Last night, Miniver learned the truth of the old saying be careful what you ask for. [WARNING for Deathly Hollows spoilers beyond link.]He had spent the entire night walking around the edge of the lake. Quickly. It served as a good path to follow without having to watch his step. If he veered too far in either direction, he'd either walk into the ( Read more... )

Miniver is BORED. Very decidedly so. Miniver is bored and somewhat frustrated with his own pathetic self. But for once, he isn't solving the problem by drinking. Yet. He's lying on a table, with his head hanging upside-down off one end, watching the bar upside-down.

Fully botherable.

All things considered, Puck's having a phenomenal sort of evening. He has not crossed paths with Satan all day-- which, while in and of itself far from conclusive, shows promise-- Aria and Adrian were perfectly delightful (and refreshingly nonverbal) company through the afternoon hours, and for his supper he had macaroni and cheeseThere's not a lot ( Read more... )

After dropping a note at the bar, Darren makes his way over to a corner booth with the bottle of whiskey from the bartender.

Yeah, he'll share.

[OOM: In this scene, your only prop will be a pair of handcuffs. Miniver and Darren run with it. WARNING for things not to be witnessed by underaged persons. MILLITIMED to yesterday ( Read more... )

Well, what do'ee know. It's a Sariel! It's a Sariel in the bar! That hasn't happened in a while ( Read more... )

Miniver is male again (clearly) and back in the bar. He's found a fairly secluded spot -- just off to the side where people aren't likely to be wending their way around his table or anything -- and is there with a pot of tea and a quill pen and a bunch of papers, trying (for the first time in a good while) to write. He hasn't done MUCH, but it's ( Read more... )

Millitimed to ... oh, some point after visiting Lilly and the Montreal OOM, which probably makes it today, Puck learns that there are consequences for teasing the Devil.It is safe to say that Puck is in considerably worse shape than usual this evening ( Read more... )

Harding looks drawn and pale, but that's hardly unusual. He's been lurking, mainly, around the corners of the bar; he returns every once in a while to the ward, because he can't believe--oh, he wants to, but he cannot believe that no one would notice his absence; that time stops ( Read more... )

Sometimes even kami need breaks from planing and plotting. Which is why there is a ball of white fluff curled up in one of the tables centers. Two sleepy blue eyes can barely be seen peeking out between what looks like four tails that have helped to create the ball-ish shape of the little kitsune ( Read more... )