Vicki walks up to the door.

She stops.

Rubs her eyes.

Moves her hand against the wall where the door used to be.

"You've got to be kidding me."

She kicks the wall.

Curses as her toe is now throbbing from the impact.

Jasper is bored. And hungry, his eyes darker than the normal golden brown. And Bar is attempting to distract him in ways that won't require her serving him another mug of blood that he'll only stare at in disgust. (Because, really, the only thing more unsatisfying than animal blood is animal blood served in a mug ( Read more... )

At one side of the bar is a circle of chairs around a table. On the table are two plates of biscuits, star-shaped, with pink and blue icing on. The smell of freshly baked cookies is wafting across the bar.

On the wall next to the circle is a big poster.

LIFE SUPPORT

Need to talk? Problems here or at home? Want to meet new people? Want free food ( Read more... )

Tony Napolitano has a baby with him in the bar tonight, but don't worry, the kid's a loaner.

Three guesses whose lapse in judgment led to him babysitting tonight--but as a hint, it was the guy who gave little Evan his fluffy squirrel tail. The Elvis-in-Jailhouse-Rock outfit on Evan tonight, though, that was all Tony's doing ( Read more... )

( Pre-Milliways chat )

Frank is, once agian, bored. Watching his living self go abotu life is getting more and more dull as things get interesting in the little bar at the end of the universe ( Read more... )

[OOM: Ray's sister contemplates the untenable situation with her boys, and gets one hell of a surprise.]

Ray went home last night. Sanity time in your room at Milliways is all very nice, but eventually you really want to get back to New York. That, unfortunately, has not quite happened yet. It takes a while to get back to the city from New Mexico ( Read more... )

[OOM: Some days are better than others. The Ghostbusters are treated to the same video that the President got, and are officially asked to serve their country.]

The door opens on a scene of the sort of studied neutrality one expects from doctors' waiting rooms or airport boarding lounges, décor designed to calm and reassure. Ray looks anything but ( Read more... )

This time when Suzi comes down she doesn't bother asking for hot chocolate. She won't get it until she's had Real Food, which she can't eat without someone else around. She orders tea, instead, and then curls up in her favorite chair ( Read more... )

There was a red headed woman curled up on the floor next to the hearth, thick blanket tucked about herself and a bowl of...sand...in her lap. There were a few more bowls near her knee, and occasionally she pitched a handful over her shoulder into the flames at her back ( Read more... )