Daniel had kicked himself out of the house before Anna could, earlier in the day. He spent some time at the shelter, and roaming the streets, before parking himself a few blocks down from the Wasteland. Hey, thirty degrees is practically balmy in comparison.

The horse is at home. She was grouchy.

Hey look, it's a tiny blonde guitarist!

A tiny blonde guitarist who's sort of smiling at nothing in particular at the moment.

She's also writing in a notebook, apparently working on a list of something.

Salah has papers spread out across one of the tables in the Wasteland. He is writing notes to himself as he flips through several different books with titles like "Fables of..." and "Tall Tales of the ( Read more... )

Preston's in the Wasteland, sitting on the stage and strumming his bass absently.

He's in a good mood. There are reasons for this.

. . . they don't have to do with the trial, which is taking its own sweet time about getting organized while the accused sit around in a basement and take up resources, but right now he's not thinking about that so

Someone has been a little absent from the Wasteland. There is a very good reason for this, namely his leg and winter are not agreeing. Also, it is a bit of a distance from HQ to the club when you are a cripple ( Read more... )

Gwen is ... how shall we put this.

Really, really grateful for heating right now.

She's not sure how she got talked into this getup, but now it's starting to dawn on her that hey, if she's the only one dressed up, she's going to look exceptionally stupid ( Read more... )

It's well past dark when they get back ( Read more... )

The sun is starting to sink in the sky, and Gwen is standing on the curb outside the Wasteland.

She's got a fire-axe.

... Yeah. She knows it's not as good as a gun.

At all.

But it was about the best she could do on such short notice.

A motorcycle rumbles to a stop in front of the Wasteland ( Read more... )

[OOWL, IN THE PAST: A momentous first meeting! With naked!]