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It's been a long time since 99's seen this place. On the Milliways end, at least.
Back home, it's only been a couple of days, during which she's permanently relocated to a D.C. apartment and is still dealing with the process of moving in while she waits for her next assignment.
It explains the choice of attire today, at least: a threadbare grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. She's carrying a box labeled 'KITCHEN' and holding the door open with her knee, though when she sees where she is, she leaves the box on her side of the door and continues on through.
A cup of coffee is definitely in order - and maybe she'll see some familiar faces here if she's lucky.
A woman wearing impressive high heels stalks into the bar, then stops short.
This isn't House's office, Cuddy notes, with added regret - she'd been on her way to give him a strong earful after a new set of lawsuits had been delivered to her office this morning.
She can't say she's all too eager to see Milliways - the last time she was here was a little, well, sensitive. Hands resting on slender hips, she taps one index finger, casting a quick glance around the room.
Eames was in a decisively different form the last time he was here.
The job had gone off without a hitch, and he hadn't even been forced to explain his brief leave of absence from within the dream.
He's beginning to like this place more and more, if the way he's got himself seated in one of the comfier lounge chairs is any indication, feet propped up on a small table, cigarette in hand. He takes another drag, drawing the smoke in, then lets it lazily ghost out of his mouth.
Last, but not least, there is a Chuck sitting at one of the tables.
She's got a plateful of cup pies on her left and an impressive supply of plastic wrap on her right.
In the midst of her wrapping, she may stop to take a break - and sneak a bite of one of the cup pies when she thinks no one is watching.
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Back home, it's only been a couple of days, during which she's permanently relocated to a D.C. apartment and is still dealing with the process of moving in while she waits for her next assignment.
It explains the choice of attire today, at least: a threadbare grey t-shirt and a pair of jeans with a hole in one knee. She's carrying a box labeled 'KITCHEN' and holding the door open with her knee, though when she sees where she is, she leaves the box on her side of the door and continues on through.
A cup of coffee is definitely in order - and maybe she'll see some familiar faces here if she's lucky.
A woman wearing impressive high heels stalks into the bar, then stops short.
This isn't House's office, Cuddy notes, with added regret - she'd been on her way to give him a strong earful after a new set of lawsuits had been delivered to her office this morning.
She can't say she's all too eager to see Milliways - the last time she was here was a little, well, sensitive. Hands resting on slender hips, she taps one index finger, casting a quick glance around the room.
Eames was in a decisively different form the last time he was here.
The job had gone off without a hitch, and he hadn't even been forced to explain his brief leave of absence from within the dream.
He's beginning to like this place more and more, if the way he's got himself seated in one of the comfier lounge chairs is any indication, feet propped up on a small table, cigarette in hand. He takes another drag, drawing the smoke in, then lets it lazily ghost out of his mouth.
Last, but not least, there is a Chuck sitting at one of the tables.
She's got a plateful of cup pies on her left and an impressive supply of plastic wrap on her right.
In the midst of her wrapping, she may stop to take a break - and sneak a bite of one of the cup pies when she thinks no one is watching.
[ ooc: open until their nexts. ]