The door opens and two very... interesting figures step through.

On the left is Roger, in a long stringy blonde wig and a black suit, hobbling along rather like an Igor.

On the right is Mark, looking much more... different. He's wearing a short, curly black wig, a shiny black-and-sequined corset, black speedo, fishnets, and, if you look ( Read more... )

(Sent to all of Sara and Mark's friends)

Mark and Sara are pleased to announce the births of their son, Roger Thomas Cohen, and daughter, Cielo Angela Cohen. Mother and children are doing fine. Any further inquiries can be made to Angel, Collins, or Roger.

[ooc: We can go back and play out the births if necessary, but Sara really wanted her ( Read more... )

The Inn's weather is strange. One day it can be nice, and the next, it can be a sea of white ( Read more... )

So, here we go: In one corner, Roger Davis and Peter Simons are pouring over a baby-name book, laughing hysterically at every third name. The brownies on the table might have something to do with that.

At another table, Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker is teaching Pepper Potts how to read and understand Aurebesh. Who knows when she might need to know ( Read more... )

The door opens and Sara, well bundled up against New York weather, makes her way in. She methodically unwinds the scarf, takes off her gloves, and folds her coat over the back of a convenient chair.

Taking a seat, she leans back and puts one hand over her eyes.

She mumbles something that might sound like "twins" if you listen closely.

"Mark, seriously. It's not that hard. If you take this and add it to this ( Read more... )

Collins is hunched over a laptop, working on something. Every so often, he turns from the screen to cough. A small cup with assorted medications appears. "All right, I get your point," he grumbles to the ceiling before downing the meds.

James peers over Collins' shoulders. "What precisely is this?" He may be the first wizard to learn how to hack ( Read more... )

Sara is curled up on one of the lounge chairs.

A glass of tea rests on a table next to her. A small cake with two candles burning brightly accompanies the drink.

She smiles slightly. "Happy birthday to me. Here's hoping 31 is better the second time around."

[ooc: Mun will be sporadic.]

[OOI: In which Mark witnesses history. Warning: Look at the date, all. Mark's world is seven years behind us. I'm sorry, but it really has to happen.]

He's been hiding in the Inn for a couple weeks. Yes, he's been home to take care of Laura, see to things at Today For You, and generally be a Responsible Human Being, but every moment that he is not needed (which is about an eighth of what he would like) he has closeted himself in the Inn, working on Various Things ( Read more... )