"Sure, Nana Olaf, I'll just get it out of the pan ... try ..."

Greg Sanders wasn't expecting Milliways to pop up in the kitchen while helping to prepare Christmas Eve dinner, and he certainly doesn't look pleased about it now.

Because he was trying to cook, here ( Read more... )

Out of Milliways: Hospitals bore Greg Sanders.

Otherwise known as "canon sucks."

Spoilers for CSI 7x04.

The way Greg looks when he walks into Milliways is rather like he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes might start bleeding out of his face -- bleary and watery, that is -- and it's a pretty accurate assumption, considering, well, he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes feel like they might bleed out of his face ( Read more... )

[ooc: In honor of dwarf planet Xena being named Eris...]

Malcolm is sitting by the fireplace, a glass of Glenmorangie within reach. And he's going to be on a second one pretty soon because when he asked Bar for something "different" to read, he got a copy of Principia Discordia, from some strange little publisher called "Steve Jackson Games ( Read more... )

Pre-Milliways: Exposed

The door bursts open and a newcomer walks in. He's sporting a brushcut and a trenchcoat, and he looks, well...ticked off.

A newspaper falls from his hand as he looks up and registers the change in surroundings.

"What the fuck is going on?"

Twenty-four hours have passed since the strange clock appeared beside the back door.

In that time, the single hand of the clock has slowly moved from the 1 to the 2.

When it reaches that second number, it chimes twice, softly. And no matter where in the bar or bar grounds you are right now, you'll hear it, just as softly.

Ting. Ting.Then comes ( Read more... )

Harry has had, it must be said, better nights than last night. Any morning that begins with finding your clothes and picking fur and sinew out from between your teeth is generally not high on his list of best possible mornings. Still, there have been far worse ones in his past ( Read more... )

"... this isn't my crime scene."

He was supposed to be meeting Warrick at the Tangiers, but then the Tangiers went and turned into Milliways behind his back.

Or in front of him, really, because Greg doesn't walk into doors backward.

Shrugging, he flops down in a booth.

The bar probably has a reason.

[ OOM: Like the song says, every new beginning comes from some other beginning's end. Rated B for break-up and W for wistful.]

"Adam, how the hell hard can it be to get a camel in the damn desert? Yes, I know that it's Santa Fe and not Africa, but rent one from a zoo or something. Listen, I'm tired, I was in a dungeon two days ago, and I had to kill a gazebo in a cage. Don't cross me. I'm really really grouchy, and... yes, I'm going to a bar. Damnit, Adam. You're going to ( Read more... )