Asher walks the edge of the darkened lake, brooding and hurt. His room - or at least his furniture, and most particularly his bed - is no more than matchsticks, the victim of rage that had overwhelmed him when Nathaniel had walked out the door. Mania past, Asher was left feeling weak, broken, and unable to think about staying in his room. The ( Read more... )

There is a little grey kitten roaming the bar today.

There is a grim dark Goth by the fireplace as well, but he is much less noticeable than the small grey feline wandering around the bar and sniffing for anything edible, preferably with fish in it.

Charlie's outside, as a guy again--thank heaven--doing yoga. The flexibility exercises are taking his mind off what's been stuck on his mind all night; Doc stung him deeper than he expected, telling him he was using sex to change Teja.
Just a little whore, you have to use what you're good at to get a man on their back...He went through the motions ( Read more... )

The weather has been warming, so Lærke is entering the Bar proper from the back door. Her shawl is knotted a bit more loosely than usual and not clutched nearly as tightly ( Read more... )

The back door opens and a small bundle of shawls stumbles into the Bar, accompanied by a strong gust of icy air. The bundle stomps its feet (it's wearing proper boots, at least) and hurries toward the fireplace. The shawls begin to loosen as a pair of red, chapped hands emerge and reach for the fire ( Read more... )

*He's got no deeds to do,
No promises to keep.
He's dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep.
Let the morning evenin' time drop all its petals on me him.
Life, I he loves you,
All is groovy.*

*There is an Yrael stretched out on the couch, taking up way too much space, and not even really caring.*

*Yrael is content.*

*All is groovy.*

Jason is out at the treeline, watching the shadows lengthen. Not too much longer to wait.
He scans the area around him, taking in the scents and wondering if he'll meet up with a certain leopard tonight. He smiles to himself and goes back to watching the sunset.
It's safe to talk to him, at least for a bit longer.

Archie's in the bar at a table nearer the back door than usual. Watchful. Full moon and all. If you need a warning, he's your man. Of course, he's open to non moon-related conversation as well, as always.

Tom was out by the lake earlier today, preparing for the birthday ball. He'd been most disturbed to discover scorched earth and the lingering traces of wild magic - disturbed, wild magic - near the site he'd planned ( Read more... )

It's been a long while, but Jason is back in the Bar proper. He's curled on a couch cradling a small Danish child, reading to her from a book of faerie tales.
They must not be too graphic, because Laerke is curled happily against him hanging on every word.
But feel free to interrupt.
[OOC: As there has been Stuff and Being Away, please Ping ( Read more... )