Bill Guarnere? Yeah, that guy can put up with a lot of shit. Even with most of the guys who come in goin' out, he's still at Camp fuckin' Toccoa with fuckin' Captain Sobel, and he ain't gonna let that sonofabitch keep him from his jump wings ( Read more... )

Did someone order something small and cute ( Read more... )

It's winter in Bastogne ( Read more... )

Even good pickpockets are sometimes not quite as deft as they'd like. Kim went for a swell mort's purse today, and the woman, feeling the tug, yelled that there was a pickpocket in the crowd. Kim had had the presence of mind to fall back and yell that there he goes -- but in the resulting surge of the crowd, a would-be nabbing cull saw fit to elbow ( Read more... )

Since she hasn't heard anyone bursting into song for a while, Mary Anne figures it's safe to hang out in the bar.

(You are, of course, welcome to serenade her anyway. Management not responsible for laughter and/or thrown shoes.)

Winter seems to Mary to be going awfully slowly.

It's not that she can't take the cold. She can. But one can only plan out what one wishes to do with one's garden for so many months before one starts to become impatient with the time it's going to take to put one's plans into motion ( Read more... )

Lewis Nixon's frown morphs into a pleased grin as he steps through the door, covered in dust, dried mud, and dark stubble, with a clipboard under his arm, his rifle over his shoulder, and his helmet set on his head at a rakish angle, chinstraps dangling. Retreats aren't something he enjoys. Organizing them? Even less so. This one's a mess, and ( Read more... )

Suzi heads to the Bar, hoping that it's working again, and sets down a rather large collection of invitations. (If Bar isn't working, she'll hand the stack to a passing rat. Suzi is easy this way ( Read more... )

Ryan's been here. You just haven't seen him. Maybe it had to do with the full moon. Maybe it had to do with the fact that he's generally anti-social anyway. Maybe he was secretly scouring the woods for missing werewolves. Hah! Whatever the reason, he's here now.

And so are lots of small furry prey animals. And, well, he can't really help it if his ( Read more... )

Have you or someone you know been turned into an animal? Census here.

Suzi settles down with her new sign in her chair, sighs a bit and avoids the temptation to run a finger over the head nestled against the hollow of her neck. She can't help it, Deitmar is adorable right now. (He only hugs her for her body-heat.)