[ Pre-Milliway's post. Hooray.In a dark corner of the bar, seven strange, green runes begin to inscribe themselves onto the ground, accompanied by a strange female voice speaking in a long-forgotten language. The summoning circle completes itself with a flash of green light, and Pious Augustus appears in all his skeletal glory. He leans against ( Read more... )

Narcissa has been scarce lately, though it's not on purpose. Sometimes, even a witch as social as her, even if it's by necessity, needs some peace and quiet ( Read more... )

In a chair, drinking vodka, reading Clarke, sits a timeless walker.

A quiet night in front of the fire for Cain.

Felix, tonight, finds himself by the Observation Window. He watches for a moment, then clasps his hands over his heart and sings.

"Good night, my Sheba ( Read more... )

Lilly is back in the bar. Same sign, same smirk. A few more words have been scribbled on the sign, and she's actually got a notebook with her tonight, but this is what happens when you decide that hey, starting a whorehouse was a more brilliant idea than even you realized. The additional words read:

Madam Lilly's Delicate Flowers is still looking ( Read more... )

Molly's back in the bar, having dinner at a table with a good view of the room. She could use some company, and might even share her chips.

Once again, one of the University doors opened to this strange bar. Elda isn't so concerned now, since she returned without any disasters last time ( Read more... )

Sprawled comfortably on a couch somewhere near the window is a red-headed nymph, glancing confusedly between what appears to be a watch and the darkness outside. Judging from the mildly discontented frown, technology and the Underworld do not exactly get along ( Read more... )

So you know the one about the pirate who walks into the bar with a steering wheel on his crotch ( Read more... )

A skull floats in front of a table near the Window. A blank sheet of paper rests on the table. A fountain pen is held by the skull's teeth. The skull just floats up and down idly in front of the piece of paper.

Ah, writer's block.