It's a beautiful night. Fresh clear air, the kind that only comes after rain. The wild scent of it makes her grin. Kaye is half sprawled on the damp grass by the lake, with a bottle of vodka. It would surprise you how many people leave their alcohol unattended, or perhaps it wouldn't. It's disgusting, she thinks, lacking the dignity of bourbon, or ( Read more... )

A young man - at least, he looks young - all in scruffy black enters the bar from a crowded, dusty London street, a rolled newspaper under his arm. He's licking a large chocolate ice cream with a chocolate stick in it and grinning cheerfully with the half-smirky, boyish grin of someone who knows he's won something highly important. It's an ( Read more... )

Melpomene has spent the weekend dancing, being horribly drunk, and subsequently falling asleep and having really trippy dreams. And then she woke up with no voice.

She has her voice back now, but she's not using it at the moment - she's in an armchair by the fire, feet propped up and dozing.

Outside, there's a brief rush of wind.

A few minutes later, one of the tables has a blonde young man at it, reading. Occasionally he reads aloud, though under his breath; it sounds like poetry, from what can be heard.

Melpomene sits in a dusky corner of the bar, watching the shouting, laughing people as they pass by. She looks restless, though her boots are crossed on the coffee table and her hands are calm as on each arm of the chair-like she's waiting for something.

In her right hand she holds a smouldering cigarette loosely, as she always does.

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Gray Jay comes in from outside, with a day or two's healing behind him but still limping and leaning on his stick, and heads for the Bar with a purpose in mind ( Read more... )

[OOM: As her plans coalesce and a certain date ticks closer, the White Rider may not have been as visible in the bar -- but that doesn't mean that those of the Dark have not been busy.

First, millitimed to this past weekend: When something stirs in the forest outside Milliways, an intrepid team of investigators goes in pursuit ( Read more... )

She'd had a sneaking sense of Dread all day the day before, strong enough that her concentration was off and she hadn't been able to get into the bar until just now.

It was worse here, and not as bad all at the same time. She didn't like it, not at all.

Something was very, very wrong.

She just couldn't pinpoint what yet.

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There is a burned circle on the ground out by the lake ( Read more... )

[oom: pre-milliways]With no answer, Fat Charlie walked further into the room--the space he recognized as a bar--and looked about, hoping to recognize his brother somewhere. This was odd indeed, he thought. He'd never imagined Grahame Coats would turn his office into a bar, or that...well, what was he thinking anyway? This wasn't Grahame Coats' ( Read more... )