Perhaps it should not be too surprising, the number of people who come to Milliways to get work done. There is a long tradition of abusing the time difference between here and home, where ever home may be ( Read more... )

Dean's gone out, and depending on his luck and his stamina (and oh god does Sam really not want to think about that) it'll probably be a while before he gets back to the motel ( Read more... )

[ OOM: If you think the questions are bad, the answers can be much, much worse ( Read more... )

The door simply opens and shuts, letting a young woman, primly dressed, enter. The business jacket and modest skirt are both navy blue, with a school crest blazoned on the lapel. Her hair is pulled back into a neat twist- but no, no glasses. The lady can see well enough without any such thing, thank you ( Read more... )

Jack's currently sitting at the bar, drink next to his right hand, a book propped up in front of him.  Or, more specifically, a Sony Daily Edition Color eReader; not exactly top-of-the-line for his time, but it's about as fancy as he remembers ebook readers being, the last time he saw one.  It's not what he would have chosen, but besides the text- ( Read more... )

As much as Dan enjoyed getting to inhabit a body with two fully-functioning legs, there's something to be said about feeling comfortable in your own skin ( Read more... )

Kait is still not used to this place. Not really. It still stinks of magic, and appears at odd times and in different doors, and then there is that WindowBut if it keeps on appearing after her morning bouts with the Guards, she won't complain. It gives her time to clean her sword before her next class, which is always a bonus. Particularly today, ( Read more... )

As far as Dick Winters is concerned, if he spends time in Milliways, he might as well use it while being productive. In this case, he's opted for a swim out in the lake. If one is so inclined, they'll be able to spot a head of red-copper hair bobbing in and out of the water, and a small, neatly folded pile of clothing and a white towel by the shore ( Read more... )

There's a man on a couch by the fire, feet up, two books open in his lap. One is an ancient, dusty-looking thing, the other an English-Sanskrit dictionary.

Someone's researching.

[ooc: Recycled post is recycled! Open until his next EP.]

Into the bar steps a man--tall, blond, with what could quite well be the world's largest messenger bag slung over one shoulder ( Read more... )