*Moiraine comes downstairs. She is deathly pale, and although she seems serene, it is a brittle calm. She does not look well.*

*Quietly, she asks the bar for mint tea, and takes it to a corner table, where she sits and stares into space, trembling slightly.*

*watches Bernard sneak off to bed, and goes behind the bar, giving it a quick wipedown before shouting out ( Read more... )

*Stumbles into the bar, turning to laugh at something Gil has said as he passed ( Read more... )

*enters, and walks over to the bar*

Tea, please.

*takes the cup that appears and takes a sip*

*swallows, with an effort*

*looks suspiciously at cup*

Lord Peter descends the stairs, carrying a large book full of small scraps of notepaper. He sees the note on the bar bulletin board, and, after contemplating how it is attached -- lifting the corners, trying to tear off a little, attempting to smear the ink -- he shrugs, grins, and signs his name with an expensive fountain pen that does not, it ( Read more... )

*enters the bar, wearing a cream jumper and slightly faded blue jeans, carrying a cardboard box. He looks faintly uncomfortable in the new clothes, and looks even more uncomfortable when he catches Crowley's eye, going pink and grinning at the floor. He picks up a glass from the bar, balancing it precariously on the box, and walks over to join the

If anyone cared to look, this sunny afternoon, they might find Lord Peter out on the banks of the lake. Golf club in hand, he is kitted out in full 1920's golfing regalia; ridiculous trousers, high socks, saddle shoes, sweater-vest, and jaunty cap.

Ha!

He swings at a ball tee'd up on the bank, and it flies out over the lake, landing with a quiet ( Read more... )

*wanders into the room, making his way behind the bar and looking to see who's about before nodding to himself*

Night hours are beginning! I'll take your drink and food orders for the evening.

Oh, and sorry for the lack of service recently; been travelling about on urgent business.

[ooc: finally move into the new place, and have the net ( Read more... )

Peter comes down the stairs and into the bar at top speed. He looks around, give a little whoop, and races back up them. There is a pause; then he comes down the stairs again, thinks deeply, closes his eyes, and walks back up the stairs -- or rather, halfway up, as his footsteps stop abruptly before reaching the landing. After a minute they are ( Read more... )

Despite his airy assurances the night before, Lord Peter had no evidence that all would indeed be well. The Lady did not seem to have lost much blood, but he knew from experience the trauma to the body that such things cause. In the war, there were men who died because they wanted that desperately to die, and not because of any bodily injury. Lord ( Read more... )