Iris loses track of time so easily. She really needs to make a better effort at keeping track.

But that doesn't bother her today. Today she's just sitting by the fire, absorbed in her book.

Fakir is slowly circumnavigating the bar, running his hands over the wood paneling on the walls. Perhaps there's a catch somewhere, and if he finds it, the door will open ( Read more... )

It's been a while since Iris has been at Milliways. She's been who knows where, doing who knows what.

But here she is now, sitting at one of the tables, a cup of tea and a book in front of her. Strands of The Who can be heard coming from the earphones hanging around her neck by anyone who closely passes by ( Read more... )

It's been a long time since she's been here. Too long. But time really doesn't mean too much when you've been around for so long.

Instead of going inside, Iris decides instead to lay out on the grass beside the lake, wings spread out beneath her, eyes closed behind tinted glasses.

Ah, spring.

Time has gone by. One can only tell with the Hiros is when one greets the other without too much enmity ( Read more... )

For the first time since spring has started, Iris enters the bar. Smiling at random patrons and humming to herself, she moves to the bar where she orders a Rainbow Brew ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Millitimed to during the Puppet Plot and before the Lake Party. timezones are evil and silly and we should get rid of them. ahem.

Iris takes Yrael to earth, starting in Greece, where he doesn't take the entire Greek Library with him, and ending in Japan, where he becomes the next Japanese Idol.]

Iris is sitting at a table, flipping through a very very old manuscript. The pages crinkle with age as she turns them.

Occasionally she leans back to take a sip from the mug sitting on the table behind her. There's no way she's getting anything on this book.

Iris feels like today is a hat day, therefore she enters the bar for the first time in a little over a month, hat upon her head.

She blinks at all the walking and talking puppets.

"Huh."

Then, with a content smile, she heads to a table, where she orders a root beer float from a passing waitrat. It's a root beer float day, too.

Iris hums under her breath as she enters the bar with a small bag hanging off her arm. She immediately claims a bar stool and takes two small boxes out of the bag, which she places on Bar. As the boxes disappear, a bigger one takes their place. Tilting her head, Iris opens the package ( Read more... )