Today, one of the sofas in the Milliways taproom is playing host to a tall, dark teenager in a rather starched shirt, who is (a) making his glass of iced tea last all morning and (b) deeply, deeply engrossed in a book of police procedure. Because the bars he sets for himself aren't always quite at ridiculous levels, he's gone for an introduction to ( Read more... )

Apple cider is, as far as Ins is concerned, a blessing ( Read more... )

It's a Sabatier.

A Sabatier-k, in fact. Twelve inches, carbon steel (Rockwell 54-56 HRC).

And it's probably the most beautiful of its kind you'll ever see.

(No, make that definitely. When it comes to knives, Cutter doesn't skimp.)

It's currently being polished, metal seeming almost white under the light, and taking priority over a slowly cooling cup ( Read more... )

Unremarkable brunette, tallish, cheerful, seated at Bar.

Drinking coffee.

Thinking deep thoughts (okay not so much).

Please bother.

[After this comes that, then this (ETA: and around then this, as well!) and then that, and then this, the next day. Woohoo, horrendous time abuse in the name of continuity! Warning for violence in that second link.]


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The first thing you may notice is you don't notice anything, except possibly a slight unexpected breeze ( Read more... )

There's a tall young woman in the Bar today, sitting in a booth near the back door with a large mug of black coffee and a contemplative expression.

Come and ask her what she's thinking about, do. She's very friendly. Promise.

There are enough people from his world (or some version of it, at any rate) here so as to seem rather delightfully improbable ( Read more... )

Clarice has gotten a room.

She got a room and some fresh clothes-- the blouse and businesslike pencil skirt are a major improvement over Pilcher's nightshirt, though she hardly thinks she can afford it all ( Read more... )

So.

Door opens.

In walks a completely unremarkable young woman with brown hair, in wool socks, faded black jeans, and an ELP T-shirt (also faded).

The bar caught her while she was reading. The Moon is a Harsh Mistress is an old favourite, and she's so absorbed she doesn't notice the change of location.

Eights nibbles her fingernails when she