*Tim strolls in from outside, a rolls of wire in his hands. He was doing something outside, lord knows what ( Read more... )

Milliways prides itself on good service. So, in the light of recent events, it's perhaps a good thing that there are bartenders working this afternoon. Indy and Mike are here to serve, though here is a loose term at best. They've talked, and neither of them look like their usual chipper selves. So much for leaving personal lives at home—this is ( Read more... )

Dressed in his workout clothes once again, Cole straps his sword to his back as he walks down the stairs. Sabin's style has been nagging him, so he's headed to the lake to try working magic and swordplay together.

But breakfast comes first.

Cole tugs at the sleeves under his jacket, straightening them. Then takes the few steps down the stairs and into the bar. He pulls a barstool and sits at the bar. His usual appears before he speaks.

"You read my mind." He smiles and rubs the bar.

There's still a Sara inna bar. The cookies Asar-Suti gave her have left her feeling mellow.

She'd take some back to Nicky if she didn't know the attending physician personally.

She's playing with her Rubik's cube, barring anything else to do.

"What the..." Her hands appear to be turning pink.

"SOOTY!!!!"

Sara's in the bar. She has her notebook with her, and she is ignoring it in favor of gnawing on a pencil.

Feel free to save the pencil.

Roland comes downstairs. He's got mending to get done. He never got his jacket fixed the other day, and now his brown shirt has a rip in it ( Read more... )

A pirate walks into a bar ( Read more... )

Sara, growling under her breath, is quickly writing a letter for Faith.

( Faith--FYI )

The cocktail party upstairs is in full swing.