One of the slogans for Milliways once upon a time was "If you've done six impossible things this morning, why not round it off with breakfast at Milliways?" The Doctor's not sure he's accomplished six today, but he figures it's close enough for a drink. So before the Clerics arrive to collect River, he leads her and Amy through the TARDIS hallways ( Read more... )

The front door opens, to let in one young copper with her arms full of paperwork. She's not entirely surprised to be here - it seems the pub never shows up but when she's not at all ready for it ( Read more... )

With a towel thrown over his shoulder, Duo is haphazardly scrawling something on the specials board, in bright purple (sparkly? Where did that come from?) chalk.

LATE HAPPY HOUR

Specials:
Coffee
Tea
Powerthirst

Then he steps behind the bar and starts polishing glasses, because it amuses him to be a bartending cliché.

[OOC: Closed to new ( Read more... )

Gene had been told to stay off his injured knee for about five days. Of course, that meant that he'd ditched the crutches as soon as he got upstairs and had decided that the next morning was the perfect time to take himself horseriding again.

So the morning after that, when he couldn't walk on the thing at all and had run out of Scotch upstairs, it ( Read more... )

[OOM: Long ago, Weyland tried to destroy the world in ice. Now he succeeds in fire... by accident. Warnings for, between the main OOM and those linked from it, violence, including torture, murder and abuse of the dead; loving depiction of self-injury; and a couple of tame but vaguely deviant sexual acts. You know, the usual for Weyland.Mercifully ( Read more... )

She much prefers the TARDIS to travelling coach, but when all one has is a vortex manipulator, and a glitchy one at that, one makes do with what one has.

Which is why River materialises in the middle of the bar, frightening the whiskers off a waitrat and only just missing being drenched in beer.

"Sorry!  Sorry, thought this was supposed to be..."

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Gene hasn't been here in...God, about eight months. And he's glad to have stumbled upon the place again because he could do with a respite from the stuff going on back in Fenchurch. So he turns back in the doorway and simply lobs the paperwork under his arm back in the vague direction of his desk (it can bloody well wait) and shuts the door firmly ( Read more... )

What a day, what a day, what an absolutely glorious day. Finally something to do! Retirement does not sit well with the salarian temperament at all, especially not after a lifetime of busy-busy-busy. It's been months since the last meeting of the project crews. Months. That's long enough to go positively insane from idleness. Good thing there's so ( Read more... )

Entering now, from the back door, is a face unseen in a while. The Doctor shuffles in muttering, "Another Christmas, another crisis," and heads to the bar for some tea ( Read more... )

(OOM: Ace and River had a bet. There were fried paradoxes on the line (as well as a few geckos). So who better to settle the matter than an eye-witnessThe front door opens, pale bandaged (and thimbled) fingers curling around the door edge as the one who opened it cautiously peers into the room ( Read more... )