It's not that Zed isn't grateful to the volunteers signing up for his mission against the Black Oil. He's deeply moved, even if he'd never openly admit the fact ( Read more... )

Artie walks into Milliways with a small stack of books in hand. He stops at Bar just long enough to order a chai tea, then heads over to a quiet corner booth.

He's still new enough to Milliways that he thinks it might be a good place for a quiet evening of studying.

[ooc: Any new tags will take place after the chase sequence.]

The winter has stretched on, week after colorless week, with the wind calling, low and wild, over the bare moors. This time of year, Archibald Craven has always closed himself up in his rooms, only waiting for the weather to clear before packing his bags and crossing to the Continent ( Read more... )

It is a forgone conclusion that Ace should not be allowed to get too bored ( Read more... )

Lilly's downstairs at a table, with a vodka tonic and a bored look.

There might be some vaguely irritated finger tapping. Lilly hates being bored.

Draco and Miniver were sitting at a table. Draco was currently reading over a book on basic charms to Miniver, and practicing with his wand to demonstrate. So there were sometimes bubbles, smoke creatures, or other simple trifles ( Read more... )

Tommy's back in Milliways and seems rather pleased about the fact. He's currently sitting on a couch near one of the fireplaces and grading his students' homework, occasionally pausing to chew on the end of his pen while he decides how many points to penalize an answer that is not entirely to his satisfaction ( Read more... )

Zelda is sitting at the bar.

She's curled up looking at the glowing orb between her two palms.

If you look closely you can see the face that she is gazing at longingly...

Truman was around in the bar, but it was really cozy on the couch by the fire. So he had nodded off and then fell asleep there. More troubled dreams of eternal winter nights by the look of it. And the fact that he was frowning in his sleep, and was tightly curled into himself like he was freezing.

Probably should be woken up.

When Enzo brought his dog into the bar, poor Frisket was seriously alarmed by his inability to smell anything matter-based, i.e. almost everyone and everything there. Many dogs would consider such a place a threat to be avoided.

Frisket considers it a threat to be defeated. And he is more than smart enough to figure out how to open a door ( Read more... )