Tyria's found a clearing out back that she's decided to use for an improvised shooting range.

She's left a half-dozen holes in the man-shaped target, three where the 'head' is and the rest in the torso.

Botherable, but one might want to make some noise while approaching her. She's rather focused on the  task at hand.

Atton's at the bar, looking considerably more cheerful than the last time he was there - Not that that's exactly difficult. He's not smiling, as such, but he looks relatively content. Sometimes, he even looks mildly cheerful.

Specials.
Chocolate Chip.
Chocolate Buzz.
Chocolate Bomb.

Tyria didn't think she'd ever say she'd gotten used to the place.

It didn't stop her from noting the good aspects of it.  If someone was going to be stuck, there were definitely worse accommodations and duller company.
She found herself restless, though, after only a few days.
She was not used  to being idle, and the reason why this "Landlord" would  ( Read more... )

Santi is in the bar.  Tucked in the very, very, very, very darkest out of the way corner he can possibly find.

He is only in the bar because someone outside was shooting this morning.  Otherwise, there would be no way.

As it is, he's making himself as inconspicuous as possible.  Given the blood, this is difficult.

Thanks Dick! Jericho is signing over his shoulder as he comes through the door. Oh! Look! This place, once again. How wonderful.

And, being Jericho, that's not sarcasm, that's actual thought. This place is cool, and the people are nifty too. So many he wouldn't talk to normally.

Ray is unaware of what happened last night on the lake, or that Yuna has gone back to her world. He would've made time to talk to her if he'd known. He's seen her after a Sending, after all. For now, as far as he knows, everything's pretty much the way it usually is, which by his definition of things is 'normal*'. So he's got no problem at all with ( Read more... )

Tyria's door had vanished when she first arrived, and hasn't  reappeared ( Read more... )

The front door opens. There's a tall, slender, blonde-haired young woman in a flight suit walking in.

She stops, takes an instinctive step backward. One hand goes to the holster of a sidearm before she stops herself.

"What the kriff...?!"

Someone come fill in the poor, confused New Republic pilot-to-be.

((hi all! Tyria's from the very start of her ( Read more... )