Sam Linnfer has draped himself along a tree branch overhanging the lake to brood like Jack Harkness deprived of a rooftop enjoy the spring sunshine.

He is not emo at all, and you are a lying liar if you suggest otherwise. Hush.

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Molly Hayes has also found a high spot, but indoors - the weather outside is still too cold for this California baby ( Read more... )

It begins in a quiet corner of the greenhouse, as the late-afternoon sun shimmers in through the windows ( Read more... )

Most people aren't aware of it, but Aleph does like to keep in shape, even though her job mainly requires sitting down at the most amazing and technologically advanced computer system in the history of ever. Because her job also involves busting heads from a distance, and there's always the remote possibility that Central Operations can be ( Read more... )

You know those days when you wake up and find a note on your bed (specially delivered by the waitrats!) saying that you get your electronics back after you've socialized for a while.

So.

Aleph is seated at the bar with a martini for company, all decked out in a little black number she found in her closet (one of a very few number of choices ( Read more... )

Aleph has that laptop of hers again.

On the floor, near the fire. Every so often she glances up and charts the course of the fire!fish. Because. There's not a hell of a lot for her to do at the End of the Universe, seeing as how she's trapped and all.

(Lies lies lies. She just hasn't been looking. -ed)

She is very, very botherable.

At the one booth, Aleph has set up a laptop and is in the process of linking them up in an (futile, she knows) attempt to get ahold of the Global Frequency. Despite its inability to hook her up, it does provide her with a computer on which to begin a database of Milliways information to add to the Frequency's database when her Door opens ( Read more... )

Through the door cometh a young woman clad in cargo pants and a tank top, clutching a cereal bar in one hand and attempting to hand-comb her hair into some semblence of order ( Read more... )

At a table, not bothered by the animal influx, Buck is enjoying a drink; really, after the Psmith mess, and Al's bar being closed for repairs, he needs a boozer, and the End of the Universe is not worse by any means than a lawless planet.

Hmm, booze.

Ah, Milliways, home away from home ( Read more... )

Buck knew about the outside area. But he did not knew about the firing range.

Nope, he is not using it, he is just watching the space, guessing its use, and wondering if they have something that Junior would not blast to bits. He looks slightly puzzled, and probably, open to chat.