Previously...

[OOM: Lord of Misrule
Part I
Part II]
Part III]

It's been a while since Zechs has ended up in the bar, but then, his life has been anything but calm or the past year or so. There have been too many things for him to do that require every scrap of his attention, to suffer any sort of distraction or interruption. There's a price to pay, he's learned, for having so many roles that he has to fulfill ( Read more... )

Two of Preventers' best and brightest are in the bar again. Sally's sprawled comfortably on a sofa and thumbing through a copy of the ESUNPA's quarterly journal, pausing occasionally to scribble something in a margin before marking the page. Zechs, for once not occupied with anything work-related, is working on some technical drawings. Exhaust ( Read more... )

The door opens and closes with a loud bang. After a moment, loud swearing can be heard, but no actual presence can be perceived. There's a sound of shuffling, and a male voice mutters about his poor, injured rump before papers ruffle. A book is being opened.

"Well," a voice says, somehow at all height levels near the door and yet nowhere, all at the ( Read more... )

[OOC: Not one, not two, but three! Tag one, tag all, it's up to you. The mun's going to be around for a couple hours, at least.]

There is a Roy in the bar this evening. Well, not in the bar. He's currently out back, unwinding from a long and stressful day with a bit of target practise ( Read more... )

Zechs hates Mondays, more than he hates doctor's appointments and cafeteria food combined. Were he a man who believed in the Divine, he might even suggest that there could be a level of Hell where sinners would have to endure one eternal Monday ( Read more... )

There is a Heero Yuy in the bar.

To be more accurate, there is a grumpy Heero Yuy in the bar. He's sitting at a table, casting a glare off at some innocent wall. He's tearing up a napkin, and has already destroyed half of it into very small pieces.

There seems to be no good apparent reason for his mood. Wonder what bit his butt?

[OOM: Christmas with Heero.

and

Solo agent.

This has been 'OOMs I Should Have Posted Two Weeks Ago', the evening edition.]

One Riku, in the bar, looking far too tired for his own good ( Read more... )

Riku's a little more used to the bar, now - though not as much as he could be. When one spends most of their time in a place that's overran by shadows rather than people, they tend to get used to a certain sense of... being alone. A lack of noises, for example - or this overwhelming feeling of darkness. Even the occasional trips outside the Shadow ( Read more... )