The door opens, and in rolls Dib, abnormally large head over heels and moaning a little.

He sits up with a wince after a few moments, rubs his head, and looks around.

"Oh. Hey. Milliways."

The door opens, and in steps a small child with an abnormally large head.

He pauses in the doorway, and gapes around for one... two... three... four seconds, and then he GRINS and gives a triumphal whoop.

"I knew I didn't dream this place!"

((tag that's SMALLER THAN ZIM: Wilbur Whateley ( Read more... )

The door bursts open, and a small child with a big head comes rolling in, coming to a stop flat on his face. On the other side of the door, a very angry little purple-haired girl can be seen for a few moments, before the door closes behind him ( Read more... )

Kitty loves Fridays. She also hates them. When the show starts...oh, man. That's the top of the world. That's perfection and beauty and grit and she feels like God. Waiting for the show to start is as bad as waiting for the full moon to rise.

That's why her coffee is decaf, and her (rare) steak has as many fork-holes as bites from it.

There's someone small, green and yelly over at the bar.

"I SAID FOUR Hydroplasmic thermic disintegrators! They're not to kill anything, certainly not! They're for... ehhhrrr. science! A science experiment, surely you've heard of earth-child school science fairs! Mine's simply far greater than the usual ones!"

Zim made grabby hands at the bar.

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Dib has a problem.

The problem being that, outside of Milliways, all of the data he has collected on the place and the people in it (except for the few little notes he's taken by hand, and it's not like those constitute proof of any kind!) become scrambled, damaged and unreadable ( Read more... )

Minus one hyperactive/dysfunctional Mimi, the mighty Irken Tak lurks around. A hand on her the handle of a strange ray gun, though this is unconsciously. She had heard from another hyperactive/dysfunctional S.I.R. unit that her ultimate enemy, ruiner of her life, Zim, has been in Milliways.

Tak scowls darkly.

"Ziiiiim..." she growls.

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Whether she's looking for the Doctor or pointedly not looking for the Doctor is anyone's guess. Either way, she's at the bar with a fruit cup, tea, and a bit of lightly buttered toast. It's breakfast, anyway ( Read more... )

Should anyone come out to the lake area, there's a young man sitting on the grass, muttering and paging through a thick old book.

A young man with Sime tentacles on each arm, clearly visible as his sleeves are rolled up.

It's been some time since Dib's found the time to come visit Milliways - even if it is undeniably his favoure place in any universe ( Read more... )