Abigail is out back in the range, bow pulled up and ready. She's been practicing not that she really needs to. Her ipod is on and those ear buds are in her ears so she's not going to hear anything around her. Though she does catch movement out of the corner of her eye. That movement has her turning, arrow still pointed and those hazel eyes narrowed ( Read more... )

It was just another day in Milliways. Quiet. Peaceful even ( Read more... )

Castiel appears in the Bar.

Possibly right into your personal space.

Johnny found a stack of books in the library. Mostly hard science fiction like Ben Bova and Asimov. He was currently looking at Mars and enjoying a burger and beer with fried paradoxes at a table. It was a big basket of paradoxes, and he doesn't mind sharing.

Sometimes he'd settle back in his chair to watch the goings on around the bar.

There's a Nightstalker out back with her bow, she's lining up a shot and is rather distracted. After all, she has her ipod earphones in her ears and she's concentrating on the target in front of her. Not to anything around her. She's botherable, however, if you can catch her attention first.

Even if Detective Ballard managed to get their cases dismissed in Baltimore, the fact that there's an outstanding murder warrant for Dean back in St. Louis is a problem ( Read more... )

Her intentions were to come downstairs, grab a hot chocolate and head outside to practice. But Bar seemed to have other intentions. Because with her hot chocolate came a note. One that asked her to take care of bar tending for the day. Raising a brow, she shakes her head. "You realize this would be more King's forte than anything else. Right?" ( Read more... )

Doc's sitting in a booth, looking at a map (which upon closer examination, is a map of the United States and her territories dated somewhere around 1880) while using his knife to cut chunks off of an apple ( Read more... )

The Nightstalker has targets set up outside. If the world was meant to be paid attention to... well, it wasn't. Her Ipod was on and the techno music was blaring in her ears. The world had been drown out by the music playing but that didn't seem to bother her any ( Read more... )

"Ash, I don't care how you do it, just get me those videos. And... no elephants. Please." Jack calls over his shoulder, not at all slowing to listen for a reply. Ashley is conscientious about his work, if... entirely too creative about he goes about it. Sometimes.
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This is not the cafeteria.

This is better than the cafeteria - Chymes isn't ( Read more... )