Mina felt rather foolishly today, as she cradled a cup of tea in her hands. In the name of being sociable, she'd almost let slip important details at Caritas last night ( Read more... )

Mary wasn't sure why, but Gunther was pouting a lot today. He was also muttering in German. Maybe she should ask Hoshi if anything happened yesterday.

Her suspicions grew as she watched the gleeful look on Gunther's face as he put up his own menu on the specials board.

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Warm Shaved Fennel with Pink ( Read more... )

Maybe he was spending too much time in this place, Simon thought to himself, but it was beginning to feel like something vaguely similar to a home. He had picked up a glossy magazine of some kind, and tried to interest himself in the fashions available around here, but it didn't quite work. Somehow it was depressing that the only Christmas present ( Read more... )

Twas two days before Christmas and all through the lobby, the decorations were twinkling and Loki was reading like it was a hobby ( Read more... )

Simon had a cup of tea in front of him and was reading through the newspaper in an attempt to get a better understanding of this time and place. Unfortunately, the specifics required some background knowledge, and apart from some cultural peculiarities, people seemed very much like people, even in another solar system. Perhaps that should be ( Read more... )

Robin had finally gotten over that stupid cold. As a result, she was back in the bar and at full Tino-annoying force.

[I'm around but I have no post-writing inspiration.]

Strangely enough, a few Christmas decorations in his hotel room had cheered him up. Simon hadn't considered returning to Serenity for the holiday - if any news about River would turn up it would be here, and that meant he had to stay.

Still, now he smiled to himself as he sipped his tea while skimming through a newspaper at a corner table at the ( Read more... )

Sometime between Monday and today, Loki had gone to the mainland and purchased himself a dart board complete with the sharpest set of darts he could buy. It was now set up behind the desk and he was lazily shooting them, striking the bullseye almost every single time. The times he missed were mostly just fucking flukes when he got distracted by ( Read more... )

He had postponed this long enough, but now Simon sat at the table composing a short letter to Serenity, describing the situation with River. In fact, it turned out extremely short; the words just refused to appear in his mind. Eventually he sighed and pushed the sheet of paper away from him and turned to absentmindedly stir his tea.

[open!]

Once again, the market crew had gone in and set up booths all over the park, decorating them in cheerful ways and putting down seats for those who might be tired from browsing all the wares. It was a little chilly, so a lot of the booths were wrapped up a little more to shield from any wind that might make it worse. The Monthly Market was open ( Read more... )