Summertime means not being limited to that warm inlet out here when you want to go swimming, and Kate's not letting it go to waste ( Read more... )

"--hey!"Thrust through the door by John's hands, she blinks against the sudden light and chatter of the bar ( Read more... )

When the front door puts in an appearance for the first time since Kate fell into the bar, it sends her sprinting back up the stairs to her room to change back into the sandy jeans and tank top and button-down shirt she was wearing that day ( Read more... )

Ben isn't in a terribly good mood today, as evidenced by the way he is curled up in a booth, knees at his chest, eyes staring at the part of the bench his body's not covering. Beside him on the table surface is a milkshake more milk than shake. Supposedly chocolate makes you feel better? It's not working so well for Ben.

After finally visiting the nightclub -- she can take it or leave it -- and poking her head in the infirmary just to take a look, she'd kind of thought she'd have to go back upstairs for a beer or outside to climb a tree or wander the magically repeating forest ( Read more... )

Happy, Happy Birthday, X-23

[OOC: Some threads are still in slowtime, and are open as long as the muns involved want them to be. I've tried to get all the tags on this right, and I think I have them all, but if I've missed you or gotten your tiny tag wrong, please let me know, and I'll correct. Finally, there were 1450 replies to this at the ( Read more... )

Drinkin' at home or drinkin' at the end of the universe: it doesn't much matter to him. End result's gonna be the exact same, so either's good. As he opens the door, his hand goes to that knife he carries in his pocket ( Read more... )

Perched on the edge of a booth's table with an opened beer bottle wedged between her knees and a plate of nearly-finished apple pie in one hand, Kate feels pretty good people-watching in her good old jeans and Janis Joplin shirt tonight.

She hasn't said a word to anyone yet, but that crooked smile her mouth hints at every now and then suggests ( Read more... )

The front door opens to let Kate in, and there's a moment in which nothing but surprised recognition moves over her face ( Read more... )

Somewhere on the planet called Gaia, an unsuspecting but probably really friggin' deserving son of a bitch is getting killed and there might just be a lot of blood. Maybe even some guts spilling out, washing the landscape and scenery in dull red before the planet's guiding force rises up to call that sorry poor fuck back home. The Lifestream picks ( Read more... )