In the category of things that should not be in the bar but are anyway, there is a Miniver ( Read more... )

This is the time when your lot begs your favors to play.
This is the cobwebbing duskling that begs you to stay
Close to the stairway, half way between fire and frost.
This is the place where the future is gained, or is lost. It's been two nights without sleep, and much of that time spent outside by the lake, or more or less cowering in his room. ( Read more... )

It's just past sunrise on the other side of the door: November 7th, the morning of the election, twenty-four hours before Manhattan's set to be leveled by a nuclear explosion ( Read more... )

Miniver is down in the bar today. He's curled up in one of the big chairs in front of the fireplace. Anyone watching might note that he is sitting very, very still. More so than usual. He's not even fidgeting. His right hand is wrapped up rather messily in white cloth. The other hand is holding a glass of whiskey. He moves only to sip it ( Read more... )

Darren Nichols needs to eat. Otherwise he would not be downstairs.

As it is, he's at the bar. He's eating a sandwich, which is not his first choice but is the most practical, since his other arm is in a sling this morning and cutlery is too difficult to operate with only one hand ( Read more... )

The fire crackles and spits, and outside the night is cool but the chirping insects, the budding trees, the coos of birds unseen all tell of the warmth of the day and that which will come ( Read more... )

[ooc: And this is how I make up for not posting any of my pups in in quite some time. :D Specify who you tag, please! Also, there will be sporadic AFKing by me throughout the day. Just fyi!]

It's a gorgeous, gorgeous Spring day outside. Some of Heather's pups are making the best of it, some of them are not.

Monk is outside, lounging in a chair near ( Read more... )

Miniver is in the bar tonight. This is interesting because of the manner in which he is sitting -- namely, on a table, surrounded by small pots of partly-blooming Easter lilies -- fortunately not one of the plants he will eventually start bitching about being allergic to when Spring progresses more. He's even got one particularly large blossom ( Read more... )

(OH, God! It was the house, the house that shivered and splintered, rotted to the very planks of floor and in the very mortar of the stone--it quailed--it wailed--it shook into a roar of dust. In despair did the brother fall to the floor, in maddening terror did the sister fall upon him, and so did the house fall too, bearing them down and into ( Read more... )

Miniver is in the bar.

Sulking.

His Bosie got himself imprisoned for a few days.

Sulk sulk woe.

He's in a booth. Looking woeful.

PLEASE stop him before the meta audience starts throwing bad fruit at his bad overacting.