It had been a while.... quite a while, actually, since Hex had entered the bar itself ( Read more... )

There's a Matrix in the bar ( Read more... )

Enzo, once again, tucked away in a booth with his homework. The narration would like to say he's more cheerful than last time, but unfortunately, this is not entirely the case. However, it's less a matter of preoccupation and more irritation over his History reading, so that's probably a good sign ( Read more... )

Petra sits at a table near the window-to-the-end her head in her hand. She has a drink and a book in front of her, but neither seem to be holding her interest at all.

*~*~*~*

Hexadecimal is looking for trouble. Or, if that will not work, she will settle for someone from mainframe. She has a small thing limp... thing in her hand.

'I wasn't sure if I wanted to come back here. But, like Mr Lucas, who went back to his own empty house today, I realised that anything had to be better than the continuous rowing.'A screwed up Valentine's card is hurled through the door behind Adrian. He looks down, kicks it back through the door, and shuts it, blocking out the sounds of his ( Read more... )

(OOM: It's a Dragon Attack)

She is fierce.

She is (sometimes) bold.

She... has a really crap immune system, thanks to Globalsoft and centuries of isolating people from one another.

And you know?

Lights are too bloody bright in here, too.

There is a Poof! And suddenly, there is a virus in the bar. She hovers just centimeters above the bar floor, taping one very long finger nail against her cheek as she surveys the bar.

What could this mistress of chaos be up to? Or better yet, What /has/ she been up to?

Something strange is going on. A little yellow walking and talking television moonwalks into the bar. On his screen is a disco ball as he spins around and grooves to the music. He looks around at the bar and the music immediately freezes as he says, "Well hello Bar! Long time no see!" He smiles as he saunters up to her. He pats the top of the bar ( Read more... )

Wilbur is sitting in front of the fire, muttering and writing notes to himself. He looks annoyed.

This is due to the fact that Wilbur, although able to instinctively understand quantum physics in 9D space, is totally hopeless with long division. It's one of those things.

Come help. Or just stare. Whatever.

Most of her garden was gone, but somewhere off to the side, and out of the way hedges are growing.

Hex is still atop a 200 ft daisy with the vines twisting up it, only now it's in the middle of the maze that she has started.

THere are still a few of her plants around, snaking through the grass.