[OOM: Circumstances and people change, and sometimes you don't realize how much until you take a step back and really look aroundAlanna and Adam haven't been in the bar together -- or at all, in Adam's case -- since they moved, but here they are, hand in hand and looking content. Both seem as if they have been spending a great deal of time ( Read more... )

There is, once again, a very small winged dinosaur swooping and diving around the bar.

Watch your heads.

Naomi's first birthday is coming up in a week and a half. Her first birthday.

Wash is torn somewhere between feeling pride, feeling amazed and baffled at the whole I-could-swear-I-held-her-in-the-crook-of-my-arm-yesterday thing, and just feeling old.He's also parked out in a booth, milkshake plunked in the center of the table and his datapad close ( Read more... )

Petrie is in the rafters, where he has been since whenever he woke up yesterday.

He can't quite figure out how to get down, right now.

Today is a day like any other. The sun is shining, the birds are crapping on the heads of those unwary who venture outside beneath the trees, and there's a heaping portion of potent magical food set out for unsuspecting bar patrons ( Read more... )

Well, looky here.

There are some small creatures of varying sizes in the tree-cave - sorry, bar. A yellow one, a brown one, and a green one.

Cera marches in proudly, Petrie fluttering overhead and Ducky trailing behind, urging Spike to hurry.

"Found it!"

It took almost twenty minutes to find the right cave. The end of an Epic Quest!

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Today.

Is a special day.

Today is a day when Nymphadora Tonks is not screaming her head off in agony as she attempts to push a squirming, screeching bowling ball out of her body.

However, it is the first anniversary of that blessed event ( Read more... )

There is a very small pterodactyl flying around the bar, somewhere near head level.

For reasons known only to Bar, he is wearing a tutu. And fairy wings.

It happens rather suddenly ( Read more... )

Crowley stole the Sunday papers, this morning, before Aziraphael could read them.

It's pretty great that he was in a position to, really, but not quite so wonderful is the reason he didHe's not reading them, exactly - they're open to the story that's of, ah, particular interest, but Crowley seems more interested in his coffee, and in sporadically ( Read more... )