Jennifer is sitting at the bar, looking like her icon. After a moment, Michael sits down next to her with a similarly bleak expression and orders two shots of his usual Ogden's Old. They clink them in a silent toast and put them down the hatch.

Botherable, to the extent they aren't already.

When Arcade slipped into the Bar today he did so with every intention of stealing the extra time to collate his papers and work through a particularly annoying set of titration results on his latest experiment. Bar, however, had other ideas ( Read more... )

Busy, busy, busy, busy, busy- that's how things stand on board the Normandy. Mordin hasn't had time to seek the Bar out lately. Today he'd been planning on working through the latest set of data on cybernetic muscle enhancements when he found himself here. Well, no harm in that, right? He can get a drink, take a brief break, return to work with ( Read more... )

Excusing himself was pretty much a necessity. Even Divis Mal's awesome powers can only keep him off the ground so long before it gets to be either tiresome or ostentatious, and since he was going to have to shut down his anima banner before he could bodily touch anything, and to discharge the excess energy from his anima before he could shut it ( Read more... )

[Out of Milliways: it's still tickingThe door creaks slowly open, revealing the interior of a dimly lit shed, two armored figures, and a dog. One of the figures is frozen with its back to the Milliways door; the other is doing its best to shoo the dog through without going near it, holding the door open all the while. When the dog- an odd-eyed blue ( Read more... )

OOM: What happened after her return from Ellen's world.

Annabelle is taking another crack at the books that Ray recommended for psychic self-defense. Better safe than sorry, as it were.

Still, a person can only study for so long. A distraction would be welcome.

(Tinytag! Connor (FreakAngels) )

"D0G, seriously, you don't have to do this..."

The front door opens and a nine-foot-tall combat droid walks in. His owner is currently being cradled in the crook of one arm, as one might carry a small child. She looks less than enthused about this.

"I know you're supposed to protect me, but I'm not sick. I'm pregnant. There's a difference."

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[[ OOM: There is always a last chance...The door is rumbling ( Read more... )

SUDDENLY, BANANAS! ... thousands of them!

No, seriously. They're pouring in through the door. Just- thousands of bananas, piling up in a huge yellow heap that at least promises to block the flow of even more bananas... at least until the heap starts moving and scatters more of the bananas in all directions.

For what it's worth, that's the fault ( Read more... )

The front door opens, and Ace wanders in, drooping and pale ( Read more... )