The fresh smell of cherry blossoms filled the air as a gentle breeze flew over the lake. It was soft, sweet, much like a lover's caress as it whirled around the people who were still outside enjoying the warm evening. Gently the branches of the cherry tree that had been planted near by waved about in said breeze like the gentle waves upon the lake ( Read more... )

When Inari woke in the morning she knew something was wrong. Not a bad wrong but something was going to happen. It was an instant feeling of knowing that it was to be her last day within the Bar she had called home for many a year now. Oh the door may return for her sometime, the Kami knew though the questions of when, where, and how were yet to be ( Read more... )

There were many things in the world that Inari was willing to try. Fried ice cream, eating snails, and going to a costume party in a Civil War era dress. Now the last wouldn't be an issue because she liked dresses, but hoop skirts ( Read more... )

When the door shows up for Beckett for the second day in a row, it comes as a bit of a surprise to her, but she heads toward the bar without hesitation, hoping to at least get a cup of decaf out of the deal ( Read more... )

So Inari has been a little more than busy outside her door. Every year there is a little festival held in her honor, which was quite humbling, and she had forgotten about bringing a part of it to the Bar. It was to her a way of saying 'thank you' to the patrons and the place for always being there for her when she needed them ( Read more... )

Since running into a certain rather creepy duo out back in the snow, Inari had been avoiding Milliways for a few days. Not to mention that her mun had to practically beg the voice to come out of hiding for a decent post. While the snows were still about outside the weather was somewhat warm. No bone chilling breeze swept through the trees and down ( Read more... )

Sometimes bad things happen to good people. Like..a car running over their cat or stubbing a toe on a chair. Other times it's being tossed scruff first through a door and being rolled like a bowling ball on the ground. The little white fox didn't stop her rolling until she smacked against the bar where she rested upside down against it ( Read more... )

The thing about snow and foxes was they went hand in hand.

In spite of the white flecks that are falling from the air, the white kimono-clad kami was out standing close to the lake. Two large fans resided in each hand as she danced causing them to swirl about her in their own special way. A soft smile resided upon her face as she moved stepping ( Read more... )

It had been a while since the kitsune had actually been inside the bar wearing something more traditional than a pair of jeans and shirt. But business was business and even kami sometimes had to deal with the joys of paperwork. Which is why the kimono-wearing woman has found herself a quiet little spot in the bar quite possibly near the fireplace ( Read more... )

Doc Potter has, all things considered, been faring pretty well. The fact that he's dead is something that he's accepted, and the feeling of aimlessness that occasionally accompanies it hasn't sunk him down yet.

At present, he's settled at a table, poring over a copy of the Origin of Species, one hand on the book, the other resting on the side of his ( Read more... )