Agent K comes strolling in, bearing a shiny black object in his hand. It's flat, and looks very much like a clipboard. He sets it on Bar as he takes a seat and orders a glass of Old Eli.

He could do with a little people watching. Or watching whatever the hell decides to walk by.

It had been quite some time since the door to Milliways had worked for the former outlaw. Truth be told Allan was sort of glad the door had vanished since things were going slightly uphill for him. He had room, board, a real paying job that didn't require him stealing or living in the forest. It also meant not running into any of his old 'gang' ( Read more... )

Last night, Teja finally found the strength to go upstairs to his own room, bathe, wash his hair, shave, find fresh clothes, and clean his armour ( Read more... )

300 had marched North with the guise of being bodyguards. Everyone knew quite well that the 300 men picked for the duty, all with sons bearing their name, had marched to meet the Persian threat that threatened the very freedom of the Greek Empire. Sparta would not stand for it ( Read more... )

Doing nothing is much harder work than working, thinks young Aeneas, settling in by the fire with some bread and fish and water. He had never before realized just how busy he is at home, where even when nothing directly demands his attention, there's still always something to do. Supplies to check on, guards to train with, temples to visit, and ( Read more... )

Parker steps in, shuffling a worn pack of cards, and grabs a table near the bar. With a half grin, he scratches something on a piece of leftover paper left on the table and folds it into a sign.

Poker lessons for beer.

He shuffles again and deals out a hand of solitaire.

Atton's possibly spent too long in the bar - He's starting to get a little cagey and frustrated.

Thus, he's out back, pacing around in a tight circle while smoking. He lacks the concentration for actually training right now.

It's been a good while since Sugar had enjoyed the upbeat atmosphere of Milliways, or even sat down, only to be lost in a book or a magazine of some sort. So, here she is, sitting at the bar sipping on some ice cold water. Sugar glances around the bar, trying to see if she knows anyone in it but gives up and returns to the fashion magazine she's ( Read more... )

Oh bloody hell, it's Valentine's Day isn't it? Joy to the world. Sugar didn't really enjoy this holiday for the pure fact that prostitutes didn't get much on it, not even any sweets. Rubbish! Sugar had a sweet tooth, ironically enough. And here she sits, at the bar, gnawing on a candy bar she had asked for, for herself ( Read more... )

Sugar sitting inna booth, bored as can be.

Come bother her?