Harold's goings do not really need mentioning simply because they are boring. It is his comings that tend to be unusual.

They aren't being narrated, which gives Harold a little more time before dying. He has just left from here.

He grins slightly, carrying the case of the fender Stratocaster in his left hand, before going to the bar.

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The door slides open, blue light visible through it for a moment as Al steps in. The door slides closed ( Read more... )

Specials:
French Sailor
Steamboat
Captain Cook

Simple. Effective. Piratey.

Even if Mal isn't convinced the French had pirates ever.

For Harold, the last several months went by in merely a few hours. He went home once leaving Milliways and yet found himself facing the bar again when he opened the door to his closet.

He sighs, " Wasn't I just here?" as he steps through being thankful he hadn't dressed for bed yet.

Peter steps in through the door and makes it halfway across the floor before he realizes he has no idea where he is. Or where he was a second ago.

He pauses -- right in the flow of traffic, and oblivious to the fact -- and looks around, plainly baffled.

[OOC: Peter has a new mun, and to make things easier on me, I'm bringing him in as though it' ( Read more... )

Harold had left some time back. The leaving wasn't important enough to be narrated. Really, it wasn't ( Read more... )

Heathcliff.
Pillows. Booth.
Snoring.
Shakeable.

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