[Well, would you look at that? Someone's finally left his room. This must surely be progress. At least, it would be if he hadn't left only because his little supply of food had run out, and he wasn't going to bother someone asking for it over the network ( Read more... )

[The recent... rather disturbing posts on the network were more than enough to make him set down the comm and make for the bar.  Slowly - since that damn leg still refuses to cooperate.

He's taken a booth away from the doors, off to one side, and is carefully working his way through a beer, nothing hard, not yet.  He's not that weirded out by the ( Read more... )

This is... familiar.

Wonder if there's any green flashes here, too...

[The comm clicks off at that, dropping into the sand. For the curious, he's seated on the beach, a beer bottle propped up in the sand next to him. Shoes and shirt are absent, and his feet are buried. He's absently watching the sunset, arms draped comfortably around his

[For once, the good officer sounds amused ( Read more... )