Henry's told Finn enough about Christmas that some of it's finally seeped in.

So Finn takes the stairs two at a time, and goes to talk to the bar about his gifts. (He asks her to give a mug of hot cocoa to Lethe, two of his drawings of the mountains to Rial and Plourr, a "...thing for babies" [it ends up being a small stuffed elephant] for their ( Read more... )

[OOC: On Eiattu, the empress and emperor disagree.

Later, there is slightly less disagreement.

Millitimed to June. Warning for mention of sexual assault and torture in first thread.]

[OOM: On Eiattu, it's a quiet night in the Estillo-Pernon household. Sort of. Warning for strategically-placed fade to black.]

The first time that Plourr walks in the door, she finds herself wearing a long, antique gold gown, with a low, square neckline, intricate embroidery, and utterly useless flowy sleeves. There is a crown on her head, above tightly-gathered red hair ( Read more... )

Well, here's someone who hasn't been seen in a while.

The blond man in the British police inspector's uniform who enters the bar may not be familiar to some of the newer patrons, but by the look on his face, he finds Milliways a welcome change of pace. A shaggy, adolescent shepherd-type dog of undefinable breed follows obediently at his heels.

Somewhere in all of time and space, there's a bar.

And in this bar, there's a fireplace.

And by this fireplace, there's a blanket spread out picnic-style.

And on this blanket, wrapped around each other, there's a family. There's a mom (one Isplourrdacartha Estillo AKA Plourr Ilo, watching the other two bemusedly, hair down and loose), a dad (one Rial ( Read more... )

[OOM: On Eiattu, after an absence, the Pernons and Estillos (and hyphenated versions thereof) are reunited.]

There's only one thing that says Thanksgiving more clearly than the dead bird in the middle of Kaye's table and that's drinking - alone. It's a light beer, she's totally cutting back in the spirit of the holiday and out of respect for those dead Natives. ...Or possibly she's still hungover from the previous night. Only one way to find out.

[OOC: ( Read more... )

[OOM: On Eiattu, times are both trying and triumphant.

Millitimed to the dark side of the Force and back.]

[OOM: Millitimed to between October 4 and 17, thanks to Rial's cunning scheme, Plourr has visitors. Four of them, to be precise. Some threads still in progress.

On October 19, when the visitors have gone and it's just Plourr and Rial -- well, after what feels like damn near forever, it's not just Plourr and Rial anymore.]