Fury is in the bar staring at himself.

Sir Nicholas is much calmer about this than Sgt. Nick.

((I totally went there tag: Sir Nicholas Fury, Sgt. Nick Fury))

Yuki is at a table, today, slumped down in his seat in a display of unusually poor posture. He's dressed in his uniform, and, though he's as neat as he almost always is, he wears a truly weary expression that's a good bit more honest than most that ever cross his face ( Read more... )

There is a very small grey kitten, exploring the bar, and sniffing the legs of chairs, tables, and sometimes even people.

But it never strays very far from the dark-haired Goth in  the Tyrian purple cloak, who is sitting by the fireplace quietly plucking the strings of his harp.

There is a cow in the bar. It is a small, baby cow. It has a rope around its neck.

The rope is attached to a Tommy Solomon.

Tommy is reading The Rutherford Bugle and ignoring the cow. The cow is just one of those things that happens to Solomons or people in the vicinity of Solomons. You get used to them ( Read more... )

Steve. Bar. Sketchpad.

Providing late-night amusement for the masses.

Billy's birthday is this week, and Teddy is kind of lost. How do you run out of ideas when you have a Bar at the end of the universe? He's got a couple Nintendo-ish ideas, and the Bar's offered to help, but that feels a little like cheating ( Read more... )

Atton's being musical.

He's out back, sat in a tree with his legs dangling, playing on a harmonica. He's more than a little rusty, but it isn't too bad. Not ear-hurtingly bad, at least.

Botherable.

[Car keys bait: Dinah Lance and Hatsuharu.]

Outside and resting under the shade of a tree, there is a cow.

A cow.

Cow.

Moo.

[OOC: Carkeys bait for Sir Nicholas and John Constantine, but everyone is welcome.]

"Oh, my, God," says the woman who has just walked through the door, a private smile disappearing (and fast) off her face. She takes an instinctive step back -- and smacks into Hellboy's chest ( Read more... )

Have you ever had one of those days where you get up on the weekend and, realizing you have a lot of work, decide to put procrastination aside and go right to it? Still, maybe you don't want to lose any time from your weekend, so you gather up everything you have to do in your rabbit-shaped backpack and head to the local, interdimensional Bar ( Read more... )