It is not true that advertising was not invented in Teja's time. The walls of Roman houses and shops were full of more or less impromptu advertising for goods and services offered nearby, from artful frescoes to rough, crude graffiti ( Read more... )

Tim walks into the bar from NCIS headquarters wearing his usual suit and is suprised when he finds himself in Milliways again rather then the Elevator. With a shrug he takes a seat at bar and asks for a pen and paper to make a sign. Both of which appear and then he takes a seat in a booth.

Free Tech SupportHe makes sure that the sign is properly ( Read more... )

He's finally down to one midterm... and it's such a bear that he's going to stay in the bar for a while, thanks. Better to study somewhere that he's got as much time as he wants, right?
...Not that Cosmo is doing much studying at the moment, but hey, he was doing that for hours. He thinks he's due a break ( Read more... )

Cruella paces her house. This is not working. That little pipsqueak has been more trouble than she's worth. Months of trying with no results.

Suddenly she stops.

Maybe there's another way the runt can be of some use.

A half hour later the fur-clad woman enters the door of Milliways. She walks carefully over to the notice board and, after ( Read more... )

Tim is in full gear and shaking his head when he walks in. He looks around for a moment turns around to walk out and the door disappears. He sighs and walks over to a booth setting his equipment down and starts to watch the door hoping that it will reappear. Tim is making sure that he is ready if the door reappears that and he can't leave his ( Read more... )

Seras was so tired after a day of work that she just wanted to go home and pass out. She was nearly there when she opened the door to her small flat.

"Oh bloody Hell!" she said with a groan as she stood in the doorway looking at a bar where her place should be.

It's Memorial Day, at least by the Bar's calendar, and by Lorne's as well ( Read more... )

Felix is sitting at the bar, sipping a glass of something iridescent.

"Have you ever noticed," he muses to no one in particular, "how many more people show up for the first time in the second half of the month than the first?"

Tim walks in the bar looking very confused. The man is dressed in his gear which is now set down next to me. After a moment he realizes where he is and moves to the bar and takes a seat and orders a coffee. He is not in as good of spirits as normal but things could be worse he is just a bit disappointed.

If anyone cares enough to venture outside today, there's a woman firing off her gun at the range. Not her service weapon, of course, since that would be a breach of protocol, but her other weapon, standard-issue ( Read more... )