[Lois isn't looking too hot.  Her face is smeared with some soot still, there's a cut across her forehead, her hair's full of ashes - but most notable is her expression which looks like she's been kicked in the gut]

The Laughing Mynock is gone.  Everyone's saying it was the rioters, but...

I saw some of the same creeps hanging around outside before ( Read more... )

I probably don't have to warn any of you with windows or eyeballs, but we've got a full scale pillage on our hands out there, complete with glowtorches and vibropitchforks.

We're locking down the Laughing Mynock, since we built in some high tech barricades after the old zombie invasion.  We've got a lot of storage room, so if you see any civilians ( Read more... )

[Caf cups litter the table around her, and she looks a little tired, but the fire in her eyes is burning as bright as ever.  She leans over the datapad with a large smile]

[Friends, Allies, Caterpillar Alliance]*

After all this time, my story's finally finished! (Though she could probably use some proofing, Chlo)  Which means I can finally get out ( Read more... )

I was going to try to limit it to the ones I know about, but I figured if you fit the bill, you're probably going to see this anyways ( Read more... )

Exploding kid's hospitals, arrests left and right, this whole "registration act" making us all walking targets, and more of us arriving by the day to feed the flames of paranoia.

I wish Shiori were still around.  We could use a little of her sunshine attitude right about now.

[Lois is in a booth of the Mynock, obviously on a break or something, and ( Read more... )

[Lois flicks on the datapad hurriedly as she locks a charged pack into a blaster.   As usual, she's broadcasting from the Mynock, and shouting orders at some of the patrons she's come to know well]

Hey, you!  You're in charge of the bar til I get back.  [The guy looks at her, obviously surprised, as she tosses him a keycard]  Don't let it burn down ( Read more... )

[Between the fact that the camera pans across legs decked out in bright yellow hot pants, and a midriff baring matching shirt that leaves little to the imagination, along with the cigar hanging out of her mouth as she lays down her cards, and throws a credit chip on the pile, it's clear that Lois is not quite... the Lois everyone is used to around ( Read more... )

[The screen jostles around a bit at first before it seems to be set down in a stable place.  The first thing visible is Lois' waist, and then she drops down into frame, bending over to look into the thing.  Behind her, there's a lot of movement: people passing around weapons, others issuing directions, etc. etc.  From the familiar rows of alien ( Read more... )

[Someone looks just a little on the dejected side, as she leans her hand on her palm and flicks on the feed]

You know, as great as it can be to get the life story of all the locals around here?  It gets kind of annoying playing Lonely Hearts Club counselor every night.   Everyone expects the bartender to have all the answers, as if we all took ( Read more... )

[Even if all you were able to see on video were the expression on Lois' face, the message would be clear enough.  However, behind her you can see the graffiti and damage to her precious bar, messages scrawled bashing 'Revanites'.  There are a bunch of droids working at scouring the stuff off, and Lois has a dirty rag clutched in her own hand, ( Read more... )