Mina strides into the Bar, stopping a few steps in, looking around in some confusion. Her normally carefully smoothed hair lies around her shoulders in loose curls, cascading down her back. She's clad in her hunting outfit, black leather from head to toe. There is even, if you look very closely, a small fleck of blood, high on one pale cheekbone ( Read more... )

London, 1899.  City of a million souls.  An endless series of diversions, sacred and profane.  He could spend years alone just exploring her underground tunnels and passage ways, not to mention her drawing rooms and publican houses, her parlours and the twisting labyrinth of her streets and alleys.  It is a strange and wondrous place, teeming ( Read more... )

It had been a long time since Mina had been in the Bar. On Christmas Day, her door had reappeared, and she had taken the chance to leave, not even risking stopping to say goodbye, or leave a note for any who might wonder what had become of her ( Read more... )

Kate comes in through the back door looking slightly agitated. She was madder than an old wet hen just a week ago, but as the mood in the stables has calmed down, so has hers. The horses aren't so out of sorts, and most of the damage has been cleaned up ( Read more... )

There is a startled-looking Victorian gentleman standing in the doorway.

This is not Jonathan Harker's office.

tinytag: jonathan harker

[OOC: Open all day! I am unlikely to be able to tag any threads tomorrow, but should be back Christmas night.]

Mina is bored. So bored that Bar felt it neccessary to provide her with some kind of distraction. Reading material, in fact, though not quite what Mina usually peruses. Retreating to a booth, glass of red wine in hand, Mina opens the flimsy book and begins to read ( Read more... )

When Dick Winters approaches the bar, he's confronted by a small napkin. Picking it up in one hand, he laughs silently when he sees what it says.

"You sure about that?" he asks, shrugging when another napkin appears. Making his way behind the bar, he straightens out his shirt before writing on the specials board.

Specials

Eagle Eye
Easy Does It
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Mina's ragged self-discipline has finally worn down her resolve to remain in the bar, to watch for her door. She hungers, and no food provided by the bar can sate her ( Read more... )

Mina is adjusting to living in the Bar. Her eyes still flick to where her door should be far too often, but she's learning that patience she always struggled with at home.

She's even managed to beg some clean clothes off of Bar, black and white and red all over, still very attached to her black velvet coat. She's left it upstairs for the time ( Read more... )

Mina Harker is a woman of many talents. Thus, reading a book held in one hand, while walking, and scribbling notes in pencil on the shirt cuff of the hand holding the book, is a fairly normal occurrence ( Read more... )