[OOM: As promised, Coyote finally takes Antigone home with her.

Some things that need to be said are said (if loudly, and with a distinct lack of tact).

Something that was arguably a long time coming is finally done.]

The door to Milliways slams open hard enough to smack into a table that got pushed a little too close. A woman dressed in black leather comes flying through and crashes into a chair ( Read more... )

Sweet leans against th bar, a glass of scotch in his hand, looking red-faced dapper and amused as usual.

He's humming. FEAR.

( and such an interesting choice of songs )

The problem isn't that Antigone doesn't know what to do-- now that she's met Sweet, she's fairly certain that she knows how she can help Saionji ( Read more... )

Antigone's back in the bar.

And she's not crying.

That, however, is about the best that can be said for her. She's curled up in a booth with a dish of melting ice cream and an untouched mug of tea.

It's never pleasant to be forgotten.

Antigone comes in, feet bare and hair a little messier than usual. There might even be a leaf or two caught in it.

Guess who's been climbing trees.

She comes to the bar and leans on the counter. "Water?"

It comes with ice in it.

:D!

Antigone's sitting by the fire.

On the floor by the fire, to be most accurate.

She's twirling a silkflower blossom between her fingertips, expression wondering and pleased and a little sad.

She's not averse to interruption.

Anyone that knows Malcolm Reynolds has probably heard at some point that he has a very special tradition, every August 1. This tradition usually has a combination of Ng Ka Pe, barfights and narrow escapes from angry, purplebelly mobs.

Mal desperately hates to break traditions. However, Serenity is currently far more Coreward this time of year than ( Read more... )

Wells comes in through the front door ( Read more... )

Raguel's having a quieter evening tonight - no flapping around outside, just a beer in the corner and an ashtray within reach. The simple fact of getting off the ground - far as he might be from actually attempting the marathon journey to the City - has put him in a thoughtful mood.

No, he's not reconsidering.