The door opens, and closes, on a scene of trailers at night. (Some are lit up, and several aren't. The last show of the night is over, clean-up's done, and most of the circus folk are heading to bed ( Read more... )

Amy comes in this evening with her hands full of envelopes, sealed with gold wax and ribbons, carefully and formally addressed in the swirling script of a palace scribe to Queen Susan of Narnia, Miss Marguerite Giry and Mr. Andrew Wells, Miss Anne Shirley, Mr. Logan Echolls, King Caspian X and Queen Lucy of Narnia, King Mendanbar of the Enchanted ( Read more... )

Enter Gilbert Blythe, books under one arm, walking with the determined walk of someone who knows exactly where he is going.

Or rather, who thinks he knows exactly where he is going. Because this is pretty clearly not the library.

"This place again?"

Well, it has been a while.

But apparently the White Sands schoolhouse isn't quite through surprising its soon-to-be former school master.

Gilbert Blythe is in the bar.

The door opens and in walks Phil, who suddenly looks very surprised.

"Milliways! Goodness gracious!"

She breaks out in a huge grin and pops on over to the Bar to get a cup of tea, scanning the bar for friends and acquaintances.

[ OOM: One birthday, one ramble, two whimsical teenagers, many dreams of the future. There's even Shakespeare. And flowers, for the Anne-girl. Rated W for Wholesomeness. (Sorry, Bernard.)]

It's a dreary sort of day in Avonlea--the type of winter day when it is too warm to snow, and too gray to be nice, and a continuous drizzle of rain only flattens without refreshing ( Read more... )

Here's someone who hasn't had an entry post in a while.

Gilbert Blythe, with a pile of geometry problems he'd love to have an excuse not to work on right now.

He also has cookies. He's a polite sort of person, and will probably share.

[OOC: Mun is multitasking. Tags may be slow, but should be here for a while.]

Gilbert Blythe is sitting at a table in the middle of the bar, staring somewhat morosely at a frog.

The frog is in the middle of the table, staring back at Gil.

The frog is also, it should be noted, singing highlights from Andrew Lloyd Webber musicals.

Gil would probably welcome interruptions, and the frog loves an audience.

ETA: [OOC: Must ( Read more... )

The door to the White Sands Schoolhouse has once again refused to open to the White Sands School ( Read more... )