Lock, Shock and Barrel come running downstairs, followed closely by Tub. The door has been there every day since they came back, and every time they open it, Halloween Town looks worse.

"Okay, let's do this. Yeah, if we don't, it'll kill Halloween Town. And then come after us.Shock gets up on a chair in the middle of Bar and yells out ( Read more... )

Molly only had a few belongings here from her brief time being Bound. So there wasn't much to pack. But her last conversations with Tim got her thinking. Time to move on from here. Not much need to come back now, she never really felt a part of it ( Read more... )

((OOC:Anyone who wants to say goodbye to Tim, this is your chance. This is his exit post, feel free to tag, and he'll talk it out. This post is open until everyone who wants to say bye has done so.))Tim/Milliways, OTP ( Read more... )

*There's an Andrew in the bar. At the Bar itself, in fact.*

*He's got a small picnic basket, and is carefully packing it with one item after another as they appear, preparatory for a visit to a certain someone in the infirmary.*

...And maybe some of that green stuff he drinks, in a thermos or something?

*The thermos materializes.*

Tim is still in bar, and he's moaning in a booth. See, last night he went shot for shot with Indy.

And boy, is he feeling it.

And boy, is Jack taking advantage of it.

"WHAT's the matter, DAD? Drink too MUCH, last NIGHT?"

Tim is pacing in front of the door. From time to time, he turns to it, considering the door. He's not trying to open it, nor even rattling the knob. He knows it will open for him. But still, he considers it. He has vague memories of time spent in front of it, but nothing he can grasp ( Read more... )

Tim is in bar.

He's chatting amiably with Hellspawn.

Tag away

"Okay, okay, fine, you've been nagging me for long enough, here."

A long bronze key is handed from the elder Tim to the younger Tim. And Hellspawn looks quite delighted.

"You owe it to me."

Yup, both of them are here, if you want either of them. And Hellspawn is looking desperately for Agnes.

Sign, sign, everywhere a sign, do this don't do that...

Tims got a sign up.

"I LEAVE IN A WEEK. COME CHAT."

And yes, Hellspawn is somewhere nearby. He's loathe to leave his creator.

Draco was dressed in a hooded wizard robes, with the hood up to cover his pale hair. The dagger was sheathed, and strapped to his belt, and his wand was secured but easily accesible in a moment's notice. His grey eyes kept scanning and observing the bar. There was tea in front of him, and barely picked food. There was also some notes, and books. ( Read more... )