Sam is sitting on the jetty in the late-evening glow, leaning back on one hand and eating a pink-and-white ice cream with the other. (Raspberries and cream, for the record. He approves.) He's swinging bare feet a little, periodically letting them dabble in the water ( Read more... )

[OOM: Our past is always too close.Demeter is not terribly aware as she walks down the stairs from her room, she had slept so quickly after putting Momiji to bed and woken in such shock. She's not sure whether she wants to walk until she can't feel her feet and doesn't know the land under them or just sit ( Read more... )

(It has been two days in the desert.)

The pilot's back in full gear today, ready to head back to the heat and the sand.

He does not, however, leave immediately.

Taking a seat at the bar, he doesn't know how soon he expects things to happen, but he seems content to wait.

He's botherable in the meanwhile.

[ tiny tag with a wandering heart: the pilot

ooc: ( Read more... )

oom: droit devant soi on ne peut pas aller bien loin… - text from le petit princeThe pilot seems unusually chipper tonight, strolling in with his hands in his pockets and heading straight for the bar. With a quiet request, he procures a cigarette from Lady Bar, and, as he sticks it between his lips, gets a lighter, too ( Read more... )

Sam's out the back, sitting on a rock so large it's practically a boulder and feeding one of the giant squid.

Moody Lucifer is moody; minimalist mun is minimal, and semi-plotlocked post is semi-plotlocked. Ping at herworldsonfire on AIM if you want a thread, though.

[The tiny tag that could: Cal Chandler, Charles Monroe, The Pilot.]

Charlie comes down the stairs, and is a little surprised at the note that pops up on a cocktail napkin.

"Sure, I can, for a while. Let you catch some sleep." He patted the bar top lightly, cocking his head to read the next note. Specials board is on the bottom shelf, with the cocktails book. He retrieves them both, and sits flicking through the ( Read more... )

It's actually past Christmas, on the other side of Antoine's door. However, this fact is doing little to stop him from partaking in the holiday spirit.

He is currently functioning as a bit of an accessory to the couch. His six-foot frame is long enough to take up the entire couch, his head just missing an arm of the couch, his feet propped up, legs ( Read more... )

On one side of the bar, Antoine de Saint Exupéry is attempting to write a letter home, and by 'home', we mean 'to his wife'. He is, as of yet, a little unsure of how to phrase said letter, mostly because there is no way of posting it in the middle of the Sahara desert. But he seems to be doing alright.

He's dressed in clothes that Lady Bar has ( Read more... )

Early on the morning of the 4th, several very brightly colored signs went up around the bar. These signs were decorated with all manner of glitter, and shiny ribbons, and perhaps a touch of magic to make them hard to miss:

BONFIRE AT BEACH - TONIGHT(Birthday party for Atton Rand ( Read more... )

Now, Antoine isn't going to refuse Lady Bar anything.

So when he sees the note that asks, in perfect French, would he please tend bar, he's hardly in a position to say no.

As a result, there's now an aviator behind the bar, writing on the specials board in a neat hand:

Specials
French Connection
Desert Water
Aviator Fuel
Cognac half-offHave at ( Read more... )