Saturdays are Tommy's favourite day of the week, or were until he got landed in uniform again. Now they're more or less like every other day, which is to say either relatively uneventful or, more frequently, interrupted by the world's constant need for saving ( Read more... )

[OOMs left over from Christmas:

12/21: Tommy pays a visit to his brother David, ostensibly to wish him a Merry Christmas but more to drop the J-bomb in the guy's lap. Unfortunately for Tommy, David manages to give as good as he gets in terms of surprises.

12/22: Back in Angel Grove, Dr. O follows through on the advice that David gave him and ends ( Read more... )

Being digitized does not, Tommy has discovered, grow any easier with repetition. It is still a wholly unnatural and unsettling experience, though one that he'll voluntarily subject himself to in order to help his friends ( Read more... )

Jason is in the bar, eating a cupcake. This alone is not much; but he's surrounded by more than a few wrappers left over from others. Five, maybe six.

Those who know him well may fear this upon sight.

A paleontologist walks into a bar. It may not be one of the greatest openers of all time, but it's a very accurate description of what is now happening in Milliways ( Read more... )

Tommy is back in the bar, and he seems rather content with this. For the first time in a long time, Dr. Oliver is having what amounts to a normal life again. He's made of matter rather than electricity, he has his guy parts back, and he's gotten to return to teaching once more ( Read more... )

Tommy's curled up in one of the chairs near the fireplace. She has a latte in one hand and a pencil in the other, and seems to be doodling in a sketchbook of some sort. Distraction and company of any sort would likely be welcome; she looks a bit bored.

Have at.

[OOC: I'd like to get poor Tommy swapped back tomorrow, so if anyone has an f-t-m pup ( Read more... )

Tommy has had a very long past couple of days, between being digitized, fighting Daemon, worrying about Bob and then being un-digitized. He'd waited a day for the last; as much as he's happy about being human again (while he'd gladly be a Sprite again to help his friends out, he likes being made of matter), the process was just too unpleasant the ( Read more... )

There is a Jason Scott in the bar, sitting at a table by the door. He has a glass that he's quickly depleting of its alcohol content, and is keeping a very close eye on the bar.

Very, very close indeed.

Ahh, how good it feels to have a nap ( Read more... )