'O...kaaaaay then ( Read more... )

[oom: warning for Adult Content

and now the wheels of heaven stop
you feel the devil's riding crop
get ready for the future:
it is murder

[wherein Fiona & Ramon go driving, eat dinner, go dancing, drive each other insane, and never make it to a bed.

until they're interrupted by a familiar face.]

[ tiny insatiable tag: Fiona Glenanne ]
[ tiny ( Read more... )

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... )

Ben moved into the bar proper from the out-of-doors, shoving his lighter back into his overalls' pocket as he moved. He sat down at a not-too-obvious but not-too-shady booth and commenced people-watching.

Oh, he's been about, surely you've just missed him. Company is more than welcome.

*Meg's curled up in an armchair with a book - not her history book, this time, but American Gods, which she is making a valiant effort really to get more than halfway through.

It's not that World War II isn't fascinating - a little too fascinating, even, in a horrifying sort of way ( Read more... )

[OOC: Since mun is dumbass and may have forgotten. OOM: Ben and Antigone have a chat, slowtimed to about two months ago. Prior to Sweetplot, post Hilliways.]

Ben Hawkins, booth, food. Sausages and Sauerkraut, an unopened bottle of mystery Cola. The staples of Carnie life. He doesn't look much cleaner than usual, despite his relative captivity.

A newly be-iconed Slayer walks downstairs, looking dressed up. Just a little.

She's not really hoping to see anyone. But friends? Yup. Friends are welcome, as are strangers, as she settles down at the bar with an orange juice.

[OOC: ARGH. I must flee! Bed calls me. Slowtime y'all?]

There's the usual Darkened Corners popular in any bar setting. And there's the place where the shadow and the light meet, the fuzzy borderline of neither-nor ( Read more... )

[OOM: Kitchen Party! In a valiant attempt to keep themselves from cooking, Meg and Amy fill the kitchen with party goers and glitter and festive aprons, much to the chagrin and confusion of the kitchen staff. Millitimed to Saturday (some threads may still be slowtiming along). And for the record, the kitchen was clean when the girls left it. ( Read more... )

Bruce is sprawling on a large chair near the fire, his legs up on the other side of the chair as he reads a book of children's fairy tales. On a table next to the chair is a drink of the fuzzy purple kind. He is very into the book, but open to meet new people.