While not one usually to succumb to such things, Dominic has taken one of the couches by the fire, back against one of the arms, legs stretched out on the seat. There's a folder on his lap, and he's going through the contents in a somewhat detached manner. He's slightly more involved in the fact that the jukebox (apparently dormant - or at least in ( Read more... )

( oom: dominic ( philippe leidie de) greene )

When you stay in a hot climate long enough, your tolerance for heat eventually gets higher, but this does not mean that you will ever not appreciate a well air-conditioned facility.

This statement  may or may not have to do with the reason that Dominic is in the bar today. Regardless, he's seated at the bar with a glass of cold water and (given it ( Read more... )

Having made himself ready and received his shapeshifting lessons from Asar-Suti [NOT DONE. Not even started yet, but for convenience it is Under way!], he's now in the bar for what could be the last time ( Read more... )

Birthdays. Seems like every year there's another one of them ( Read more... )

At four in the morning [or thereabouts], only mad dogs and Englishmen would be awake ( Read more... )

Some time after this.

Darren Nichols is out. Leaning against a tree.

He can't breathe. He can't breathe. Shit, he's going to pass out, he can't breathe. Shit. Shit.

He totally thought he was going to die.

The chill in the morning air is a telltale sign that autumn is approaching, and Arianrhod (who has finally reappeared here at the End of All Things) is happily dancing inbetween the trees of the forest.

"A pity it is," she says to them, head turned upward toward the still green leaves, "that your life span is so short."

The wind rustles the leaves ( Read more... )

After a day's worth of work in the weapons range he's sitting in the bar, staring at the door that leads to his world ( Read more... )

[OOM: Up in her kingdom, Arianrhod lets out her anger and almost shakes the entire place to the ground.]