The door opens, and Johnny steps through smoothly, straightening his jacket. After lending Ray a helping hand, he'd gone back to Vegas for a little while to walk the tables and throw a little luck around ( Read more... )

[OOM:

Ray and his merry band of .... well, something... head back to his world for some righteous vengeance. Thanks to their excellent choices of personnel, getting in is remarkably easy. Johnny Destiny makes sure that a few basic things go the right way- well begun is half done, after all- and then bestows some luck on the other unwilling guests ( Read more... )

(( OOM: Johnny hitches a ride back to Vegas with an old friend ( Read more... )

(( OOM: Coyote and Johnny have a little conversation in the dream world. ))

(OOM: In which Johnny takes a walk in the Nevada desert, reminisces, and inadvertently sends himself on a sort of vision quest.)

( Plot-locked, of course. Unless you happen to be howling_laugh, in which case, feel free to drop by in a dream or two. ;D )

Johnny's in his room, upstairs, when he hears it.

The howling.Something about it just ... doesn't seem right. Something about the sound cuts straight through his soul ( Read more... )

He has been writing music, something beyond the familiar strains of the song he calls Goodnight Julia. He doesn't have the sax with him at the moment, but still, there's a feeling of accomplishment. Sitting at the bar (but not at the corner bar stool), he orders himself a cup of tea and a shot of vodka; after a sip of tea he mixes the vodka right ( Read more... )

Raven is settled comfortably on the sofa, a plate of cookies resting below one dangling hand.

He seems a little more relaxes than he has for no small number of days, now.

Vacations in the TARDIS are not to be sneered at.

Particularly when the company is very good.

Though Milliways itself is a good second choice--at least for the moment.

Johnny Destiny, luck god with a small g, inna bar.

At a table, actually, with a fresh deck of cards that he asked Bar for - as he's already started sharing cards out of his lucky deck. Mostly, he's just cutting and shuffling them to break them in, and humming to himself.

He wouldn't be adverse to a little conversation, though.

Guppy is having a sandwich in a booth near the infirmary.

The doctor is in

Not met him yet? Come say hello. He likes people providing they aren't trying to hit him or throw things at his head.