Jamie's got one eye behind him as he tumbles into the bar, looking rather incongruously dapper in a smart waistcoat and cap.

He eyes the silver candlesticks in his hand rather ruefully - much good they'll do him now!

[OOM: So what's it going to be?]

Millitimed to before Halloween.

There's a renegade in the bar for a brief moment. Brief. Because all he has time for is to leave a ( note )

[OOM: After a talk, Dot remembers where she gets most of it from... and the next day has a reminder that she's already passed some of it on.]

It's not a happy halfa that comes through the doorway of Milliways tonight. But then you'd be annoyed too if your trick or treating and other Halloween festivities had been interrupted by an upswing in ghost activity back home ( Read more... )

AndrAIa can always tell when Matrix has had a tough time in the Games, so, when her husband comes through their apartment door with his "Pony Meadows" face on, she immediately guides him to their Milliways door without asking if it was "Pony Meadows" again.

Once inside the bar, AndrAIa feels her clothes shift. Looking down at herself, she turns to ( Read more... )

It's a cold, wet and muddy Angelina who finds her way into the bar today after a long Quidditch training session. Just what I need, she thinks smiling inwardly, a large alcoholic drink.

She heads to the bar and orders a very large Firewhiskey and perches herself on a stool. Eventually she'll set about drying herself off with magic but for now she' ( Read more... )

Finally back in his usual duds after being toga-d a day or two ago, one rather large green sprite is sitting in front of a television ( Read more... )

Big green sprite, be-toga-d and miffed.

Come make it more tolerable? Please?

Sort of.

The door opens up with a violent shove, a voice familiar-but-different can be heard before the speaker is seen.

"I can't keep doing this, AndrAIa. We nearly lost that Game ( Read more... )

( The reason why he's here. )