[OoM: The Day of the Dead, 2003, in which Ajedrez ends up exactly where she wants. Sands, however...

Warning: contains blood and violence]

Once, Ajedrez had seen the front doot. And she had taken too long, far too long, and it had vanished in front of her eyes.

Today, the door is here.

Today, Ajedrez doesn't hesitate for a second. She runs over to the Bar and asks for a pen and paper, and quickly scrawls ( two notes )

There’s something strange going on at Milliways ( Read more... )

[pre-milliways]

We all are told from when we're little that it's not good to believe in ghosts.  
This holds more true in some worlds than in others.  In Milliways, for example, it makes no sense, because half the patrons are deceased, or in various stages of it.  Mostly, that's a pretty death.  A clean death.  An 'oh, I've died, how odd, I think I ( Read more... )

Ajedrez walks back into the Bar...from the front door. Yes, the front door, because Random, some millitime just before his own post, let her in ( Read more... )

Random of Amber is in the bar, looking pleased as punch. Some things have been accomplished. While he and Ramon were in a very, very public place, obviously not accomplishing these things ( Read more... )

It’s those little things in life, like being able to actually reach doorknobs, that you never really appreciate until you find yourself one foot tall.

And cute.

And fluffy.

Penguin inna bar, trying to get as drunk as possible (a tricky feat when you can’t actually lift the glass). Don’t let the aura of overwhelming adorability fool you.

[ooc: I ( Read more... )

[oom: once upon a time]

So, a man walks into a bar, and he says:

“-Carlos, Carlos, Carlos. How long have we been working together? Long enough for you to know by now that if I tell you to- yes, Carlos, I did tell you to. And I am the boss of you. And, correct me if I’m wrong- and I really don’t think I’m wrong, Carlos- but when I tell you to ( Read more... )

Somewhere in the universe, a door opens.

A small boy stumbles through, like someone on the other side was pushing him, and immediately spins around to tug and rattle on the doorknob, mouth pursed in silent concentration. It takes a long moment for the fact that this doorknob isn’t the doorknob it’s supposed to be to register ( Read more... )

It’s a normal day at Milliways. The sun is shining; the universe is exploding; somewhere, no doubt, birds are singing in their trees. Normal, boring, and Sands pays it little mind as he emerges from the guest quarters and orders a tequila ( Read more... )