The front door opens for Fran from her family's house in Bangor. She's spent the day with her parents, having had some unexpected news to give them...
It wasn't too friendly a discussion. She has a bruise on her cheek that's still sore, but one would have to look closely to see that; she does know how to apply makeup ( Read more... )

The population of the bar is up one dejected-looking no-armed whitey rolling around on the floor crying.

Try not to step on him, plzkthnx.

George is in a good mood.

He's become an 'official' Uncle!

Come and share his excitement.

"Tonight's drinks are: Deep, Dark Secret, Dr. Raspberry, The Drink Without a Name and Dreamy Chocolate Winter."

Tonight's apron is red, with the letters T, G and J on them - in white lettering.

"What'll it be?"

Spoon? He could really get paranoid about doors. Years of not being able to open them at all is getting reinforced by the fact that lately he opens them and the wrong room is on the other side ( Read more... )

[oom: The aftermath of Molly's visit]The door opens, just a crack, and a little figure slips in, hood of his jumper pulled up to cover most of his face ( Read more... )

Homestar.

CD.

Dancing.

Bother.

Specials.
Spice and Ice.
Snowflake.
Cold Fire.

"What can I get you?" Atton grins as he heads behind the Bar. "Y'get free paper umbrellas and slices of this yellowy, sour ... thing. Fruit." He holds up a lemon, waving it about for a moment.

Outside it is winter, and Maeve revels in it.She dances in it, she runs in it, she swims in the lake, and over all, she enjoys herself. Soon enough, the winter will be gone, and she'll have to deal with summer again ( Read more... )

It's early afternoon ( Read more... )

It's been a busy morning in Holby. Science class acid fight at nine (six with burns), office fight at ten (one fractured nose, one concussion, one query fractured zygoma), old peoples' home fight at eleven (one crushed foot and a broken hip) and a man superglued to a toilet seat at twelve ( Read more... )