Bran Davies, third year medical student at a Cardiff university, is reading a physical chemistry textbook, holding it open with one hand as he steps through the door. He is about to turn the page when he looks up.

"Well, now. It has been a long time, hasn't it?"

There's a dark man in one of the bar's high-backed chairs, enjoying a glass of wine while he sets down a rough list of scenario ideas for Christof to look over.

Adrian Doyle, botherable.

ETA: (ooc: Mun is off for some sleep, but tags will be picked up at a later time. ^_^)

Usually, if a door gets it into its mind to take him to Milliways, it at least waits until he's already at the studio ( Read more... )

A man of business walks into the bar, the rain-darkened Los Angeles skyline visible for a moment before it shuts ( Read more... )

It seemed safe to come back, so she did.

Safe for her. Possibly not safe for others.

Ah, but what's the harm in a little chat? After all, what you don't know can't hurt her.

She's holding court from a raised table, all high heels and tall drink. There may be a cherry involved.

If she's smiling, it's probably at you.

It's been a busy few weeks at Seahaven Studios. The new year hit the ground running, with everything running more or less smoothly. The forecast is hopeful and bright... rather in contrast with the weather and the general mood of the world ( Read more... )

It's been another long day. Another script idea was agreed upon by the assembled scriptwriters and supervisors. Another day in the life of Evelyn Faith Kendall passed, surrounded by hidden cameras and products produced by companies who were paying for the right to make her life comfortable. She was asleep now, all the cameras quietly projecting ( Read more... )

(OOM: The Black Rider and Lady Macbeth have been hard at work, and the world is reacting.)

((OOM: Just when you thought you were well rid of them...

...you are. But their absence does not mean they lay idle.

On Midwinter's Day, the Dark did rise. Thanks to one man, however, one unassuming man who just wanted to be helpful to a friend, it did not rise hereThe tool, so useful, was wiped clean and put away, and the engineers, with a ( Read more... )

It is Midwinter's Day and the Black Rider is in the bar, a cold shadow in the warm-lit room. Subtle tension is noticeable in his stance, leaning as if at ease against an unoccupied table. That the tension shows at all is a measure of how great it is. Impassively, he watches the snow accumulate on the far side of the windowpane, obscuring the ( Read more... )