(( OOM. There's a bed-load of unsubtle irony ahoy when Goldy and Mary Anne get some unwelcome visitors at a very untimely point in their evening's activities. Somewhat incredibly, this thread is only rated PG-13, for expletives and some semi-graphic violence. And maybe for the Heart lyrics. Um... yay?))

Time tends to be fluid when you're dead. Or maybe it's the mind that's fluid - in attempting to adjust to its new status, in attempting to make this make sense, keeping track of regular things is less important. Either way, all Raito knows is that he's somehow managed to be in the bar over a week, and not get acclimated to his surroundings at all ( Read more... )

Day and night have started to blur together for Ichigo. It happens, he supposes, when all your time is spent indoors, underground, away from the sun and the moon and people. People that don't spend their days beating you up, anyways. He misses those kinds of people sometimes, but it's worth it. Besides, he has this place for that ( Read more... )

[After this:]

Riley is sitting on the floor in Milliways.

Huh.

He's not quite sure when or why or how that happened, but here he is ( Read more... )

He should have departed for the expedition into the caves under Wenley Moor yesterday, but the Brigadier has yet to learn about the slightly off-set chronal properties of some of the side portions of the Bar. Last time it was the men's room. This time, he took a wrong turn when he was looking for a spot where he could safely check his equipment ( Read more... )

Even now that Sauron is dead and gone, his creations... and his master's still roam Middle Earth. Glorfindel, travelling on the Redhorn pass, has evidently found this out the hard way ( Read more... )

The door opens revealing just a glimpse of desert evening beyond before Mary Anne walks in and closes it behind her. She slips a motel keycard into her pocket, shoulders her overnight bag, and heads over to Bar ( Read more... )

"All right, men, let's-"

The Brigadier had been speaking to someone over his shoulder; the change in ambient light catches his attention, and he glances ahead instead.

"Oh, bloody hell!" he snaps. "Not now!"

"No report? Since when?"

"Well, don't contact me. Report it to Zed asap, and--. Ah, hell, I'm at Milliways, going offline. Upload your report once ( Read more... )

Kevin is at a table, going over some experiment results.

Kevin does not know about snakes inna bar yet.

He'd welcome company.