It's a normal enough day for Josh, wandering through with his mug of coffee firmly in hand. The White House isn't conducive to too much sitting still, and so he's wandering through the tables, eaves-whatevering that he can ( Read more... )

Life's been pretty good to 494 of late. His work is satisfying, he's had some amazing (and wow, we mean amazing) sex, and he's not dead yet -- which is about what you can ask for when you're a genetically engineered assassin from a post-apocalyptic United States of the future ( Read more... )

The stride with which Josh enters the bar is very authoritative ( Read more... )

X is downstairs in the main bar today, a pile of books at her left elbow. Many of them contain maps, particularly of the northwestern US and Canada ( Read more... )

Okay, just because he is important and influential, Josh does not want to know about your mindless trivia. This goes for the President telling him about every national park in the United States, and this certainly goes for Donna reading him factoids about what life was like a hundred years ago. It does not matter. Josh has to get a new Chairman of ( Read more... )

Harriet tosses her hair as she settles at the bar, a bound script in front of her. She orders tea and fruit salad.

Well, there's no gym here and it's easier to have fruit then try to find running shoes.

...no, really ( Read more... )

"Hey Sam! Have you got that -- oh huh."

You'd think Josh would have learned his lesson about walking blindly into rooms while shouting. Not so, alas.

[[tinytag: Jack Rudolph]]

Ellen Harvelle doesn't know her bar like the back of her hand. As folks like to point out sometimes, who goes around staring at the back of their hand like they're out to memorize it? What use'll that ever be ( Read more... )

Having finally finished going through that big ass book of a few nights ago, Mary Anne's reviewing her research notes. Or at least, she was, until she came to the conclusion that nothing she'd read was useful ( Read more... )