*Meg has been out back, practicing with her gun, for a large portion of the afternoon-shading-into-evening ( Read more... )

*Alanna is sitting alone, staring fixedly at the bar. Every now and then, an odd smile drifts across her face. A half empty bottle of wine sits on the table before her, yet she looks perfectly sober. In fact, she wears the annoyed expression of someone who wants to get seriously soused but can't quite bring herself to do so.*

See Todd.

See Todd grin.

Grin, Todd, grin.

Todd grins at the bar.

His face may fall off if he stops.

Jonathan wanders downstairs idly and heads to the buffet table for something to eat.

*Andrew heads downstairs, looking ... a bit gloomy, actually. He heads for the buffet and spends a few minutes constructing an enormous sandwich.*

*Thom walks into the bar. Catchy gimmick-less-ly.*

Joe enters the bar, out of breath and favoring his right foot a bit. There are bits of heather and twigs stuck in his poncho, and his hat is askew. He smells, if you're close enough to smell him, like cordite ( Read more... )

When Todd emerges from upstairs tonight he finds that, once again, he has once more become the fascist cowboy of yesterday - dildo and all. This fact alone doesn't please him ( Read more... )

Beth is at the bottom of the stairs before she realizes that something is just wrongShe looks down and discovers herself in a bikini fashioned out of fig leaves. It makes her hesitate, but she does eventually walk over and take a seat at the bar. She isn't as surprised when a bright red apple appears on the bar's surface in front of her. In fact ( Read more... )

Todd descends the stairs in his usual easy gait, dressed in normal '70s boy clothes. The stripey top, the tight jeans ( Read more... )