Outside, someone is laughing. Not in laughter that can be heard by human ears, but in the rustle of grass and the crackle of fallen leaves and the clatter of pebbles by the lakeside.

Outside, a fox is dancing. Bounding, leaping, tumbling.

[[OOC: After this.]]Teja has taken to the forest; he would hide in a grove where nobody ever comes, be by himself, and finally give vent to the grief that has broken open, afresh, when he heard what day it is ( Read more... )

Funny thing about foxes -- they come and go as they please, and tend to appear when things are interesting ( Read more... )

It had been oppressively overcast, cold, and damp for the past few days. In other words: The worst sort of weather, though, to be expected for the time of year.

Max was stupendously happy to have found the bar instead of the bathroom, because it meant that he could actually get warm for once, and get some food while he was at it ( Read more... )

At some point during the afternoon, Sariel Rager slips in from the Enterprise with an armful of presents. It's likely a good thing a few of the boxes are small, or the bar might've been playing host to a toppled-over pilot before long. In short order, a number of gifts are under the Milliways Christmas tree* that weren't there earlier in the day ( Read more... )

Fox has found something very interesting in the bar tonight. It's glittery and colorful and covered in craklypaper and it jingles when he noses it. It looks to him like human-garbage of the sort that often gets dropped around here. It does not smell like food he knows, but it strikes him as an otherwise perfectly acceptible toy. It is thusly ( Read more... )

Skwisgaar was... well, he was in as good a mood as he ever was. He miiiight even have been smiling. Sure, it was late, it was late back home too, but just at the moment he didn't really care. He was sprawled in one of the large chairs near the fire, guitar in his lap, one foot propped up on his amp, the volume low for once ( Read more... )

Wither's taken himself out of doors ( Read more... )

Hey, it's those cats that showed up last week! This time, they're not tumbling in, but running under their own power. The smaller one is carrying a metal bucket that's almost as big as he is, piled high with fish ( Read more... )

The crocodiles were without Segway today. With an almost cartoonish noise a series of faces popped in around the doorframe, looking like a strange sort of totem pole, "Seee! Told you ees bar ( Read more... )