This outfit is a little less ridiculous, at least.
But Larry feels more like crap, and is seriously starting to wonder what is up with all these false memories involving some kind of cameras. Because really, he could almost understand one, but...what. (The narration observes that this is mostly because she's never seen Starsky and HutchAt least he ( Read more... )

Oh, sure, there are sick people in the bar at the moment. Something's going around, or something.
But none of them look this good doing it.

...Which is one of many reasons Larry's riding this out here, rather than going home. He doesn't mind not having to think about being sick, but the clothes are ridiculous and he'd rather not expose his son ( Read more... )

It's been a while. In the bar, anyway; for Larry, it's only been a couple of days since he was last in here.
(A couple of very, very long days, since he's been waiting to hear back about his gadget sales pitch - but he keeps reminding himself that probably hasn't even gotten to where it's going yet ( Read more... )

Larry's at a table, working on... something.
He may or may not be planning to try his luck with selling something again. (Translation: He totally is. And he's totally not expecting it to get anywhere, but... you never know.)

(OOC: This will likely be Larry's last EP before I set him on the road to going through his most recent canon. As such, it ( Read more... )

Here's a face that hasn't been seen in a while.
Larry's at a table, with what looks to be the guts of a remote-control car spread out in front of him. He wasn't expecting to end up here, but if it gives him time to actually pursue an idea he's got in his head, he'll take it.

(Open for ages, esp. since LJ seems to have the dead on my end.)

In the late afternoon, there is laughter down by the lake ( Read more... )

The bar caught Larry before work, for a change; once he realizes where he is, he makes his way over to Bar and asks for some coffee. When it pops up, it's accompanied by a request that he pinch-hit on the bartending front again ( Read more... )

Larry's somewhat relieved his clothes don't change when he comes through the door this time. He would've dealt if they had, of course (not much else to do about it, around here)... but still.
He heads for Bar and asks for some hot chocolate. The drink's slow in coming, and when it pops up, it's accompanied by a napkin: Any chance you could step ( Read more... )

When Larry comes in, he stops for a few seconds to take in the change of decor. He almost wonders if this is some new exhibit space he hasn't heard about, but there's just enough of Milliways under it that he knows better.
And then he glances down at his clothes... and looks longer.

"Oh, come on, I'm supposed to keep an eye on the exhibits, not ( Read more... )

FOOMP.

The latest patron hasn't come in through the door.

He's dropped in through the fireplace (and yes, the fire, for the purposes of this EP, is out).

He's tall and lanky, bestowed with an odd sort of grace despite his rather contrary appearance. His clothes have clearly seen better days; they are patched here and there, and are, like the person ( Read more... )