It's Happy Hour somewhere ((open RP))

[ancient-adam.livejournal.com]

Methos needed a beer.

Well, to be fair, it had been a rough month. He had left Hogwarts to yet again pull MacLeod’s pretty head out of trouble. The ancient was beginning to think that the Highlander had his own gravitational pull, able to summon him back whenever he became overwhelmed or outmatched. It had also cost him reservations at a particularly nice restaurant in Cardiff he had wanted to surprise Brienne with. And to top it off, he had returned to the school in time to be deafened by speakers on stalks and pelted with flying pink goo!

The grumpy ancient tromped to Ravenclaw’s bar, fishing out a bottle from the cooler before he had even removed his trenchcoat. He'd figure out another suprise for Brienne.. after a couple of drinks.

compy post: conversations with god(s)

[righteous-pen.livejournal.com]

The Baby Sun had been gone for a week, and nothing had spontaneously combusted, been covered in pink sludge or played disturbing music in that time. Mikami had finally accepted that it probably wasn't going to, and that the world around Hogwarts had returned to - comparative sanity.

Which left him free to think of other things. Specifically, the anonymous conversation he'd had on the secret post. He had no idea who the other commenter had been, of course, or whether their circumstances had been anything like his own, whether he should respect or revile them for what they'd admitted. But... God was trying to teach me something. It could have meant anything, it could have been a coincidence, it almost certainly was...

...and still, he couldn't stop thinking about it.

He couldn't just post asking to hear from that commenter again, though. They'd confessed anonymously for a reason, and there were too many other people who'd find it amusing to respond. Something more indirect, then.

Eventually he posted the following, anonymously, in the early morning when there were few people around and not much chance of being caught. Masuyo lay on his lap, occasionally adding remarks like sdffdr and ############# to the post, which he carefully edited out again. He hadn't been quite comfortable leaving her behind.

Have you ever communicated with a god, or other 'higher power', directly or indirectly?

If the communication was indirect, how did you know?

What did they say to you?

Do you believe that your life has a purpose?

Anonymous comments are encouraged. Please do not feel obliged to answer all questions if you don't wish to.

That done, he returned to his room. He'd check back later.