[OOM: In my beginning is my end, or: It's not so much teaching an old wolf new tricks as it is keeping the young from being on the receiving end of the old ones.

(Okay, maybe there are some new tricks. Damn Edwardian England, anyway.)]

Following something of an impulse, Moiraine has brought her latest journal-- full of notes on the oral history of Twin Peaks, as learned through the stories she's been collecting from people-- into the bar to review them there ( Read more... )

[OOC: Because I had to do a snoopy dance.
Coherence & planning to follow. Adoption'Comicsverse!]

The door opens to blinding whiteness.
And a woman steps out of it. Through the door.

Emerald eyes blinking; focusing on the funny little room.

As the door to the bar opens, Duo and River are just pulling away from each other. There's no mistletoe (Duo didn't really decorate for Christmas), but to the observant, it's probably obvious what they were just doing ( Read more... )

When River walks through the door, she's wearing a slightly ragged purple sundress ( Read more... )

For once, Mary's not poring over her own world's history as she sips at her tea. Instead, she's shuffling through a few densely-detailed sheets of paper, and frowning ( Read more... )

He's been enjoying these few days on Osiris with Regan. They'll be leaving for the Border and Rim in just over a week, but for now, it's very nice to be home ( Read more... )

[OOM: Some children are far too foolish to live. Especially those that have never been anything like children.]

River is stretched out on her stomach along a rafter, cheek pillowed on her folded arms.

The bar is bustling tonight. It's interesting to watch, it seems.

(And Serenity is very quiet right now.)

[OOM: All things move in circles. Or is that spirals?]