"Oh, for the love of-"

The other side of the door smells distinctly of damp and mucky, at least until the door closes behind a scowling Brigadier. "Right, that's it," he snaps. "That report's getting filed early. This is not the cave complex!"

There's really not much to hold Quinn in the Bar any more; he's done the supply-buying as best he could from Bar, after all. It's not like he's got vehicles to haul stuff with this time, or even a horse. It's what he can carry and then some. The rest can turn up when Creedy goes to the Bar next, and he can take it back ( Read more... )

Creedy is out back, enjoying the cool fall breeze, the soon-to-be-gone green of the grass and the waving of the trees. A black cat has curled up near his feet, though there's no telling whose she is as her master isn't about and doesn't seem to be outside. He doesn't mind much, though. The cat gets scritched every so often in between bites of ( Read more... )

[OOM: World Without Magic, Albeit Greatly Delayed. Millitimed to back in July, when we started the blasted thing- with my sincerest apologies.

Quinn, Creedy, Naraht, Veronica Mars, and Dooku head off to Quinn and Creedy's world with the supplies and tools Quinn's acquired at Milliways. Mind you, Dooku wasn't planning on the trip, so you can ( Read more... )

((OOM: Conversations with the goats. Kyle needs to do silly things too sometimes.))Kyle entered the bar, bleating followed him as five leashed goats crowded behind him to get the carrots in his free hand. The littler ones were butting against each other. He would look very farmeresque if not for the fact that he's wearing Prada and Gucci. He's ( Read more... )

It may be some time before Quinn gets up the nerve to walk outside again, no matter how appealing the green landscape is. At least he's starting to think he knows why. He's not going to be staying here much longer. Not if his world keeps grabbing him back and pulling other people with him. It's nearly time to go home ( Read more... )

...he's sitting in a corner reading a newspaper. Perhaps it's not the most exciting experience the world has ever known, but it's pretty damn lovely for a man who hasn't seen a new bit of print in some years. He's already read the "current events" for whatever world the previous occupant of the booth had been from and now he's on the funnies ( Read more... )

He wanders in from the outside. He's gotten over finding the whole thing entirely astounding and has simply settled upon finding the green grass and the trees and the lake and the rest of it as just entirely enjoyable. He's got a beer in one hand and a rough sack of peanuts in the other which has obviously been nipped at some and heads for some

Normally it takes alcohol, or at the very least some form of recreational chemistry, to produce the sort of expression Quinn had when he woke up this morning. It's almost a pity there were no cameras or witnesses on hand. Going from the relatively tranquil face of sleep, to the vaguely confused look of anyone who's come to wakefulness in a strange ( Read more... )

He wanders in, a faint smile on his face as he closes the door behind him. The smell of grass is in his nose, cold and sweet and green and he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of that smell, of that color, no matter how much he sees it. His hands are a bit clammy and some of his hair's a little wet since he'd spent a little time enjoying the edge ( Read more... )