The Door opens, spits Kimberly into the bar, and closes. The woman is wet from head to toe, and a little muddy around the feet. She gets up, grumbling, and asks one of the server rats for a towel. Once obtaining the towel, she does her best to dry off and seat herself down in front of the fireplace ( Read more... )

The door opens this evening to admit a rather bedraggled Dr. Oliver. He's spattered with mud, more than a little soggy (it's been a rainy day in Reefside), the right leg of his cargo pants has a large tear, and his movements are a bit on the stiff side. A few scratches of varying length and depth on his hands and face indicate that he's probably ( Read more... )

Tommy's not eating dinner this time. Instead, he has a tower of wooden blocks sitting on the table in front of him. He's poking at them periodically, and every so often he'll remove one and carefully place it atop the tower ( Read more... )

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

Tommy's in the bar again. He's sprawled across a sofa this time, and appears to be dozing lightly. The fact that he's still loosely holding his pen and a clipboard mean that sleeping likely wasn't his plan. He probably wouldn't mind being woken up, so long as it's done politely (or at least gently ( Read more... )

There's a Tommy in the bar this evening. He looks a bit worried and preoccupied, and has an untouched latte sitting nearby. It's losing foam just from neglect -- yes, he could use a distraction right now.

Consider him wholly botherable!

Kimberly stands with her pink fuzzy coat in her hand, bewlidered and completely lost. She could have sworn she had walked into her coat closet for her backpack as well as her coat, and expected to be met by darkness, but.. this is something new ( Read more... )