely a challenge; but not one that Teja would not be up to.

He has learned a new song, and is singing it by the lake-shore, while bringing forth notes from his harp that no harp was ever made for ( Read more... )

Teja comes from the Security office and hangs up a notice:

Mark well the nights of the full moon!
Were-wolves roam freely outside
and have the right of way!

Then, he sits by the fire, with a cup of wine and his harp.

Everybody is warned. Whoever disregards the warning does so on his own peril.-

[[OOC: This spontaneous random EP was brought ( Read more... )

So, that thing about the Door sometimes appearing in unexpected places? Also works in reverse: sometimes the Door isn't where it usually is, or where it ought to be, or where you'd expect it to be ( Read more... )

"Are you sure, darling?"

...

"Of course I can behave. Have I not so far?"

...

"Oh, thank you. Sleep well."

Well, Milliways, it seems it's Lucifer turn behind the counter once again. She picked a very elegant and well-behaved outfit for the evening, and in honor to the date, the selection she's writing on the special board comes with a (mellow ( Read more... )

Urquhart is sitting at a table near the fireplace, making crossbow bolts. He is planning to follow both Moist and the vampire girl to their respective worlds, and is likely to need them there.

While he's working, he's drinking ale from a large tankard and quietly if disharmoniously whistling to himself.-

When Teja comes to the bar to order tea this evening, he finds an anonymous message, with a book and a plate of seven muffins ( Read more... )

Charles Monroe is not usually interrupted in the middle of his evening by the bar appearing in the men's restroom at the Metropolitan Opera. He's less irritated than amused at it happening, though, and so he continues in, reaching up to his throat to pull the collar of his shirt undone, tie--formal, black bow--swiftly pulled open. They're not ( Read more... )

Teja is sitting in front of the open forge door, scraping on something that is mostly pale and dusty at the moment. He's got a little table with knives and files and awls and little saws and the like, and lots of sandpaper, and some creamy-coloured rocks, as well as water and soft cloths and oils. For some reason, this work produces lots of soft ( Read more... )

It's windy on the other side of the door for Charles, who comes in with a shake of his head and a slightly resigned expression. He'd planned to go home, shower, and maybe spend an hour or so in the gym; apparently the universe had other plans ( Read more... )