Rapunzel is a little sad to find that the weather outside did not last, but it had been a wonderful weekend, for the most part ( Read more... )

A year and a day ago, a mage entered a bar, sent by his gods. It was a year of excitement, magic, love, romance, fear, danger, and wonder. He made a number of friends, and a few enemies. He learned to live, and to love, and to take things slow, and easy. He learned to dream, and the cost of love and it's loss ( Read more... )

[OOM: I present The Stargate Plot, in all it’s glory!
And since it’s kind of confusing (I swear I tried to make it not, but you know) and really long, here’s RDCV with linkies to make it easier on your heads. The team go the Stargate, arrive, then split into two groups. Sheppard’s team: explore, invisible bats-things, Prue and Paige glow, attacked ( Read more... )

Snow enters through the painting portal with a bulky package. She carries it over to Bar and sets it down with a ( note. )

Sam stands in front of the Stargate, all suited up in her gear and looking all offical ( Read more... )

Snow isn't in the bar all that often these days, but she's here tonight. A good book and an iced mocha join her in the old booth; she's doing the best she can to relax.

Sam's sitting in the bar.

And?

Not ONLY does she not have any work with her BUT - she's humming.

HUMMING.

This is something to be stared and marveled at.

The door opens with a crash as the Rivan King runs in. He obviously didn't expect to be running into Milliways, but relief breaks on his face as soon as he recognizes where he is.

"Well... that was certainly helpful."

*I do make things EASIER on occasion ( Read more... )

The Front door Opens.

This is a figure who hasn't been around for a while-but that doesn't mean that he's not here. At least in spirit.

So he's got a tux on. And his hair is slicked back.

"...Okay. Right now? So not a good time."

But hey. He's here right ( Read more... )

There's a very wet Atton in the bar. Presumably, he's been swimming in the lake. He probably doesn't know about the shark. He's not doing much - Sitting over in a corner booth, dripping on things and looking for people to throw buckets of cold water on. What? He's not in the best of moods, and he has to amuse himself somehowDon't mind the window- ( Read more... )