Time for a bit of quiet time, away from the base and the war. Sort of. The book Howard is reading is an account of the aerial part of the Battle of France. By a man of some reputation as a flier as well as a writer, a man Howard admires. It's quite a gripping book.

But not so much so that Howard won't say hello.

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[OOC: Yes, I'm still alive, though some days are more indicative of this than others. Anyway! This is as much to see which characters I still have voices for as to see which characters people are interested in interaction with. No need to migrate accounts for pups I can't/won't play, after all! Please indicate as best you can who you're tagging.]

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Things have gotten busier since they let Natalie back out into the field. Insurgency missions are far behind her; for the last two weeks, she's been working to disrupt a Covenant mining operation. They're making headway, but the Covenant have been settled in for a long time and they're not going to be dug out overnight ( Read more... )

Sunshine finally finished up her solstice-gift baking earlier today. It'd taken longer than she'd expected, but soon, baskets with tags labeled "Happy Winter Solstice, from Sunshine" are left with the Bar for: ( Balthazar Blake, Thirteen, Ben Wade, Ned, Axel, Teja, Finvarra, Urquhart, James Watson, Howard Stark, Gene Hunt, Elrond Halfelven, Juliet O'Hara, Shawn Spencer, Burton Guster, Steve Rogers, and David Stutler )

The door slides open (since when does it do that ( Read more... )

With Jo freeing Sallie up from bartending, she's taking the time to enjoy the process of decorating around the bar for the holiday season. A wreath over the fireplace, cinnamon brooms in random corners, and of course appropriate amounts of mistletoe ( Read more... )

One a_mere_child napping on the couch,
one g00d_d0ggie romping through the snow,
one no_vampires_plz practicing fire spells,
one doyousmellfudge with a giant mug of tea,
and a withhistailhigh in a pear tree.*

Take your pick.

* No, really. There's a pear tree out by the lakeshore and he's stretched out on one of the lower limbs.

The sounds of winter, chill and soft, sing from the piano this evening. The lilting melody is quiet, slow, frozen-over with the year's darkness. But still, it already holds the seeds of the new year. Soon the cold notes, falling like drops from the ends of icicles, gather strength and warmth as though the sun had suddenly risen from behind a cloud ( Read more... )

It's been another day, another dollar for Howard.  Or it would be, if he weren't a "Dollar a Year" man in his current role with the SSR.  But figuring out what to do with the only known supply of vibranium is proving to be a big job.  He needs a break.  And has managed find a door into unreality, where he can get good beer and hopefully some ( Read more... )

Things back home might count as 'quiet' if it weren't for SOF. Those members of SOF that frequented Charlie's Coffeehouse, who knew Sunshine and what she could do, could tell that the attack that had taken Paulie might have been aimed at her. They meant to keep her safe, whether she wanted them to or not. It had taken her nearly an hour (of ( Read more... )