Antigone's in the bar tonight.

As for where she's been-- well, that's not so important. The days have passed for her much as they did before, with flowers and gardens and the whispers of the trees, with long nights sitting by the fire, with never quite brushing her hair or putting on a presentable dress. And she's been largely content, if restless ( Read more... )

If you asked Saionji, on a scale of one to ten, how much he loved his Halloween costume, he would say, "CHUUUUUUU!!!!"

Oh, it's pretty damn chu all right.

He'd leave, but he can't reach the doorknob anymore.

She spent time this afternoon out by the lake -- out in the lake, and a little above. On the Black Pearl, helping with repairs ( Read more... )

Saionji enters the bar and crosses to the bar, leaving a red notebook. For a moment he hesitates, but seems to decide to remain for now ( Read more... )

Sweet leans against th bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, looking red-faced dapper and amused as usual.

He's humming. FEAR.

( and such an interesting choice of songs )

*Meg's sitting at a booth in the bar, with a fire extinguisher well within her sights.

Theoretically, she's working on a lesson plan.

But every fifteen seconds or so, her eyes dart up, scanning the bar for dancing. Which alas means she has not made much progress on the aforementioned lesson plan.*

Saionji sitting in the bar at a table, drinking coffee.

When

Something is germinating inside.

Where

Something waiting to be set off.

Who

Be afraid.

Which

[OOC: Pop-medley locked]

A green-haired teenaged boy in a white uniform is seated at the Bar; Saionji has been out of Milliways for several weeks, but he found himself with an empty evening, and he'd rather spend it here than in his dorm room.

In a vague concession to his catch-up work, he has a Japanese translation of Herman Hesse's Demian with him, but it's being ( Read more... )

[OOC: Out of Milliways: Saionji gets some roses, with a side order of BEING A WEIRDO.

Saionji is in and out briefly.

He leaves a bouquet of a dozen dark red roses, a few shades darker than her coat, for Antigone, wrapped in a sheet of paper from a Japanese newspaper.

[OOC: Pre-Milliways]Saionji hasn't been to Milliways in more than a week, on his side of the door. He wasn't sure he was ever going to come back; it's associated in his mind with his time of exile ( Read more... )