There are days even a girl like Pepper just gets plain old tired. Today is one of those days.

When she realizes where she is, she blinks, shakes her head, and then heads straight for the bar before seating herself on a stool and dropping all her things on the counter in front of her.

"Coffee," she says, very clearly.

"With sugar and cream, please."

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When a door last opened between the house and Milliways, two months ago, eleven people came stumbling through.

And two were left behind.

Don't cry. There's always a way.

Brian's in one of the booths, head hanging off the seat and long legs stretching up the wall. He's having Fun With Pens, today! The rubber around his trainers is decorated with weirdly menacing smiley faces, the left knee of his jeans has the lyrics from the theme tune to Bucky O'Hare, and he's currently working on a design around the base of his ( Read more... )

Brian's been collecting for Greenpeace. He has a tabard, a clipboard, an enormous smile and a theme song. What more do you need?

"Watch out, watch out, hippies in bibs on parade, here they come, hippie-ty hoppity,
They're here, they're there, hippies in bibs everywhere..."

Oh yeah.

You need a fake 'tache.

Angela's in the bar, once again looking worried.

However, she's not crying, she hasn't cried in days. She just looks tired.

But she promised Melou she'd eat, so she is. And quite well, too, vegetables and everything.

Whether she really tastes it or not is anyone's guess.

Okay, so there was this thing with the - whooo, boy, and like seriously, you have no idea. It was just so totally out of the blue, man, it was like... dude. Seriously, dude. And then there was that whole thing which just - yeah, that just should not be talked about 'cos there were vows, man, and you don't take that sort of thing light, right ( Read more... )

Mal is...sound asleep. I mean it. Feet propped up on a table that some Loompa is going to be mad that he scuffed up, 'Guide to Guild Etiquette for the Perplexed' sprawled open on his chest, head bent down and to one side ( Read more... )

*There's an Andrew on the stairs, coming slowly down into the main room.*

*Where he pauses for just a moment to stare at a certain figure at the bar with a look of near-loathing, before he takes a quiet corner table and sits there with a mug of the best coffee in the multiverse.*

*He never used to drink coffee, before he came here and met Meg.*

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