The bar is up one Marine pilot.

Said Marine pilot is at a table, boots up and crossed at the ankle, sketchbook balanced across her thighs. She's absently doodling, but from the faint frown she's also thinking.

Shephard offered her a puppy. A houndeye puppy, admittedly, but still. A puppy.

She really, really, really wants a puppy ( Read more... )

Guppy has had a much less eventful holiday since Holby Airport decided to, very rudely, have a gas explosion on the first day.

He's now back in the bar, arranging his photos into an album with captions.

'Coral building sandcastle. Fry building sand penguin.'

( (A little later, he drops off some postcards Fry wrote for Kate, Gene and Enzo, (with a lot of help spelling what he wanted to put) before the kid decided he'd had enough writing and refused to do one for Granny.) )

["Am I a real boy?"

"No, Pinocchio. To make Geppetto's wish come true will be entirely up to you."

"Up to me?"

"Prove yourself brave, truthful, and unselfish, and someday you will be a real boy."

" A real boy!"]

As much as he loves his guitar (for sentimental as well as practical purposes), Orpheus does occasionally try his hand at other instruments. Today he's made a sort of nest for himself in a corner of the bar. His guitar is sitting on the table, along with a penny whistle, a mandolin, a dulcimer, and a scattered mess of handwritten sheet music and ( Read more... )

Lately, Alex's dreams have stopped being the normal sort of schoolboy forgotten homework, underwear-in-class, everyone-I-know-thinks-I'm-a-freak type and switched over to the kind where people die, graphically, and he wakes up unsure if he's even still alive or not. Which is why, at what is (relative to his body, anyway) about three in the morning ( Read more... )

There's a mostly neglected (and now fairly cool) cup of tea sitting on Lily's table this evening ( Read more... )

Twilight Sparkle has had her fill of the books in the Milliways library... for now, at least. Now she's moved on to examining the facilities themselves ( Read more... )

[oom: It's like forgetting the words to your favorite song.]Milliways is no stranger to the walking dead. In fact, one might even say that, in Milliways, the dead don't only walk, they rock ( Read more... )

[oom: I must go on standing:
You can't break that which isn't yours.
I must go on standing:
I'm not my own, it's not my choice.

Warnings for the general fucking up of a minor.]

[oom:
If you cannot crawl away, you must stay in bed all day,
and if you stay in bed all day, you're sure to have some visitors.
Ezra Pound'll sit upon your bed, ask you which books as of late you have read,
ask you if you've read his own, and ask if you could spare
a pound of flesh to cover his bare bones.

Rated T for the drugging, torture, and ( Read more... )