The sound of jazz follows Joan into the bar, as does the scent of cigarette smoke ( Read more... )

When the door opens today, a young man enters who really hasn’t been seen in here (or, at least, not in quite some months, bar-time). He’s tall, with close-cropped curly, dark hair and beard, a Roman tunic trimmed in red and blue, and a red military cloak. His shoulders are broad and he carries a number of scars, and he walks with casual, almost ( Read more... )

[Note: Tavi is reset and is eleven. If you want your pup who knew Tavi before to recognize him or his name, go ahead; he just won't know you. But he likes new friends.]

[ Sorry, Uncle Bernard...]

The door slams open and then shut again, as a boy dressed in Roman peasant's clothes collapses against it in a fit of laughter.  He has a wealth of dark ( Read more... )

The visit to the library had led to curiosity; and curiosity, in turn, to research. Research had led to questions, and then to a thoughtful conversation with Pete Martell, and finally to a decision ( Read more... )

The Door opens, and a Man in Black strolls in, looking like he owns the place ( Read more... )

Most people don't like Mondays.

It's the beginning of the workweek, the end of the weekend; no one really wakes up until Tuesday, but of course they're expected in on Monday bright and early. So yes, most people don't like Mondays ( Read more... )

Parker comes in from the stable today limping.

Kiseki is a wonderful horse, but even the best mounts occasionally balk or spook. And even good riders sometimes find themselves flying tail over teakettle and crash-landing (in thick, dead winter grass, thank goodness).

Fortunately, Parker’s land loose and roll reflex still seems to be ingrained. ( Read more... )

Pre-Milliways: "We do not fear the interval of darkness..."

Something strange has just entered the bar.

For most people, it's barely noticeable. A sound just on the edge of hearing, maybe. A sudden chill for no apparent reason. An odd thought out of the blue that makes you wonder where did THAT come from?. Or maybe, just maybe, a palpable sense ( Read more... )

It all comes down to logic, you see.

Certainly, the positively frigid out-of-doors here isn't ideal for saber practice, but it's a nice big area, and as far as she knows there are no properly-sized rooms for this indoors. But her Master said she ought to put in at least a good hour practicing while he thinks of a suitable punishment (she still ( Read more... )

[oom: Carlotta's school play trip doesn't go quite according to plan. And there are repercussions, 1940s style.]

Carlotta is in the rafters, bearing the expression similar to that which she would normally wear whilst venting with a lot of spanish swearing.

This time, she mutters only four words under her breath.

"It was worth it."

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