Cal still has Bela in his apartment, but when a Door to Milliways appeared, he opted to take it himself rather than wake her. He doesn't think she's ready to come back yet, and he needs a few hours of not trying to seem calm, reassuring, or anything other than the angry that he is ( Read more... )

It's a typical rainy Detroit day. Kara has been on her feet since very early in the morning, doling out coffee and food to the regulars in the neighborhood, along with the few tourists that find their way to her place of work. Once in a while, she glances towards the door, maybe hoping to see someone, maybe just feeling a little restless ( Read more... )

[ OOM: Get up. Everybody's gonna move their feet. Get down. Everybody's gonna leave their seat. You gonna lose your mind in Detroit Rock City ]

Kara and KalClark have been real busy over the last few weeks getting in the harvest, but at least with her around they don't need to hire so many migrant workers, which saves money and allows her to help out. She likes feeling useful. Best of all, the Harvest Festival is only a week away, and both of them are taking the best of this year's product ( Read more... )

The bar is a hell of a lot nicer than Fox River prison.

As such, T-Bag has been doing a mite more loitering than he usually does (and, wonder of wonders, he hasn't yet gotten around to terrorizing any of the patrons -- well, he's done plenty of looking, but nothing more than slightly overbearing window-shopping).

At present (dressed in a wifebeater ( Read more... )

The demon's been busy getting used to her new mount -- trying out the paces, as it were. So far, so good. The lock-and-key symbol seems to be keeping him subdued and essentially unconscious, which makes it easy to not only manipulate his body, but also to look through his memories and get an idea of how to act like him ( Read more... )

" -- sure you haven't heard from him, Ellen? Yeah. Okay. No, that's all right. Just -- yeah. From your mouth to God's ear. Smack him one for me if he shows, okay? Nah, I already hit him up, but if you could -- yeah. Thanks ( Read more... )

Nothing is ever Methos' concern unless he is directly involved in it. So, as it stands, the recent murder is only his concern in regards to the number of nerves that it seems to have rattled. It is, he must say, a bit of a bother. Still, he is doing his best to remain apathetic (which is surprisingly easy, especially for a man of his caliber ( Read more... )

All Kara wanted was a soda. Which, truthfully, she does get, but it's accompanied by a napkin. She stares, reads it twice, and eyes the bar suspiciously. "Seriously? I don't know how to do this." Bar helpfully supplies a comprehensive bartender's guide, which takes maybe five minutes to read through.

Okay, then.

Specials
Farmer's Cocktail
Sun ( Read more... )

[OOM: It's been an interesting week.]The door opens, admitting a young blond woman in 'work clothing': jeans, boots and a blue tank top. She's not really paying attention to anything but the small cell phone in her hands, other than nudging the door shut behind her ( Read more... )