It's been a long night and there is still a while yet till first light. But he cannot abide opening any more chests with old treasures - and memories, let's not forget memories - tonight. So he has gone here instead and has settled down close to the fire, a mug of mulled, spicy wine at hand and a slightly distant look in his eyes ( Read more... )

It’s a shame, really, that Dumbledore’s Army (newly formed) can’t come to Milliways en masse to train. It would be ever so convenient. Umbridge would certainly never ever catch them here. Luna had even suggested it to Anthony Goldstein and Cho Chang. Both of whom had looked at her uncertainly and gone on debating the merits of the Forbidden ( Read more... )

The White Hot Room doesn't forget.

The same cannot always be said of Jean Grey.
Who is still finding pieces. Of herself. Of everything.

Who stares at the room, momentarily confused.

Her head tilts. Oh. Milliways. She remembers this.
(If not why it, or what, woke her up this time.)

OOC: Open until it scrolls. Maybe even after.

"You've been saving that move, haven't you?"
There's a soft laugh with the words.

Jean is at the bar. Playing chess. With The Bar.

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

It was time. She felt it within her. Pulling at her very being. The need to be back where she started. A home that had been made just for her. Given to her, really. No, not really. Xavier's was a place for everyone. Now though... it was time to return home. Back to her husband and to a life she loved and enjoyed. She'd miss everyone in the ( Read more... )

Memories come and memories fade. Minds open and shut like doors leading to another place or another time. Some are loud and some are soft as mice, maybe even softer. There are those that can be forced open and some that will forever remain closed. Eyes fill with fire and she looks to the skies as her body lifts from the ground. Fire spreads out and ( Read more... )

For most of the afternoon and evening, Irina has been outside, practicing her form with her rapier.

When she comes back into the bar, her back is still straight, and she still stands tall.

The extent to which she has worked is most telling in the rise and fall of her chest, and the way her dark hair sticks to her face. Irina takes a seat at the bar, ( Read more... )

Jack has a book with him in case it's slow (today it's Hero With a Thousand faces) and takes a moment to ponder the specials:

Today's Specials
Tequila Sunrise
Tequila Mockingbird
the Perfect Margerita

"Welcome to Happy Hour. What can I get you?"

[tiny tags: Maj. Evan Lorne]

The Door doesn't open on a room. The other side shows what appears to be the interior of a Range Rover. Smells of scorched rubber and cordite waft through. If one looks closely, there's a brief glimpse of splintered glass and dents in the roof ( Read more... )