"Fah!" the tall, foppish man calls over his shoulder as he walks into the bar. "You must admit that the coat is the finest you've worn all year! Why, the collar is a dream! The waist is, of course, a nightmare, but still a huge improvement over ( Read more... )

Barbara doesn't play a lot of games. She's a busy woman. But every so often she'll play something as long as it's conveniently nearby. And she's good at it.

So this evening she's playing pool.

By herself at the moment, though she doesn't look like she'll object to someone coming and getting their butt kicked. Because Babs is good at pool. ( Read more... )

WORK WANTED.

Former operative for an Earth U.S. covert organization, 21st Century, available for short or long-term temporary work. Skills include: extraction, S&R, surveillance, bodyguard, undercover work. Other work negotiated on case-by-case basis. Contact Nikita at 555-NIKI. Some references available on request.Nikita studies the posting with ( Read more... )

So, the outside of the bar was -- different. Nikita had wound her way once around the lake, and tried to find her way into the woods, then ended up back at the shore.

Hunh.

She squinted into the sunlight, sitting down on her heels and trying to figure out where to go next.

When Yrael refused to wake up to acknowledge the accumulating napkins informing him of his impending bartending shift, Bar turned to other methods. The waitrat Ivanhoe relished the opportunity, certainly, shoving the sleeping not'cat off the countertop with enthusiasm ( Read more... )

*bang!* *bang!* *bang!*Shots could be heard under the floor. Then someone flipped open a trap door against one wall, backing up a staircase, guns blazing, until there weren't any bullets left ( Read more... )