"No." Bo crossed her arms behind the bar and ignored the balloon Tiny was holding out to her. "I already told you my terms. The whole thing or no deal."

Tiny held up his phone in the other hand, then made a show of putting it away. Bo just shook her head.

"No. I don't care if you record me. I'm just not doing it without the quid pro quo." She ( Read more... )

Okay. This whole thing - whatever the whole thing was - was starting to be a pain in the ass. So the moment Tamsin found out those kids in the library had figured out who was behind this... well, she had a couple of wanted posters drawn up and distributed.

As a final touch, she'd nailed one to the front of the station, underneath the words FIND ( Read more... )

Aeryn being Aeryn, she was technically at work today. "Technically" because she was standing outside it with a pulse rifle, more than happy to shoot at anything unfriendly that came near. And she supposed she'd probably maybe have to sell things if people came around on a day where monsters were everywhere, but she was mostly about the shooting ( Read more... )

"Mommy really should've marked our path back to our home sweet home, hunh?" Mia nodded vigorously, clutching onto Kenzi's hand. "So, if we don't find our new place, we're gonna get a new new place!"

Right, maybe it was this left, up the stairs? ... why the hell did this place have to have SO MANY stairs?

[ooc: so, so open, since the warehouse ( Read more... )

After two years worth of kids -- hers and other people's -- tromping in, you'd think Bo would be able to predict when this was going to go down and dress at least vaguely like she didn't work in a particularly dangerous brothel slash martial arts studio, but in her defense, last year it happened after Prom. She thought she had at least two more ( Read more... )

It was the happiest day of their lives. The day they would pull a beautiful scam and get presents. Also, wear matching red dresses.

The marquee on the Boards read:

CECIL / KENZI NUPTIALS, 1:30 PM
Welcome Fandom!
Please place your presents next to the cake table

[ooc: Posted with Drac's permission! Come one, come all! OCD up in a sec. now!]

There wasn't a radio broadcast from Handsome Jack this morning. He'd said his piece last night, and today was just a waiting game. Hyperion's men were patrolling the town throughout the morning (and shooting errant psychos who were starting to roam further and further away from their original area) but other than that, Jack just let everyone stew ( Read more... )

After the third time she got shot, Bo was completely frakking over this 'storm the gates' idea. So though she'd planned on skipping out, she found herself behind the bar tonight after all, if only to make up for the cash she'd lost today.

The specials board read:

Sick of paying for coming back from the dead? Me too.
One free Corpse Reviver per ( Read more... )

It felt like a finale day, didn't it, Fandom? It wasn't. Word had been passed around that this would be the day Fandom would rise up and charge at Hyperion's dig site in the afternoon, and make an attempt to break through the perimeter to discover just what was happening inside, and whether the Vault key was there, and whether they could get it ( Read more... )

Crazy news broadcasts, monsters roaming in the woods, weapon vending machines... it was enough to make a Valkyrie's I-should-really-get-off-my-ass-and-do-something senses go off. Especially when that Valkyrie happened to be employed by the local police force ( Read more... )