Fiftieth: Farewells

Fifty-First: Grieving

Fifty-Second: One Slip

Fifty-Third: The Smell of Apples [Reprise]

Fifty-Fourth: Release

[OOC: Warnings for blood, Elan's subconscious, whitetext, woe, and T.S. Eliot.

If you want to read the full text of the poem quoted in Fifty-Two, then go here. If you want to read the earlier sections of the plot, ( Read more... )

[ooc: posted now because this mun has to sleep and wanted to get it done. all farewell threads for both characters to be ongoing until they're finished.]In the end, this is what it comes to. A man and a woman in their thirties, a blue-skinned brother and sister, standing in front of the door ( Read more... )

Michael is in the bar, somewhere, and most of his goodbyes are taking place here (threads still ongoing).

Come find him in either place.

Michael comes into the bar, having finally found the time to do it, and looks around for anyone he knows.

People he doesn't are, of course, also welcome.

This is Miniver ( Read more... )

Michael comes in, in full uniform, and heads to the bar for a drink.

He's rather surprised to be presented with two presents when he gets there. Someone forgot about Christmas, since it was months ago for him.

It's been a long stretch in life for Random Dent, who has gone by quite a many names by now, and is called many many different things by many many different people, and has been the epitome of angsty teenager, the troubled girl with the Electra complex, the mad musician, the calculated killer, and now?

Well, stepping into Milliways today, she's ( Read more... )

James Kirk is not a happy man today. He's not happy to be Bound. He's not happy that good people are suffering. He's not happy with the weather, as it gets just a bit treacherous for jogging and continues to be all wrong for riding a horse he's never met ( Read more... )

[OOM: Millitimed to Friday evening, Shelley drops by the Antar palace to catch up with Michael.]

Sam's curled on a sofa in front of the fire, sleepily nibbling at chips. In between drowsing and chip-eating, he's reading something in one of the Heavenly languages: Arcadian. Or at least, he's looking at the pages ( Read more... )