Father Mulcahy has a seat in a booth, a rather battered hat, a slightly perturbed expression, a book, and a glass of whiskey.

He is eyeing Milliways at large with more wary than he has since he first arrived. Minding your own business and suddenly being transported to a dungeon crawling with impossible creatures will do that to a person.

It has been a warm, dry summer day in Wales, so when Bran comes in, he wears a black short-sleeved shirt, black jeans and sunglasses. The harp shines golden against his dark clothing.

[ooc: Aggressively open post. Please tag in, whether we've played before or not. Please note, though, that there are thunderstorms about and I may lose power and ( Read more... )

[OOM: The ceremony.]

And now for the fun part.

Now is the time when for celebrating. For dancing and laughing and congratulating.

Out by the lake there's tables and chairs and food, there's music and room to dance, and--what do you know--there's a newly married couple looking to share some happiness.

[ooc: usual party rules apply.]

Charlie sits in a booth near the front door, willing his brother to walk through it ( Read more... )

Yesterday, or last week, depending entirely on where you're from and your sense of time, there was a wedding on the planet of Antar, between King Max Zan Evans and now-Queen Faith Lehane.

Thanks to various local methods of entrance and also Michael the Milliways chauffer, many many people showed up. They mingled, too.

Then, there was an Actual ( Read more... )

The Pace family re-enter the bar from Antar, all dressed up in their wedding clothes. Liam is carrying Megan, while Karen and Charlie follow a step behind, talking quietly.

The door opens onto a Sydney street and Liam comes in, obviously happy.

The singing under his breath would be a clue.

Karen enters the bar and glances around for husband or brother-in-law.

Preferably husband. Brother-in-law's nice enough--but husband's much nicer.

Butters told me that playing the guitar would be good therapy for my hand. Unfortunately, didn't bring the guitar along with me. So, I figured I'd ask the bar if she could loan me one. She did - she even included a copy of the book Butters had given me. "Thanks ( Read more... )

Darien once said the songs Charlie played were like a mood ring for the ears.

( He does make it all too easy sometimes, doesn't he. )