Truman came down the stairs, two at a time. Brief glance to the Door, still there, whew. He then found a seat near the fireplace. He was surprised how really cold a real winter can be. And he didn't remember seeing mountains over the lake before, but it looked beautiful. He figured it should be safer to ask the waitrat for orders, and asked for ( Read more... )

Everything outside is covered in a thick blanket of white. The outside stairway to the guest rooms seems to be a strange structure made purely of snow. The trees rise like brambles, stark brown and grey against the white. The pier is its own footprint-bedecked penninsula out into the lake.
Where the bottom stair rests on the frozen ground, a tiny ( Read more... )

If one is looking for a bartending job, this is not the red-haired man in black to go to.

It is not like this one is truly easy to find. Unless one is looking for him, that is. He is in the bar room, tonight, in that corner booth that is never lit well enough to make it past shadowy and into merely dimHe blends into the shadows a little too ( Read more... )

Truman came down into the bar, taking two of the steps at a time. Just for the heck of it. He chatted with a waitrat in passing, and went to find his favorite spot near Observation Window. Hmm. Hey, there's a face he hadn't seen in a while, and knitting on something. Also a lot of new faces. Always seems to be something around here. Why he liked it

She hadn't slept much at all after yesterday's shock, goodness no. She'd paced the floor of her small cottage, thinking-- about a great many things, in fact ( Read more... )

The door to the lake area opens to let in a gust of icy night air and the reddish-haired figure in black who follows it.

The black-gloved hand lingers on the doorknob as he pulls it shut, the man's blue gaze sweeping across the patrons of the bar room. Perhaps he is wondering what to order.
A tiny diamond chip slips into the keyhole of the door ( Read more... )

The autumn mist gathers like dew on the Rider's black coat as he walks across the open ground near the lakeshore. It is a chilly night, bound to get colder. The black expanse of the sky above him seems to go on forever. One can easily imagine the same stars above the lake eventually being seen by some patron through the Observation Window ( Read more... )

The Black Rider enters the bar from the lake area some time during the evening, like a piece of the night outside infiltrating the warmth and light of the bar room. Brushing off the dewlike drops of mist that had accumulated on his black coat, he goes to the bar to order a glass of wine ( Read more... )

It has been a nice, quiet week for him. Aphelise comes down the stairs into the bar room with a slight smile on his face, intending to get a drink before going for a walk outside ( Read more... )

OOM: It had been a lovely morning for working on the Pearl. However, not everyone showed up. Thus, Wellard went to go and look for the former Commodore Norrington.

He finds that the reason Norrington was not out on the Pearl, was that he was not alone. The Dark still keeps a presence at Milliways ( Read more... )