Dickon has, so far, remained cheerfully unaware of any love-in-idleness shenanigans aside from those he helped put right a few weeks ago.

Which is why, as he takes a seat at the bar and orders tea, he's not feeling terribly wary.

Fortunately, he's not feeling terribly sleepy, either.

It is a bright, sunny day, and Ingress is relaxing on the grassy shore of the lake ( Read more... )

Duo is sitting by the fireplace, reading. He is wearing ratty jeans and has bare feet. He's pretty obviously relaxing.

He has no idea.

Archibald Craven has always been a selfish and self-indulgent man, and there have been very few willing to challenge him when he went into his darker moods since Lilias Craven died. In the days since he quarreled with Lucy Pevensie he indulged himself first by shutting himself up in his rooms and later by expressing his will rather forcibly to the ( Read more... )

Last time Mary Lennox was in the bar, she received some very unpleasant news. And when she walks in today, her face is sharper and colder than it's been in weeks or even months ( Read more... )

Ace occassionaly has too much time, and not enough to keep her busy ( Read more... )

So a few days ago, Wellard and Duo got to talking. The subject of a trip to Duo's world and time came up, so--

[OOM: Hijinks OF THE FUTURE]

Covering such things as pizza, modern fashion, space shuttles, and money laundering.Duo has headed upstairs with a few bags of things to put away. Wellard, however, (in jeans and a white and burgundy button- ( Read more... )

There is a tall blond man outside, walking away from the Bar with his back towards the lake. He's gone over the land often enough, in depth enough, to know exactly where he needs to stand for this. It's not the kind of thing you do lightly, after all. Not even if you're a God.
( "Stay," said Belar to the sea, raising one hand. His voice wasn't loud ( Read more... )

The hundreds of rooms in Misselthwaite Manor naturally possess hundreds of doors.  Archibald Craven occupies himself, one restless and rainy afternoon, by exploring the corridors near his wing of the manor ( Read more... )

Mary Lennox is sitting at a table; and, unusually, there's a small bright smile on her face ( Read more... )