Things have seemed a little strange of late around the Bar. By and large, Fawkes hasn't noticed; he's been busy being distracted by things being done in the Wasteland, and only come to the Bar to get time away from the Brotherhood planning and strategizing ( Read more... )

Teresa meant it when she told the man from Security that she wouldn't need a room. Or much to eat or drink, for that matter ( Read more... )

It only occurred to Fawkes relatively recently that there was no great harm in attempting to look a little neater than he usually does. Given that no one on his side of the door's been willing to say anything about the ripped remains of his Vault suit, he's more or less let it pass. Clothing, like many other things, is transitory at best ( Read more... )

Karkat knows perfectly well that if he wants to get anything accomplished on a project he should hole up somewhere and turn off Trollian. He only works on things in public so he has the pleasure of grousing about being hassled while he's busy. Today he is applying that technique to his ongoing screenplay ( Read more... )

It's taken a bit of time, getting used to a new set of instincts in the back of her mind. Now, Kanaya trusts herself enough to brave the main bar for a longer length of time, rather than scurrying down the stairs for sustenance, then disappearing back up them ( Read more... )

After that last trip up to Canterbury and back, and after Halloween finally ended, Ellen returned to the Project Purity grounds with the intention of returning the pack Brahmin. To her surprise, she ran into Paladin Tristan there- and Star Paladin Cross. They had news, and the paperwork to prove it ( Read more... )

[Out by the lake: Last night, Fawkes met a dead man.]

One can hear Twilight's approach to the back door of Milliways long before she actually arrives--a soft jingle jingle jingle that increases in volume with every iteration.

Finally, just as you're about to get out of your seat and look outside to figure out what is making that damn ringing noise, she strides in. She's wearing a broad-brimmed ( Read more... )

[OOM: So Gloria,
Send out your message of the light
That shadows in the night.
Gloria, where's your undying love?
Tell me the story of your life

(This street’s not forever, but it never seems to end
I know we’ll stay together, though neither wants to bend
The horizon is nearer than we could ever dream
But then I think you always knew)]
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A moment ago, the door was largely blocked by nine feet of green-skinned mutant in the scraps of an old Vault suit. That is no longer the case.

"What.... what just happened?" says the uniformed man standing there instead. And then: "Is that my voice?"