Bernard is in the bar.

At the usual table.

So tired.

So, so tired.

The kid's a doll, but he doesn't sleep more than two hours at a time.

His mun couldn't quite get things done early enough to do a tending post.

His mun also has to go to bed early-ish, so. Be aware. :D

Helen's in the bar!

She's got on a new, blue shirt, with embroidery on the edges, and a long, flowing black skirt. She also has her tray. Don't forget the tray!

She takes up her position by the bar, and looks around cheerfully.

"May I help you?"

*Alanna walks in the front door and pushes the brim of her cap up as she scans the room. Her eyes linger on the infirmary. Shaking herself, she sighs and walks up to the bar, slowly shedding layers of clothing. She orders dinner, pulling a scroll out of her pack to read while she eats.*

Malfoy Manor is quiet of late. Not that it usually wasn't, but the quiet that has permeated the mansion in the last few months has a distinctively eerie quality. One Narcissa has become accustomed to ( Read more... )

Guppy comes into the bar from the back door and goes over to the bar. He takes a small map of the world from his pocket and puts a cross next to one of the vertical lines ( Read more... )

Amy has tea and pen and paper, and is scribbling notes again.

Still humming.

She seems happy.

Come say hello?

Cywyllog is sitting at a table, chin resting on her hands, staring directly at the door. Except the door isn't there.

After the last couple of days, this is the last thing she needs.

Come bother her before she starts weeping.

There's a quiet and pensive poet, bundled up outside. Todd was walking around, out near the lake. From his perspective upon his arrival to Milliways, he had gone from winter to late summer. And now it was back to winter again in only a few months. He wasn't obviously upset, more the ache of an old wound at this point. The time for tears was long ( Read more... )

Elaine comes downstairs for her shift, clad in her normal shift clothes of a T-shirt ("Milliways Barmaid--Hands Off!") and jeans, her hair braided back.

She's in a good mood, despite the anniversary of her death two days ago.

That she's still not thinking of, of course. Not a bit.

But she's here, in a good mood, and ready to take orders.

Gilbert Blythe, in the bar, ignoring his book (Virgil), but actually paying attention to the world around him.

He seems to be in a good mood. Or at least a better mood than he has been.

Of course, appearances can be deceiving.

Only one way to find out.

Have at.