[OOM: Lilly doesn't like feeling guilty. For one thing, it leads to her doing stupidly risky things in order to make up for the guilt Indy keeps insisting she shouldn't feel ( Read more... )

Zuko seems to have taken up living around the fireplaces while he nurses his tea, unable to get warm or feel better. He dozes quietly, his eyes closed, but it's never for long. But it's either be down here, or be upstairs with his uncle hovering about him, giving him more uncertainty about the future; what he said, was it true? Were they really no ( Read more... )

[OOM: Millitimed to this evening, a party is beginning. Invitations have been liberally distributed, a sign was posted, and there was even an ad in the Say True. Everyone over the age of consent in their home universe is invited, and formal dress is suggested ( Read more... )

This would be the eldest of the Foxes, currently in the bar.

She is absolutely not doing the tango, in Fox form, on the bar.

She'd need a partner for that.

...

Okay, so she's air-tangoing. Stare if you wish. Join if you're short.

In one of the more shadowed corners of the bar something stirs, tawny-gold fur catching the light.

It is a Lion, head coming up off his forepaws, solemn golden eyes watching the patrons as they pass by.

Aslan has been here for quite some time.

It's late afternoon, via some slight twist of Millitime. The sun is lowering in the west, gilding the lake and the nearest ranks of clouds, and a honey-golden light pours over forest and field. Most of the trees are still bare of leaves or only beginning to haze green with buds, and the grass is still half winter-brown, but the air is warm. ( Read more... )

Sansa Stark - Alayne Stone, to most people in Milliways - is sitting at the Bar, in a plain brown dress of lambswool.

She's currently peering at the straw Bar gave her to go with lunch her lunch of beef stew and a glass of milk. The straw in her milk is red and plastic. Poor, deprived Westeros, with its lack of straws.

Anyone care to explain?

So there she sits, at a table with a good view of the lake, a book of poetry in one hand and a smoothie at the other. And just think: Satine is one of the few people who won't blink an eye if you burst out into song at her ( Read more... )