Wednesday enters the bar this evening, her arms rather full. She immediately heads for the bar and places Cicero's case on it, as well as a few bags full of various black cloth. There's a note attached to the bags that simply states in elegant calligraphy From Wednesday"Please give that to Clive." The bags disappear ( Read more... )

Charlie hasn't played in the bar for a while, so he's at the piano, playing Bach.

Eddie is sitting in a booth by himself, feet propped up on the table before him. He's got a somewhat ironic 'I heart NY' cap pulled down over his eyes, though he's not truly sleeping.

Jack is also in the bar, though he's a bit more polite, sitting cross-legged on the floor in one of the bar's (apparently) many corners. Tea as always is set before ( Read more... )

The door opens ( Read more... )

Miho is mostly unarmed, for once, but today she is wearing something she hasn't been seen in for a while.

Yup.

Rollerblades.

Joy.

Don't worry, she won't knock you flying. Honest. She's good.

Max is curled up in a booth, flipping through her file folder again. The photographs are piled off against the wall, being ignored for the time being. She hasn't found anything useful from them, and they're disturbing ( Read more... )

The weather is nice now, and the ground less hard, so Miho is going through excercises outside - just very basic sword kata, with a pair of bokken. Every now and then, it is good to go back to the most basic of basics.

She looks relaxed though, rather than intensely concentrated, and would not be averse to company.

She's holding threads in her mind. Threads that lead to so many people ( Read more... )

There is one Eddie Brock, sitting at the bar, arm still in a cast and sling. He's looking a bit better, which is to say, he no longer looks like he was worked over for a few hours with a two-by-four. He doesn't look much better, but it's an improvement anyways ( Read more... )

Max's people watching has a little more focus today than it usually does. She's definitely looking for someone in specific. Or rather, trying to avoid someone in specific, but as that involves knowing where they are, or might be, it looks rather similar.

Anyway, edgy looking X5 in a booth, with coffee. Feel free to bother, just don't sneak up on