There's a little dog in the bar. He doesn't look very happy. Sandwiches might help, but he's not certain enough to dare trying.

There is a Guppy sitting quietly at the bar, thinking, not worrying particularly, just thinking. The kitten is sitting on his shoulder playing with his hair, but he doesn't appear to notice.
Come and poke him, should you feel inclined. He will welcome all conversation.

*There is a kitty on the bar with a book open under its paws.*

*It looks hungry, doesn't it?*

*Wait. Cats can't read!*

Eska's in the bar sitting at a table, and seemingly staring very hard at a cocktail stirrer.

There's almost certainly a reason. She looks sober enough.

After her bath yesterday, Mel slept for longer than she's ever slept at once, waking up when Mikey returned after happy hour, and then staying with him all night. The best night in well over a month.

Now the familiar sight of the damp haired Slayer has returned to your Milliways morning. She missed this.

There's a small brown kitten exploring the main bar room.

Sheemie is following at a small distance, keeping an eye on him, but generally letting him explore.

Eska is out by the lake again, enjoying the absolutely-not-Ankh-Morpork Scottish air.

She's lying on the grass under a tree, eyes closed, breathing shallow.

Somewhere, a bird's flying.

Claire's behind the bar today. Didn't think she would be? Well, you thought wrong. She's behind the bar and she's already cleaned and straightened everything twice. She looks tired and stressed and generally dissatisfied with life, but that's all par for the course lately ( Read more... )