Hank McCoy sits at the Bar, drinking coffee and tapping away at his Rather Odd Looking Laptop.

(Milli-Descriptions: The Rather Odd Looking Laptop, looks, well, oddly, almost as if someone had melted three laptop cases together, then used them to house a new laptop. It is misshaped and oddsized, with gleaming bells and whistles, and some ( Read more... )

Watcher in the bar, with tea and brekkers.
He's been around the library mostly, and one of those weird Millitime warps have been affecting his sense of timing.
So been a while, but here's a Giles.

(occ: ack, later than I thought. I'll be off and on around today [food, class, and the like], so slowtime to be expected, but will tag as much as I can ( Read more... )

Again, the woman sat at the bar, but this time there was one change.

She sat with her back to the bar as she surveyed the room, her tea and saucer held in her hands. There were, as always, so many people about. So many possible dreams...

She smiled.

There is an Ace, at the Bar, munching on her dinner of quesadillas and coke. This is an Ace in an intolerably cheerful mood - amazing how good news can cheer one up. She'll probably share the food if, y'know, someone asks.

Or takes.

She's amenable to that too.

Exercise today was good, if solitary. Ray came back in from running, went upstairs, and got his sleeping out of the way for a while. He's in the main Bar now, having acquired dinner, a glass of the green stuff, and a place to sit. Currently, he's eating while reading an enormous black book, bound in dragon skin (or so he's told), with a chain ( Read more... )

Hobart watched the tea.

She watched the faint few bubbles on the surface swirl and stick to the rim of the mug, pale against the actual brew - tiny windows into the world beyond that surface.

The edge of a fingernail brought a rift among them, popped them, scattered them, eliminated them, and brought such ripples in its wake ( Read more... )