So, a while back, Momiji put up and passed out and generally had fun with flyers advertising his attempts to form a would-be band! And, now, since he's talked to a few interested parties and figures that a lot of people have seen the signs, he figures it's time to advance the cause to the next step ( Read more... )

"Zombies. Stupid ruttin' zombies."

Someone has been having a busy day, from the sound of her disgruntled mutterings as she comes in through the front door. Her clothes are torn in places and there's a rapidly-fading bruise on her upper arm, but apart from that, Mel's physically fine ( Read more... )

There is a two-inch high Eric playing on the bar.

Playing, because he's currently building himself a fort out of pretzels. Yes, it's childish, but it's keeping him distracted from thinking about real, introspective issues.

He hates that sort of crap.

He is very botherable.

[tiny tag: Eric O'Grady]

And there is the bartender ( Read more... )

"Gotta dance ( Read more... )

Han has been around. After the cookie dough incident from the other night, however, he's glad to be getting back to the Falcon, even if it does mean he's about to go into a giant moon shaped base (thanks Plourr, for the headsup!) full of Imperials ( Read more... )

Tucked into a booth with a bowl of dry sugar blasted cocoabombs, is a small blonde boy with his slippered feet up on the booth table, giggling ( Read more... )

Jonathan has been in the bar all night, watching the people come and go (although he somehow failed to notice when Andrew was there.)

He's still there, sitting in a booth trying to take it all in.