Beyond this place of Wrath and Tears (OTA, tag Stiles?)
Antiquitus' sign remains flipped to 'closed,' and the lights are out. Kilrenko sits in the shop window, at her table with the brownies usually on it. Today, however, her feet are up on the table instead of chocolatey heaven, and her usual look of calm (or cheer) is replaced with sadness or unshed tears. A bottle of very expensive Skiuutuzanian Ale, the energy bottle glowing faintly through the dim interior of the shop. Sitting on the table lies a cream-colored envelope in Kil's handwriting marked to "Caprica," and a post-it from the hotel staff reading simply, "No such resident."
Kilrenko pours some ale into an antique wine glass and sips the drink. As she does, the crystal darkens as the Ale begins deconstructing the molecules. Nearby a couple of glasses have already slagged to uselessness.
Kilrenko pours some ale into an antique wine glass and sips the drink. As she does, the crystal darkens as the Ale begins deconstructing the molecules. Nearby a couple of glasses have already slagged to uselessness.
