A man walks through many doors in his lifetime, but it is a finite number: eventually, there will always be a last time through any given door ( Read more... )

For Antony, it hasn't been hardly any time at all, though for Milliways it has been three years since he has come in from this particular point in his timeline--during Caesar's civil war, remaining behind to command the troops in Italy while Caesar pursues Pompey's legions elsewhere ( Read more... )

[Pups who go down by the lake are welcome to join the birthday party for Mark Antony happening there. Given that this is Alexandria-era Antony and Cleopatra, it's probably best to keep it adult-pups only. In addition, since your humble host is both unwell and having to go to bed early, slowtime is not a matter of if but of when. But it'll be up ( Read more... )

Friend, Roman, cavalryman... general, triumvir, the Living Dionysus: Mark Antony is radiant in his Alexandrian finest as he steps into the bar tonight.

Oh, it's been a good day ( Read more... )

Of all the things historians may have said about General Mark Antony in 47 BC, when he was Master of the Horse in Rome and governing the Italian peninsula while Caesar was away fighting the Pompeyan faction, it's probably unlikely that any have noted that he is a man who knows where his towel is. But it's true, at least today as he comes into the ( Read more... )

Damn, it feels good to be fabulously wealthy, incredibly powerful, beloved by the people of Rome and Egypt alike, and one of the most gifted military commanders of his day. It almost makes up for the shame of being a kept man, and of 'going native.' Life's funny sometimes.The Antony that swaggers into the bar today, tattooed, eyeliner-wearing, ( Read more... )

Math nerd alert. Muse of Geometry behind the bar, pencil stuck through her messy bun, with a computer open in front of her. Tonight, the plan is to graph the alcoholic preferences of the Bar's patrons. The sign behind her is almost illegible, but good enough.

Come order drinks. I need more points to plot. Lots of points. Please help.

Word had reached Rome of a defeat in North Africa. Two legions on Caesar's side, destroyed.

Two legions destroyed, and with the men their commander, cut down like grain at the harvest.

Their commander, Curio. Dashing, charismatic, fascinating Curio, the man for whom everything had seemed to come naturally, easily. Curio, whom everyone had ( Read more... )

Drinking and sleeping and lounging in the bath can only take up so much of one's day--believe me, Mark Antony has certainly tried. Eventually, even he needs to find other amusements, which is why he is out at the training yard going through his exercises ( Read more... )

Never let it be said that being woefully unqualified and unprepared ever stopped Mark Antony from doing something that suited his fancy. He has a lot of faith in his ability to show up and charm and/or bully his way through--it hasn't failed him yet ( Read more... )