[ooc -- Sirius has removed Bartleby to a locked room, and has no clue what's happened. He's also sopping wet, including his trousers, shirtless, and looking for Kassandra if she's around.]

Right, that's taken care of. *glances back through kitchen*

Now would someone be so kind as to inform my what happened this time? What, did he water the drinks ( Read more... )

Tom and Door walk through the door, happiness radiating from them. Ingress runs in with them, all smiles, clutching magical toys in her hands.

*Tom looks around at what's going on*

What the bloody hell is happening?

*Sara has heard the commontion from upstairs in her room--she'd have been deaf not to--and so enters the main room of the bar wearing both her jacket and holding her left hand. The Witchblade on her right wrist glows slightly, but is still a bracelet. She looks around.*

What the-

*Wings. Fierce bloody fighting. With wings. Shit. Looks for people ( Read more... )

Bartleby walks in, his face calm. "Sirius around?" he asks. "No?" He pins a large notice to the message board.

ATTENTION ( Read more... )

*Sara pauses at the foot of the stairs the turns back to the bar ( Read more... )

*Sara enters from the stairs, looking over the crowd and feeling a bit naked without her jacket and gun--she left them up in her room and is almost beginning to regret it. She notices Tonks and waves, then steps towards the bar.*

Has anyone seen a black motorcycle helmet? I think I left it last ( Read more... )

*Sirius walks in, looking vaguely as though he has been rolling in wet grass, which is not too far off the mark, but still clean and relatively tidy*

*He hesitates, then raises his hands for attention*

Good evening, ladies, gentlemen, ethereals, immortals, fates, muses, gods, all, and sundry except for Tom Riddle and AJ Crowley they can have a ( Read more... )

*Tonks quietly enters the bar, retrieves a grape soda, and looks to see who's there. She waves to Door and makes her way to a small table off to the side. Mostly, she's worried by who's not there.*

Bartleby looks around the bar dully.

"In charge? Fine. Anyone for a drink?"