Castle burning sitting in a booth, looking a bit out-of-sorts.

Because mun is working on large, unpleasant term paper, he won't be hugely inclined towards conversation, but he's around.

Fire at will.

Námo is seated in a booth with tea and the chocolate pastries Nerdanel was always going on about lately. He also has a book in hand, a collection of works of some of the great British playwrights.

He is engrossed in the book, his head bent, as he idly fingers the string of colourful acorns around his neck.

Two pups inna bar, both alike in dignity, in fair Milliways where we lay our scene.

One rather mystified Capulet sitting at the bar trying to figure out what exactly one does with a milkshake.

One rather mystified Castle sitting a few barstools down trying to figure out whether The Swimming-Pool Library really counts as porn or not ( Read more... )

Chris at a table. She has a large cup of coffee nearby and a red pen in hand, making notes in her notebook.

She wouldn't mind being distracted.

So there was this blonde, right? She hadn't been in the bar for a while, 'cause last time she'd been here it drove her nuts. Something funny happened when she got out, though. She forgot it all. Forgot she had spent time with Jack Bauer once, forgot she had discovered he wasn't dead, forgot that she had been in the same room as her dead husband, ( Read more... )

Castle in the air in the bar.

Unlike his mun, who is in FLORIDA. Ahahaha.

That's all, really.

Mercutio's had a pretty exciting year. He's been killed, for one thing. It's kind of an event.

He's writing his New Year's Resolutions (once the idea was explained to him, he was rather keen on it), with much frowning. He has a blotch of ink on his nose. Of course.

He's only got as far as:

1. Do more handstands.

Gorlim is in the bar with the orange cat again. It seems not to want to leave him alone much since last night. Which he's okay with, but he's keeping an eye on her as she stalks about bothering people who pass by and pawing at the rats' tails, though she knows well enough not to harm them ( Read more... )

Castle on a cloud in the bar, and as usual, not-quite-asleep on a couch, arms behind his head and cat curled comfortably up on his stomach.

He's focusing intently on the foul weather outside, debating how he feels about it. Come poke at him. The cat won't bite unless you poke with malicious intent.

Gorlim is not in the bar.

Gorlim is OUTSIDE the bar, thankyouverymuch.

Gorlim is in a tree. Wearing the antler hooded cloak.

Thinking.

And waiting for the other shoe to fall.

It's coming. You can kind of hear that whistling noise like in movies of a thing falling really fast.

Aimed more or less directly towards his head.