Amanda is sitting in front of the fire sipping champagne and reading some poetry that was recommended to her.

She is wearing a pair of jeans and a black tanktop. There is a pouch hanging from her hip if someone were inclined to notice it.

[OOC: please note that I am be leaving for class in about 1 hour. Otherwise tags welcome.]

Coreen is in a very, very good mood today.  Things have settled down with the baby, Joe's accepted it and will stay with her, and she's finally gotten a few decent nights' sleep.

This is why she's currently stretched out on the sunshine sketching some new maternity wear for herself, very light, very bohemian and very un-characteristically Coreen.  ( Read more... )

There is soothing meditative music tonight in one corner of the bar.

The usual circle of chairs has been replaced with a circle of bean bags for variety. In the middle are bowls of crisps and breadsticks and marshmallows. Hot chocolate can be smelled wafting from the large jug near Ben.

On the wall behind, a large sign has been pinned up.

LIFE ( Read more... )

Bright lights. Those are normally a good thing. They illuminate the surrounding area and warn of creatures in the dark. But, if you ARE one of the things that go BUMP in the night, then bright light of any kind is not a welcoming sight. Michael Redstone was one of those things. Technically, he was forced into it. No choice of his own, really. But ( Read more... )

Brennan is rifling quasi-frantically through a box of papers. Correspondence mostly. And contracts. All of it from her literary agent, publishing house, and publicist.

Sitting a little apart from the other papers is a glossy black folder overlaid with X-ray graphics. On top of it is a letter. Every few seconds Brennan gives the pair a glance ( Read more... )

Ryu is outside, on that open area near the lake, waiting for his students.

While he waits, the shinobi goes over a few simple kata, keeping warmed up and ready to start the lessons.

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Amanda is dressed up and sitting at a table near the door waiting for Marlowe and Guppy. She is sipping a cup of tea while waiting.

Mal walks into the bar.

It's an average enough occurrence, right? Right.

However, today, Mal rolls up to the bar asking for a beer to take with him downstairs to the garage.

What he received was a bit of a makeover and a cupcake with a '4' candle lit in the center.

"Shensheng de gaowan, I been comin' here four years and you decide to celebrate ( Read more... )

Here's a face that's been absent of late ( Read more... )

Over by the fire sits an immortal. This immortal is reading a book of poetry warming her feet but she would be more then happy to be interupted.