Time off because of an injury is one thing, and eminently acceptable. You really cannot be expected to perform with any degree of quality if you've been hurt. Time off because of rampaging headache... well, that's a little harder to justify. Especially if you've been cultivating a particular habit for two years. Even if the headache seems to have ( Read more... )

Now here's something you don't see every day. At a table are three men and two women, all playing Sabacc. Biggs Darklighter, Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, Qui-Gon Jinn, Mark Cohen and Joanne Jefferson are playing with various degrees of skill. If the piles of change in front of them are any indication, Biggs seems to be raking in the cash ( Read more... )

Ray actually got some sleep the other day, and when next he sees the Doctor he's going to thank him effusively for it. Right now he doesn't particularly want to spend the resultant mental clarity on any sort of higher mathematics whatsoever, as that's what's occupied his time and brainmeats for the past week or two ( Read more... )

Juuuuuuust in case he was physically ready to go back to his world and didn't know it yet, Ray slipped out of the Bar early this morning, slung on a backpack weighted with enough books to simulate his proton pack's mass, and tried to run with it for a stretch ( Read more... )

The door opens, and four men in matte black Mark III Katarn armor walk through. They're each carrying BlasTech DC-17m blaster rifles and their helmeted heads are nodding as if in conversation, though there is no audible noise ( Read more... )

Ray's still plugging through his crystallography notes, but he's about at the end of his patience for those. Ten more pages, and he's going to reward himself with the stack of printouts on qi cultivation exercises and their relationship to psychic energies ( Read more... )

It starts with a vial containing a strange black oil. Agent K brings it to Milliways to show Ray Stanz and Peter Venkman. MiB suspects the oil is sentient, but does it have a PKE reading too? Ray agrees to run some tests, and disturbed by what he finds, asks Tahiri if she knows of anything like it on her world. Meanwhile, K mentions the Oil to the ( Read more... )

Near the middle of the bar is a decently-large sized table. In the middle of the table is a huge pot of tea, and mugs are strewn hap-hazardly around the table. The people around the table are varied, but all seem to be in various states of agitated discussion about something ( Read more... )

Ray shoulders the front door open with the look of someone who had his USRDA of ectoplasmic goo before he even got to eat breakfast. Alas, according to his stomach it is now time for lunch. No breakfast for the slime-fighter ( Read more... )

Anneliese made good on her promise to relinquish her dinosaur hostages once Wash actually waved the family: when they made their mail drop earlier in the week, a tiny box was waiting for him, stuffed with toys he hadn't seen in almost twenty years ( Read more... )