(OOM: Of how Iorek Byrnison took a wrong turn to the End of the Universe. Warning: Very mild spoilers for Northern Lights. No, really, I kept the post small so the spoilers are minimal. )

He just stepped through what looked like a stone arch, half of it natural and the other half made from carefully-hewn masonry. For a moment a corridor of the same ( Read more... )

As there sometimes is--though there hasn't been in some time--there's a woman in tattered black silk with a grey goose on her shoulder seated at the bar, sipping something hot enough to steam and surveying the room with calm, slightly curious green eyes.

She hasn't been here in some time, and there are quite a few patrons she's never seen before.

She was ready to go and seek humans. She was. She was ready to seek other humans ( Read more... )

The front door to Milliways bangs open. Beyond it, a cave mouth can be seen. It looks like a beautiful day outside the cave, with clear bright skies and calm seas. The Black Pearl is barely visible, floating at anchor on the gently rolling waves ( Read more... )

If one were to look outside by the lake, they would likely see a young samurai performing slow, sweeping slices with his sword, running through a few easy exercises to center himself and help clear his head. It resembles a slow dance, as if Jack is battling in slow-motion with enemies nobody but he can see. His eyes are closed, his body moving with ( Read more... )

It's the first Wednesday of the month.

And that means...

Name your own cocktail night!

YOU give me a name

and I will invent a drink for you.

Stump me and DRINK FREE for the night

Eddie stands before the chalkboard, a stack of references to one side and a towel tossed over his shoulder.

"Evening, folks. Let's rock."