The narration is in the mood for minimalism tonight, so have a blond goddess in jeans and blouse settled on a couch near the fireplace, quietly working on some embroidery. Occasionally she takes a sip from the glass of Atlantean next to a small sewing kit on one of the side tables.

Have at.

Because multipup posts are the new black...

Mary Anne is at a table with a notepad, multiple wadded up sheets of paper, and a glass of tequila. Packing for a trip didn't used to be this hard.

Meanwhile, Artemis has a million dollar credit on her bar tab, which can only mean one thing: frito pie.

[ooc: pick a lady! post open until it scrolls

Heard the one about the blond who fell through the door and landed in a bar at the end of the universe?

Kate's not exactly laughing -- this hurts.

And (obviously) this isn't the driver's seat of the rental car ( Read more... )

Paul Avery's morning glory is showing signs of displeasure, e.g. wilting.

This is, in and of itself, extremely perplexing.

What is more perplexing is the fact that Bar seems perplexed as well, as it has provided him with a napkin saying that it is fresh out of phoenix tears.

Second of all, he's gotten wind of some particularly upsetting news.

These ( Read more... )

Artemis has staked out a booth and is very slowly nursing a very small glass of Atlantean.

She keeps unfolding and refolding a piece of paper. There is a white rose in her hair.

[ooc: consider this post open until it's off the front.]

[tag of tiny relationship awkwardness: paul avery]

Paul Avery is not the most visible person in the bar.

(He's dressed nicely: black suit, black pants, black tie, black shoes, white shirt.)

This may be because he has just dropped off a few items at the bar that, more and more, he wonders if he should be asking to have back.

(The things in question are a white rose - a bunch seemed excessive - and a ( Read more... )

[ upstairs: i am a man of constant sorrow / i've seen trouble all my days ]

Dreaming about dying is really, really not very pleasant.

This would, for the large part, be the reason that Paul Avery looks so sour upon coming downstairs, blanket still wrapped around his shoulders, bare feet sticking out from underneath.

(No points for guessing that he's ( Read more... )

Eduard leads Sophie through the door to Milliways from their now-habitual meeting spot in the woods, as far away from the castle of Bratislava has can be managed ( Read more... )

Through the magic of millitime, it's still late afternoon outside. A few hours of sunlight left, even if it is low in the sky and glinting off of the snow that covers the grounds, it's not all that cold out - if you're used to the cold of the desert or a Scotland winter, etc ( Read more... )

For lack of a better way to put it, Paul has never really done Christmas. Spirits are generally high in California, yes, but the fact that there's no snow tends to put a damper on things. To his credit, however, he has gone holiday shopping.

(Also to his credit, he's dressed very nicely today - black slacks, light blue button-down shirt, black ( Read more... )