The door opens and a small girl walks into the Inn wearing a white jumpsuit with a blue stripe sash-like across her chest. Her blonde hair is down to her bottom, tied back in a ponytail, and she is carrying what looks like a tiny laptop computer ( Read more... )

When Reki became fully aware once more, the first thing she noticed was that she still had her wings. She hadn't been sure that she would keep them, haibane that left the nest always left a number of feathers behind.

She felt above her head. Sure enough, her halo was gone ( Read more... )

In one corner, we have Valentine Wiggin-Skywalker, two babies on the table in front of her. She is attempting to feed one while reading something on her datapad. Beside her is a (non-familiar) golden 'droid fussing at the other. Val seems more than slightly peeved at the 'droid's presence.

Peter Simons is at a table, a few cookbooks around him, ( Read more... )

Just when the inhabitants of the Inn, probably, think they've seen everything... a tiny orange cat in boots, hat, and belt walks in with a sword in his hand.

Of course, there's a quick dropping of the sword at the appearance of the Inn. He'd been going inside a castle. Not quite where he'd meant to end up.

"Aye! ¿Dónde estoy?  ¿Qué me he conseguido ( Read more... )

[OOI: An empath goes into labour.]

Luke Skywalker comes racing into the Inn, his wife in his arms. Valentine looks around, then bites her lip, calling out. "Oh, Force, Peter, please be here. Please."

[ooc: BABY TIME! If you would like to be a part of the delivery, please ping me at quiverby, and we'll try to be coherent. ALSO: For the next two- ( Read more... )

The old man is careful not to shut the door behind him completely.He is very old, and has the unhealthy look of someone who hasn't seen the sun for a while. His clothes are barely more than rags and rope, and his long, grey hair hangs in greasy, matted strings. He smells, not to put too fine a point on it, as though he hasn't had a chance to ( Read more... )

Things have been rather calm for Snow, as of late. Being as her life is rarely calm for very long, this makes her wary. It's best if she can defend herself, even if Bigby isn't able to help her. Her build has never been the best for hand-to-hand combat, and she doesn't like guns, so she falls back on her old training ( Read more... )

Snow is settled in the Inn, relaxed and reading a book. It's getting a bit chilly out, so she's wearing a new sweater. She's enjoying the evening away from the children, as much as she loves them, but wouldn't mind an interruption.

There is a Snow in the inn, twins in tow.

Rather, being towed by the twins. The children are taking a break from their books and enjoying a well-earned break . . . as is Bigby, who is getting the night off.

The trio is relaxed and playful, and certainly wouldn't mind an interruption.

Pregnant CSI is in the Inn, reclining on a couch. She's holding a magazine in one hand.

The other is on her belly.

It's a thing.