Katherine is sitting at the bar tonight, a white cotton dress on, blonde curls pinned up loosely off her neck ( Read more... )

Luke is in the bar ( Read more... )

Those who already know Roger may not recognize the figure walking in right now.

For one, he's not accompanied by Pongo.

In addition, he in no way looks happy.

A newspaper is clutched in his hands, and he winds his way to the piano, dark circles under his eyes, features drawn and worry all over his face. He stumbles as he reaches the bench, but pulls ( Read more... )

[ oom; Cruella arrives, and so do the puppies. ]

That man?

Sitting at the piano?

Playing a light, jazzy tune?

Doesn't look like he could be any happier. The same goes for the dog by his feet.

If you're watching his hands closely, you may spy a gold band on the fourth finger of his right hand.

[ ooc; Yeah, I've been neglecting this pup. I'm going to be a little laggy, but I will be tagging back. ]

Roger's down in the Bar, writing notes. He's not staying long before going back up.

Everyone to whom I have promised lessons:

I have not reneged on my promise. Please leave a note or two for me detailing when you are usually free, and I will try to work something out.

Thank you,
Roger

Witch inna bar.
She's not so much busy with anything magical just now, though she will be later.

She's putting up a notice on the bulletin board, before she goes to have dinner.

The note reads,
Bound patron would like to find someone(s) to teach her the basics of two or three subjects: piano playing, Earth (late twentieth to twenty-first century, ( Read more... )

The Bar is up by two intensely happy patrons: Roger and Pongo.

It's been a few weeks for them, but just a few days in Bar.

Anyone even remotely close to them will be able to feel the lovestruck vibes, and it sort of helps that Roger is singing a love song in an awfully dream-like state, and neither are walking in straight lines at all. They move with ( Read more... )

A year ago, bar time, there was the promise of more pleasant conversations in the future. Today, Sarah Jane can't imagine time being any more pleasant than her past week. Although she had been stuck in a hospital room, although her belly hurt horribly whenever the pain medication wore off, and although she couldn't see her husband and her ( Read more... )

[ oom; Love in London! ]