Domino is cleaning her gun in a booth. She's quite focused on the task, though she doesn't, strictly speaking, need to be. It's just something she can do while she thinks, which might explain the rifle propped up next to her, awaiting its turn ( Read more... )

A tattooed young woman is tapping away at a datapad today, distracted (for once) from the drink and rather large meal in front of her. Jack's hunger for food and alcohol pales in comparison to her hunger for money (and guns, and a good fight), and thus the small orange screen is receiving the majority of her attention. Her eyes wide, she scans the ( Read more... )

Joan's been using the bar as a door between worlds these days. Work in hers, home in Harry's ( Read more... )

Gordon's been shunting back and forth between White Forest and Milliways, thanks to that men's room door that gives Corporal Shephard so much trouble. It makes cramming extra hours into his day so much easier, especially since he's got an unprecedented responsibility ahead of him: making a speech. This is not something at which he excels. This is, ( Read more... )

Gordon hadn't meant to come to the Bar today, but apparently Shephard isn't the only one who has issues with the door of the White Forest men's room. So much for getting out of the HEV suit after eight hours of travel and several hours of labor and combat. Well, he's got a room upstairs, he can go and get changed if it hasn't been reassigned- he'll ( Read more... )

[OOM. Christopher and Millie.]

There is a Christopher.

He is wearing a Very Impressive silk dressing gown and has just come through the door. This one is the color of rubies, and it's got golden dragons that glisten when the light hits them.

Feel free to admire it.

*appears by the door, halfway through the act of removing his hat, and wearing an extremely high-collared shirt with a plum waistcoat. He looks vaguely surprised.*

Bother. This place again. I suppose there's no questions of getting home in time for a nightcap, either.

*Appears in the doorway, looking mildly surprised. He frowns and brushes invisible dust from the sleeves of his indigo waistcoat before stepping forwards towards the bar.*

Dear me. Would anyone happen to know who in particular was looking for me?