The door opens to admit a young man with a determined stride, flipping through a dossier. About three steps in, he stops and looks up ( Read more... )

Stitch has thoroughly investigated the interior of Milliways over the past few days. Well, as thorough as possible, anyway. While his curiosity did lead him upstairs at one point and barging in on strangers has never really struck him as rude, not being in procession of any keys turned out to be a greater obstacle than he had expected. The stench ( Read more... )

So, get this: You really can climb up to the rafters.

Kyra knows because she's currently there, balanced easily on a beam, and is wandering around in search of ... oh, something interesting. So far it's mainly cobwebs.

All the same, you get a killer view of everybody down below. Bird's eye, you know?

It's pretty sweet.

A strange feeling has come upon me. A feeling of longing, for what I do not know. I have my friends, my dear friends, Bruenor the Dwarf king and ever at his side is Regis the Halfling, Wulfgar the leader of the barbarians of Icewindale was back once more in both mind and body, there was Guenhwyvar of course the magical panther always eager to come ( Read more... )

Kenshin would hate for his swordsmanship to get rusty... however, he's reluctant to practice around the dojo. Whatever Kaoru-dono says about not caring that he was hitokiri -- she still hasn't seen him truly fight, and he has no desire whatsoever to scare her so much she throws him out of her house. He knows of no good place to practice around ( Read more... )

Out back today, you might notice that there's a wolf running laps around the lake.

Take a closer look, and you'll notice the strange marks on its fur, the earring it's wearing, and the rather piercing blue eyes it has.

You'll probably also hear the rattling coming from the chain and manacle clamped to its left front paw.

Nothing too weird.

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After his first time out of the bar in a long while, and a certain Puck's informing him of a greenhouse, Nicholas D. Wolfwood had a fantastic plan.

And a present for his pal.

He set a potted poppy flower of the red variety down on the table of the booth with him, smiling warmly as he looked at it. Sure, it wasn't a geranium, but it was a red flower. ( Read more... )

There is one Dick Grayson, in the bar, at the door. His hair is uncombed and he's in pajama pants. It looks like -someone- was grabbed by the door when he'd just woken up, judging by the bewildered look on his face ( Read more... )

Security members on Valentines day, especially this one, weren't prone to anything different than normal really. She'd slept and then come inside, spandex wrapped and ready for work ( Read more... )

Steph's sitting cross-legged on Bar, chin resting on one fist, wearing a peaceful - if faintly bemused - smile.

Puppets! Everywhere! Puppets!

It's pretty much hilarious, really. Although Steph's carefully not eating anything produced by Bar, just in case.