It's not long until sunset ( Read more... )

Annie comes into the Bar smelling of flour and shortening. Pie season, it would appear, has officially begun in Harrogate, and one doesn't get the kind of reputation her bakery has without doing quite a lot with crust. It doesn't relieve her of her current responsibility, though, which is why she heads straight to the back door and tacks up her ( Read more... )

St.Louis is preparing for Halloween. Sylvie and the pack have had a good month so far, and for once, the full moon won't interfere with holiday celebrations. So, enter one werewolf in a cheerful mood.

She's a little surprised when the door to a closet at her house opens onto Milliways instead, but not at all unhappy about it. And, botherable.

[OOM: A shapechanger and a mutant meet.] It doesn't go well for either of them.

Sylvie's finishing a letter to a recent new acquaintance, when she looks up and sees the front door swing open to admit someone from another world.

It doesn't vanish this time, but stays visible.

She freezes. NOW?

Time to go home. Or nearly so. She has a promise ( Read more... )

Sylvie's at bar, to eat a quick vegetarian breakfast. She's dressed simply in a T-shirt and shorts, despite the cooling weather, as her plans for a little later involve the outdoors and a run in her other shape.

The less she has to tote around the better. That's the sort of thing that's tricky minus hands.

Sylvie had avoided the latest Milliways plague, largely due to pure luck and her mun's absolute refusal to inflict that on her. So instead of post-MS worried, she's busy ( Read more... )

Sylvie's been checking the door, each morning. No sign of it returning yet.
That hasn't ever kept her from occupying herself, though. She never likes being idle. Does anyone really?
So now, she's in the bar proper for a quick meal before she heads for the library, and then outside. Botherable at any point.

"He's swallowed a snooker ball? Is he choking? No. Well take him to Casualty and join the cue... no, Mrs Brown I'm not taking the mickey, I'm sure it could happen to any sixteen year old." Guppy hangs up his phone, shaking his head, as he comes through the door ( Read more... )

Sylvie's at a booth, a lump of clay and tools in front of her. She'd eaten earlier, and a half-empty mug of coffee's by her right hand. Sadly, it's being ignored in favor of a project.
No breath mints, thank you. She's got enough gender issues without 'em.

Sylvie has been inside for the last few days. Now that the 'time of the month' has passed, she's feeling a bit more like she can handle being out in public.
Bar gives her supper, a good portion instead of the 'salad and tea' she'd requested. Sylvie eyes the counter before she picks up her fork, not going to argue. She also gets a copy of the St. ( Read more... )