There is a time and place for all things. In space or on earth sometimes you have to know when to cut your losses and just go home.

This is that time for Sam Axe, with a note left with bar that said he's going home with no real intentions of coming back. He'll miss this place and will come back. But first he needs time to lick his wounds and forget ( Read more... )

Clementine has been skulking around Milliways for a few days since this happened. It takes her a week of moping about for her wits to recover, and for her to remember that Jones' funeral still has to take place, if she's a wreck or not ( Read more... )

Clementine's barely had time to think lately. One minute it's Halloween - the next she's staring down the barrel at Christmas. She does notices a certain notice on the board and Sends along a quick message to Santa.

Then, she turns toward the specials board and writes this:

Rudolph The Red-Nosed Reindeer
Santa Shot
The Drunken ElfMint Oreo ( Read more... )

Sam drags his butt through the door. He’s slightly hung over so when he makes his way to the bar for a glass of V8 he gets a napkin with a note. Walking behind the bar he puts on an apron and then blinks his eyes clear, before writing on the board.

Today’s Specials
Tell me a good hangover cure and all beer is half off. 
Satisfied with that he then ( Read more... )

Clementine's in somewhat of a lazy mood tonight. It probably has to do with the 'recreational cigarette' she smoked a couple of minutes ago out back to calm herself for the next ten hours of Halloween-fueled madness on her side of the door.

She's comfortably hazy as she writes out the:

MENU:

Stoner on Acid

Sex on the Grass

Pink Panty ( Read more... )

It's evening by Kate's watch, and just about time to head in from her chores outside. She hasn't been particularly loud as of late. Though her good mood from the last time she was in the bar hasn't dissipated, she has had a lot on her mind lately. So, she's kept to a routine: out in the stables every morning and evening, reading by the fire in ( Read more... )

Clementine's not in the mood to deal with this. It's Halloween on her side of the door, and she just spent four hours putting out bonfires and . But when she sneaks in for a beer and a rest, Bar presents her with a large, pink-frosted cupcake covered in white edible glitter ( Read more... )

Clementine really wasn't expecting to be given the Napkin of Truth tonight ( Read more... )

Clementine is only partially conscious as she enters the bar. It's the second day of Wigel's suicide watch, and she's coming off two hours of sleep and five hours of playing tea party with bunch of stuffed cats ( Read more... )

Hey soul sister, ain't that Mister Mister on the radio
stereo
The way you move ain't fair, you know - Hey Soul Sister, Train

[OOC: In which Clementine and Sam finally Do It. And then get intimate in a different way. The first link's rated an M/NC-17 for smut of the smuttiest kind, the second comes with a trigger warning for childhood sexual ( Read more... )