Andromeda usually isn't this happy to see the Inn -- she likes being home, with her family. But right now, a place away from them to think about things sounds like the most amazing place in the world. Which accounts for the huge sigh of relief as she settles herself into a large, comfy armchair. She wouldn't mind company, but her mind is in too ( Read more... )

((OOC: In honor of Valentine's Day and my insanity, I decided to make a post featuring all of my characters. Feel free to reply with more than one character or to more than one of my characters. This is the post of doom. A V-Day gift to Nina who felt it would be made of win XD And I apologize, in advance, for how many characters I have. HAPPY ( Read more... )

Maureen, mocha cappuchino hot chocolate, and a lesbian smut short story collection. Have at.

Out back, River Tam is lying on her back on the ground, enjoying the weather. The last time Serenity was docked somewhere with snow, there wasn't much time to enjoy it; now she's making up for it.

And inside, Maureen Johnson settles herself into a comfortable chair. She hasn't wanted to see the Inn lately; it's been two months, almost three, but ( Read more... )

Maureen hasn't been around in a while. Inside the Inn, it's been three months. Outside the Inn, it's been about six ( Read more... )

Andromeda is curled up in a booth with a book. And although the book (Slytherin: Fact and Fiction) looks rather interesting, she doesn't seem to be paying much attention to it.

Maureen has a notepad, a cup of coffee, and a pack of erasable pens. She's been in and out of the Inn a lot for the past month -- mostly in, really -- but it's the first ( Read more... )

The flowerpot-thing is back in its' corner. Of course, this means the inhabitant of said flowerpot-thing is back, too. Trey is in his pot, with schoolwork, two years older and not a hell of a lot different from when he left. And even though he's sitting in the same old spot, it's more habit than hiding -- he's sitting up and approachable.

River is ( Read more... )

Maureen actually came in a couple of hours ago, but she made a beeline for her room, relieved to find the key in her pocket (despite it not being there when she left the apartment this morning). She's just come back downstairs, though, and curled up in an armchair with a cup of hot coffee. She looks pretty tired, and more than a little thoughtful ( Read more... )

The observant may notice that a treepot by the door that's become something of a fixture for a little while is no longer there. Yes, this does mean exactly what you think it means -- Trey has gone back home, finally. We'll see how long it lasts, won't we?

River is inside, for once, curled up with a copy of The Tempest and occasionally whispering ( Read more... )

Maureen is stewing in the resturant area, with an alcoholic drink. It's almost-February and she and Joanne are fighting.

Trey is back in his flowerpot, reading. This is probably your last chance to catch him before he goes home.

River is outside, dancing barefoot on the grass. Yes, she's still about fourteen years old.

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