[OOM: Shalla and Mal talk about closets of doom, confusing relationships, and the meaning of "bantha kriffer." Then they vaguely play hide-and-seek, which ends with pain and a face-eating bunny. Good times for all.]

Millitimed to July 16th.

[OoM: In which Mal and Ajedrez's swordfighting lesson goes smoothly as normal...until it really doesn't.]

It’s those little things in life, like being able to actually reach doorknobs, that you never really appreciate until you find yourself one foot tall.

And cute.

And fluffy.

Penguin inna bar, trying to get as drunk as possible (a tricky feat when you can’t actually lift the glass). Don’t let the aura of overwhelming adorability fool you.

[ooc: I ( Read more... )

[OoM: Millitimed to the night before last, Ajedrez trips over Orion. Of course, Mal is there to witness. Conversation goes up and down, but eventually the subject of 'knowing thine enemy via alcohol' comes up. Sadly for Sands, it is around about then that he turns up and is kidnapped (highly against his will). There is banter and tension and then a ( Read more... )

It’s no grand entrance.

The door opens, and Ben steps through with a spring in his step and a hand wrapped in bandages. He’s in the process of unzipping his fly, and it takes a moment for the fact that this is not a restroom and Bar is not a urinal to register ( Read more... )

There is a jingle of, no, not bells, but coins as the front door opens. Coins on an anklet, hidden by a long, swirling blue-purple skirt. The quiet jingle stops, though, when the owners sees where she is.

Milliways.

Without her veil.

Zenobia's eyes widen as she brings her hand to her (uncovered) mouth. She's a little too pale, against her long ( Read more... )

[OoM: In which there is a training session, swords, some cheerful snark, and a surprising lack of blood.]

[After this, things are tense between Mal and Sands. Millitimed to a rather long time ago, on account of muns being forgetful beasts. And like to argue about who gets to post.]

You know how you have those nights where you can't sleep? You toss and you turn, you doze off and then the slightest thing jerks you awake again, and then in the morning you feel cloudy-headed and grumpy at everything ( Read more... )

For Christmas, Ajedrez got a book. She thought it was 'Shadow of the Wind'.

Today, it is something else quite, quite different.

Thus, she is eyeing the book. Warily, cautiously, and very curiously.

And, yes, she is wearing glasses.