A plate of half-eaten crepes pushed away, Pip lit a cigarette and stared over the three folders in front of him ( Read more... )

Jack was hungry and since Ianto filed this under 'your own stupidity' this meant the younger man was not too inclined to feed him. Which meant either Jack could suffer his own culinary skills or slink off in search of food ( Read more... )

Bela had received a mysterious package in the mail, today.

That didn't happen nearly as often as she might've liked.

( cut for great justice? )

As people arrive, either with or without dates, they are received at the main doors to the multi-purpose room at Town Hall. After checking your coat, the sound of music and laughter draws people along to the bar and lounge where the drinks are top shelf and flowing freely tonight. Refreshment obtained, feel free to move on towards the balloom ( Read more... )

Who ever thought Torchwood's resident tech wizard would find herself handwavily hired to work in a metaphysical shop? Certainly not Tosh, although it was a delightful little place and she decided it might be exactly the kind of break from her usual work that she needed ( Read more... )

Captain Jack Sparrow was wandering the streets today. He had a bottle of rum in his hands and was singing low as he carried onward to no particular place at all.

Captain Jack Sparrow was still of the opinion that he was in Davy Jones' Locker.

"Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate's life for me.
We pillage, we plunder, we rifle, and loot,
Drink up, me 'earties, yo ( Read more... )

Gene Hunt was on patrol, smoking as he walked. He was a walking stereotype, not that he knew it. He was ready to stop anyone suspicious, and talk to anyone who so much nodded at him.

He liked getting the job done, after all.

[ooc: Open!]

For the first time since the new year began, Aziraphale was manning the counter at the Leaf as himself.

He was positively giddy over it.

To celebrate, he was running a special all day: first cup of coffee, tea or cocoa was free.

( Today's Specials )

Jack was crawling the walls. Had been crawling the walls most of the night and seriously Ianto was ready to beat him about the head with a rubber mallet. Instead, recognizing his boss's restlessness, the young Welshman had suggested a game of basketball ( Read more... )

New students, new semester. What better way to celebrate than with homemade baked goods? Logan whipped up a batch of his special brownies and found a spot on the porch to eat and share his baking.

[Open! And yes, they're *that* kind of special brownies.]