If Ruth offloads another drunk smelly person on me I'm going to... maybe I shouldn't do anything, at least I know what to do with drunks.

I just had a good hour. Angela was right, it does help to look at the little bits of good as well as the big ones.

And now I'm in this bar thing again, and I can have a longer break... what shall I do?Toby ( Read more... )

A droid runs towards the door of the bar in a frenzy, towards the lake area, his huge blaster cannon leveled. He sees his prey, much to his chagrin, through the glass. HK savagely kicks open the door and starts blasting, seemingly randomly, before he's even outside. His bolts race towards their small, fuzzy targets and burn holes in the poor ( Read more... )

A hulking, rust-colored droid is in a corner of the bar, secluded.  He jerks his head about in his usually fashion, monitoring the area, while eavesdropping on all the conversations going on through out the entire bar.

His ion rifle hangs from his back, not easily seen by any passer-bys, but ready to be unslung in a second.

And lo, there's a Raspberry in the bar, relaxing on the couch. (She's even managing to keep cohesive enough not to drip on it! Hooray!)

Come talk to her - there's plenty of room to sit down, and she's never been one to mind company.

[OOC: Warning for some serious language in the thread with HK-47.]

The Holby emergency department has calmed down significantly over the last twenty four hours. A lot of the skateboard gang members had either been arrested or collected by their mothers by the time Guppy ventured back last night ( Read more... )

Bill has got coffee tonight. And he's going to be sticking to coffee for awhile now because whiskey and beer? They seem to lead to rather... odd things.

So, coffee. In a booth where he's feeling kinda guilty...and odd. But honestly? Still in a good mood.

Yep.

From here, Revan has found his way into Milliways and has taken up residence in one of the out of the way booths. He has an uneaten plate of food and a forgotten glass of milk on the table before him as he stares at his hands ( Read more... )

[OOM: Atton and HK begin to understand each other.]

HK is standing in some corner, as always. And as always, he is longing for unadulterated violence. He watches the meatbags come and go, because he has little else to do.

He has his favourite ion-rifle in-hand, and  his photoreceptors are lightly glowing. He needs a distraction.

[[OOC: Locked for plot]]

He has been told to relax, to make the most of things, to accept that he can't get back home ( Read more... )