When the door opens to the bar, Sara is a little surprised.

It's been a couple of months.

She finds a seat in a booth and orders decaffeinated coffee from one of the waitrats.

[ooc: This is Sara's last post in the bar before her retirement. Come one, come all. Slowtimes accepted.]

The door opens.

In just a few days here, almost two years have passed in Middle-Earth; but if anything, Faramir looks almost a little younger than he would have seemed when he left here. Peace and joy have that effect on a person ( Read more... )

The door has been there for some time now ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Sometimes, the plans get changed without your permission - April goes to Ray's world and runs into a big problem ( Read more... )

It's late. The bar is quiet, but that's how he's preferred it of late. More and more a hermit. More and more going through the motions instead of living. A silent guard, a watchful pair of eyes, but not a man ( Read more... )

Perhaps the best word to describe Mary Lennox tonight is 'smug.' Smugness is practically radiating out of her. She sits on her chair smugly, she drinks her milkshake smugly, and she flips through her book on exotic plants virtuously and smugly as she compares the pictures to the small pile of plants on the table next to the book ( Read more... )

A Prince comes into the Bar.

His clothing seems... ill-fitting.

Fucking Milliways.

He adjusts his belt for the 8000th time and wanders to a booth, ordering a mug of ale from a passing waitrat.

Nothing to do, really, but wait for it to go away and listen for screaming indicating any possible source of the disturbance.

Draco and Miniver were sitting at a table. Draco was currently reading over a book on basic charms to Miniver, and practicing with his wand to demonstrate. So there were sometimes bubbles, smoke creatures, or other simple trifles ( Read more... )

Faramir is in the Bar tonight, security badge clipped to his belt... but he's not really patrolling. He is reading, nearing the very end of an extremely large book. He's stopped turning the pages.

Come ask why he's grinning like that.

One year ago, on this date, Sara was a crumpled sobbing mess on the lake shore, clutching a red spandex costume to her chest.

This year, she's not doing anything so dramatic.

A candle is lit and she stares out at the continuing destruction, almost entranced.