Archie sloshes into the bar from out back, his face ruddy from the cold and effort, but he's smiling. Looks like he's been out practicing. He stops by Bar to get a cup of tea, and Alanna's note and heads over to the fire do dry his boots off a little before he slogs back to the flat to change. He reads Alanna's note carefully and nods with a ( Read more... )

Archie's back in the bar tonight, watching the crowd with a cooly professional stare. He's got his financial section of the Times again, but it is folded neatly and sitting on the table next to his latte. From time to time he takes out his sleek little cellphone and flips it open, like he's expecting a call from someone. Or maybe he's just using ( Read more... )

There's an Archie in the bar tonight, nothing new there. He's in a relatively cheerful mood, he's got a place at the bar, and a basket of fried paradoxes he's picking at as he's watching the crowd. Come say hi, he'll share.

Nynaeve steps briskly through the House of Arch painting, several rather heavy-looking books in her hands ( Read more... )

The first thing Paul does upon finding himself in Milliways, this time as before, is to test the door handle to make sure it will still open ( Read more... )

It has only been a week since the deal was made with Cutler Beckett. Weatherby Swann has been returned, under house arrest, to the Governor's Mansion. Lord Beckett makes regular visits, but no one else is allowed past the guards ( Read more... )

Archie Kennedy, in the bar, with Paradoxes. Sounds like the solution to a game of Clue, and Archie would be amused, if indeed he knew how the game Clue were played and won. But anyway, there he is, prime and ready for conversations, pesterings, information, or simply pleasant company. Have at.

There's an Archie in the bar, sitting somewhere, watching the crowd, though he's not on duty tonight. This is proven soundly by the fact that he's not got a cup of tea, but a pint of something dark and frothy which might be Guinness. Also by the fact that he's not wearing his badge. It's his night off.

Come say Hi.

While the muns rest up after a long weekend, Jason finds himself plopped down in the Bar.
Not that he minds.

He's reclining in a booth, with a cup of coffee. Not fancy coffee, but manly stripper coffee.

...Don't question it.

There is a Bright Shiner upon the piano bench, tonight, his hair, skin and clothes matching the white piano before him. His fingers wander over the keys absently, pacing without melody or direction. He just waits for a subject upon which to play.