(oom: A Very Important Phone Call.)

Deadpool trudges back into Milliways, something very... defiant in his posture. Well, as defiant as you can be while pushing a shopping cart loaded down with about a dozen 2' by 1' boxes marked FRAGILE in bold letters.

Regardless, there he is, against his better judgement.

How sad droop the willows by Zalal's fair side,
If reality could scream, she would. Rather than the gradual fading of Morpheus, or the simple presence of the other Endless, Nyarlathotep has torn a hole between the Dreaming and the waking world. He is there, tall and black, cold and red-eyed. His hands rest on Moiraine's shoulders, tilted ( Read more... )

*Tims singing again. Sorry.*

As I walk through the valley where I harvest my grain ( Read more... )

The door opens and a young woman walks in ( Read more... )

OMG WTF DEDPUL BAR!

check it out, there he is, stomping his feet and clapping his hands.

"Hey! Hey-ey! I gotcha money, dontcha worry! Hey! Hey-ey!"

(ooc: click that link, you will be pleased!)

Roland's sitting in a booth. He's staring at the table. Every now and then he drinks some coffee.

There's an apple sitting in front of him.

Valentine walks up to the front of the space she has prepared in the corner of the bar. She has no notes, just herself, in a green sweater and long black skirt. There is a determination on her face, and eyes. She looks out over the assembled croud for what she hopes is the only time tonight. Biting her lip at everyone there, she takes a deep breath ( Read more... )

Enter Destruction. He gets a beer (Guinness, of course) from the bar and looks around for friends - or, for that matter enemies or strangers. He's a friendly guy, is Destruction.