It was quite impossible to describe.
Here is what it looked like.
It looked like a piano sounds
shortly after being dropped down a well.
It tasted yellow, and it felt Paisley.
It smelled like the total eclipse of the moon. After that delightful experience, the Fool has gathered himself up a drink and is staring morosely into the fire. As to ( Read more... )

After his bad dream, William only briefly passed through the Bar. When he comes in to get some lunch, he stops as he feels his outfit and his hair change and says, "Bar, who the hell am I meant to be ( Read more... )

He's starting to think he works more here than at home. Still, he doesn't attempt to argue this time; he's well aware of the size of his tab. But he's hardly going to submit without stipulations. He's not stupid.

'Gonna make it worth my while, then?'

A napkin appears, with a message that turns his expression from resigned to shocked.

'No need for that ( Read more... )

The front door opens, to let in one young copper with her arms full of paperwork. She's not entirely surprised to be here - it seems the pub never shows up but when she's not at all ready for it ( Read more... )

There is a raucous ruckus. A HORRIBLE crash. A scuffling, a clashing, a scraping and grunting. There is....

Music? Lots of music! And two men, laughing and jeering.

"Pustular abscess!"

"French dog!"

"Have AT you!"

They couldn't possibly still be at this, could they ( Read more... )

If ye're wantin' to talk like a pirate, it may a good idea to learn from the best. Presenting, from a undetermined time while serving under the command of Captain Elizabeth Turner (King of the Pirates), Joshamee Gibbs.

Who is blissfully unaware that someday there will be folks who think that talkin like him is a good idea.

[ooc: There will be ( Read more... )

For once, Mary's not poring over her own world's history as she sips at her tea. Instead, she's shuffling through a few densely-detailed sheets of paper, and frowning ( Read more... )

There's an Atton, with a computer, in the bar. The computer is displaying various holographic maps, listings, and other documents, which he's examining.

There's a sword propped up next to him, although the slightly ragged, wire-tangled appearance would suggest that it's also another weapon prototype which he was meaning to test.

Botherable.

A young woman is sitting at the piano, watching the keys.

Once in a while she reaches out and plays a single note.

A little girl walks into a bar and looks around.

Uh-oh. She shouldn't be here, shouldn't she, no matter how she got here.

She walks out again.

And finds herself inside again.

"I'm dreaming, right?" Bridgette says, to nobody in particular.