The sound of rain on metal precedes the latest entry into the bar. Max Guevera stalks in, eyes focused on some distant point, expression schooled into lines of irritated determination (or detrmined irritation, it's hard to tell which). She's several feet inside, with the door already swung shut behind her, before she realizes that something's wrong ( Read more... )

Ben hadn't gone back into the bar. Not yet anyways. He'd opted to stay outside. If only because the scents outside didn't assault him like the ones inside the bar. But those hazel eyes look out towards the woods. Wells had told him about firebreathing rabbits and he didn't understand that. Had Manticore... no, Manticore wasn't here. He was still ( Read more... )

Max is certainly surprised when she steps through the door into Milliways. She freezes for a moment, dark eyes narrowing warily. She does relax somewhat when she realizes where she is - it has been some time, but the bar at the end of the universe is not precisely forgettable. It is not, however, a complete negation of tension ( Read more... )

Billy sits near the fire, tapping at his laptop, a determined look on his face. He still is tired, and sore, and confused, hurting, but he is not willing to sit in his room. And he only cries infrequently now, losing his control for long moments of shoulder shaking crying ( Read more... )

The door is slammed open with a bang, kicked inwards, and in walks Ichigo, hands in his pockets. Or should I say, somebody who looks like Ichigo. He looks exactly like him, hair, eyes, everything, but instead of Shinigami robes and a sword, he wear a normal shirt, jeans, and running shoes. This is not the Ichigo that normally comes to the bar ( Read more... )

Max looks worried, more than worried, really, as she sits in her usual booth, hunched over a stack of maps and plans, scribbling furiously in the margins. She also looks as though she hasn't rested for days. Given how long she can go without rest, this is an accomplishment ( Read more... )

There is a Max in a booth, with bits of metal and large amount of wire. And, amidst the clutter, what looks to be a smallish flying saucer ( Read more... )

A priest walks into a bar ( Read more... )

X5. Open flame. There are so many ways in which this could be a not-good thing, even if she is outside rather than in the bar itself ( Read more... )

He hasn't been out of his room.

He's Afraid that something else would happen. Perhaps this place isn't as wholesome and family friendly as he thought ( Read more... )