This isn't like any bar he's seen. And he's been in his fair share of bars, most of them advertising their $5 Jello shots on Tuesday nights, which Dean always manages to scrounge up some of their leftover gas money for to try at least two. Then that almost always leads to a round of tequila shots, and after that ( Read more... )

Sometimes, the Everquesting sails into port quietly, no flags flying, the Cap'n at the helm, the crew going casually around their tasks. Sometimes, it sails in under cover of shadow, purposefully making no noise, unloading its cargo in utter silence, making sure to not be seen. And sometimes they come in rough and rowdy, hopped up on sugar and ( Read more... )

This... is the wrong bar ( Read more... )

Vivian had been walking along grimy, gloom filled alley after alley. She always preferred the shadows, you never knew what could hiding amongst them. Like her ( Read more... )

Hector sighs, inspecting the piles of books around him wearily. After another hour or so of searching, he and Wyn managed to find a library. The Prospero and Michael Scott Memorial Library isn't the one he was looking for, but he'd still found some books that might be useful. He slumps into an overstuffed reading chair, balancing a notepad and pen ( Read more... )

Tiwa started out flying somewhere above Wellington and just kept going, its been one of those days when she's not in the mood for the ground. When the world below her changed to the Nightside, she landed and shifted quickly, she's learned this isn't a great place to be small ( Read more... )

Deadboy stared down into his glass with a perplexedly annoyed expression. It was a well-known rule that in Strangefellows, one did not beckon for a drink. One did, when feeling either particularly brave or just particularly thirsty, make the perilous journey to the bar and order it themselves. (The place was, after all, known for its horrible ( Read more... )