[Out of Milliways, and into Twin Peaks:

Why don't you come to me now
more like you are]

The end of February was not a great time for Harry; too many memories of the same time last year, when everything started to go wrong. He's an essentially level-headed person, though, and his funk has more or less subsided ( Read more... )

It's been a good while since Joan last made an appearance in the bar - apart from cutting through to find her own door and head on into work, of course ( Read more... )

[OOC: Out of Milliways, and Into Twin Peaks:

Seasons Greetings]

[ Upstairs in Milliways, and out of:

Joan officially takes her leave from her world, and the bar - with a little help from the sheriff. ]

[ tiny tag: joan holloway]

The door opens to allow in a parka-clad figure, not so much dusted as caked with snow; the black cowboy hat is the worst victim. It looks frosted. The badge is a shiny gleam somewhere in all the white ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Joan meets a stranger in the hallways upstairs. Warnings for bitey vampire bloodplay. ]Joan's lost track of what time it is - or even what day it is - when she wakes in her own bed, still dressed in the same clothes from the night before. A trip to the mirror confirms how terrible she feels and looks, her face completely devoid of any and ( Read more... )

Joan's sitting at the bar tonight in an almost-off-the-shoulder black silk dress and jewelry that appears to be worth much more than it actually is. (There's only so much a girl can afford on a office manager's salary, after all ( Read more... )

There's very little time that passes between the moment when Joan walks into the bar and the moment when she walks behind the bar.

(Apart from a small note written on a cocktail napkin, courtesy of Bar.)

HAPPY HOUR

Pink Squirrel Martini
Harpoon
Screwdriver
Mint Julep

In the meantime, she'll light a cigarette while she waits.

[ tiny tag: joan ( Read more... )

It is not the day after Thanksgiving in Twin Peaks; if it was, Harry would be watching football.

It's just an ordinary day in November, and Harry Truman is back in the bar after work, enjoying a cup of coffee and idly half-reading the newspaper. He has some chores to get to around the house, but he also has some time to relax.