Atton's being musical.

He's out back, sat in a tree with his legs dangling, playing on a harmonica. He's more than a little rusty, but it isn't too bad. Not ear-hurtingly bad, at least.

Botherable.

[Car keys bait: Dinah Lance and Hatsuharu.]

[ OOM: Doom is predicted and prescribed ( Read more... )

Kira sits at the bar with a bag at her feet, a glass of whiskey in her hand. Because drinking before going back to the Enclave is completely smart.

Botherable before she flees out the door.

Revan. Booth. Whiskey.

Botherable.

Atton's swimming outside in the lake, jacket, belt and weapons on the shore, grinning and looking suspiciously like a wet dog. Only without the snout or big ears or fur.

Botherable. As long as you don't steal his weapons.

[ OOM: This place is a prison. And these people aren't your friends. Aeryn and Kira talk drunkenly. Millitimed to forever ago, before Revan's return from his time. :D Drunk girl talk, and drunken drunkness. Yo.]

[oom: There's a disturbance in the woods, and then two bodies, and then one body and a healer. After that, it's just her and her mistakes in a borrowed room. Warnings for violence and the induction of another member in the 'yeah, well, I almost killed Zekka Thyne, buuuutttt ...' club.]

Kira's in the bar, her hair creating a curtain around her as she frowns and stares at the magazine in front of her. Her head tilts dangerously to the side. That corset has one too many ties. And how does it clip like that and--well. She has no room to talk with that strange slave outfit ( Read more... )

Kira's in the bar...well, she's actually under the table. Reaching and cursing and muttering as she tries to get the stylus that a sock is chewing on. She has no idea where the sock came from, she could have sworn she gave them back to Atton. Maybe they reproduced and had a babysock, but all she knows is this one is trying to turn her stylus into ( Read more... )

Someone is outside punishing themselves for being happy. That someone would be Revan who has been running laps around the lake until exhaustion hits and he has to stop. This is the point he is at now, exhausted and leaning against one of the trees, chest heaving, to catch his breath ( Read more... )