Out back, far enough away from the bar for safety and some level of discretion, there's a target range. (There are probably a couple, given Milliways patrons and Milliways geography. This is one without glassy-fused craters from Autobot cannons ( Read more... )

On a day like today, there's no point in staying inside. So Kyra had her lunch outdoors-- a cheeseburger, which was freaking delicious, and a bit of baklava because she got a taste for it in New Mecca and they have it here ( Read more... )

[oom: in which a character and an author have creative differences. Marlowe and Edmund are not, as they say, peas and carrots.]

Young, dead, bored almost-nobleman in the bar.

The problem with death is there's nothing to fight for.

Lilly's sitting at the bar, picking at some paradoxes and looking thoughtful.

Contrary to popular belief, this is not an omen of disaster.

Riddick hasn't actually left the bar. Not to go back to his home world anyway. He could if he wanted to. But he knows what's on the other side of that door. Knows about the rebelling army that he'll have to kill. Wouldn't be the first time they've tried to go against their Lord Marshall. His mind, however, is on the one he lost. His Kyra. For now ( Read more... )

Logan comes up to the bar tonight, has a seat and addresses the counter. "Lemme have some a' that swill Reynolds drinks an a bottle of Jack." There's a pause and then bottles of both appear and a glass.

With a nod Logan cracks open each and starts to alternate shots between the two. Eventually he might think about getting something to eat as well

Kyra's been around. If you haven't seen her (and it's likely you haven't), that's probably just the way she likes it. Right now, she's sitting by the fire and eating an apple, which makes a very satisfying crunch.

She appears content, but it is probably best not to startle her. It's a bitch digging shivs out of people.

River likes the rafters ( Read more... )

So, get this: You really can climb up to the rafters.

Kyra knows because she's currently there, balanced easily on a beam, and is wandering around in search of ... oh, something interesting. So far it's mainly cobwebs.

All the same, you get a killer view of everybody down below. Bird's eye, you know?

It's pretty sweet.

Dean's hands are a little greasy when he comes in today. Most of the rest of him was probably pretty bad off, too, judging by the filthy rag tucked into his back pocket ( Read more... )