[Soon after this]A girl blinked and then raised her hand as a puppy came dashng past her into the Bar. She hasn't been seen in bar for some time, this pale blond child, but her movements are as graceful as ever as she glides past people in an attempt to catch up to Foolish ( Read more... )

Millitime invoked.Out of the infirmary is good- even if Wellard is moving stiffly, and carefully. He may still be on the mend- but he alive, and will be better, and now well enough to be in the bar, with his papers and plans ( Read more... )

[After a peaceful day]The door opens upon a girl with a basket in her arms, and those who are looking may note the slight widening of her eyes, the briefest flash of panic. It is quickly hidden though as she erases even the faintest hint of a smile from her lips, and steps into Bar ( Read more... )

[OOM: A foolish puppy picks out a Tool]

[OOMs: A new life for Tool, her reactions to it, and later, a haircut]

[OOM: All threads milltimed to the 19th of March, as Ashie is a SPAZ and forgot. Now that that's out of the way...

In the House of Arch, Bianca and the cursed!Lucy have a final run in, which ends in Bianca prudently running to get help when Lucy's fingers ' slip' while firing a bow and arrow. Bianca finds Merriman Lyon, and he uncurses Lucy, who ( Read more... )

[A souls journey, in three parts. Leaving, Shadows, and Endings]A girl stumbles in. A graceful stumble, she dares never to lose grace. Her large eyes are haunted, and she certainly does not see the Bar she stumbles into. No, she'd been looking for something, anything to end things ( Read more... )

Martha is, again, in to check for messages.

There are, again, none.

However any night she doesn't have to cook for herself in a house that was supposed to hold two or more people is a good night. She orders a dinner, finds a table, and commences watching the stars die.

There are two plates, if anyone is interested in keeping her company.

There were threats of bodily harm, so thus ( Read more... )

There is a doll-like girl sitting on a couch. Oddly, she sits far too still, arrays herself far too carefully for anything to truly ring right about her ( Read more... )