J.C. is on Security duty, his badge quite visible on his chest. The man himself, though, is not all that visible. While he isn't actively trying to hide, he somehow manages to be quite unobtrusive, just on general principle. He's leaning against the wall near the end of the Bar where people rarely sit, at least at this time of day, and is ( Read more... )

A panicking ten-yearold is running in from the back area and slamming the door behind him, panting for a moment before looking around wildly for the nearest person wearing a security badge.

Tyler has just witnessed a disturbance and he needs to talk to a police office RIGHT NOW.

After a long absence, Tower is in that bar again. He turns up, casually, with a big cigar lit, and looks around.

"Bit of bad luck struck you, eh?" he says, patting the bar. Then, he orders a scotch from the waitrats.

[[OOC: Tower is here on request from JC Denton-mun, but this post is by no means plotlocked! Just make sure you read Tower's user ( Read more... )

J.C. is in the bar, on duty. He's leaning against a wall in an out-of-the-way corner and, oddly enough, playing around with a yo-yo. He's doing a lot of simple tricks like Sleeper and Walk the Dog - stuff that doesn't require too much concentration and lets him keep an eye on his surroundings ( Read more... )

You know what the treetrunks in Milliways have really been missing?

Having knives thrown at them.

Thunk.

Well. Probably.

Whether they are or are not, that's what Havelock is currently doing.

[OOC: Tags may be a little slow due to distraction, but I am here!

Aaaand I fail at wakefulness. May I beg slowtimes? Night!]

And things had been going so nicely.

A growling Captain Ryan comes barreling in the back door, a small puppy with a toy car in her mouth at his heels.

"SECURITY!" he bellows, obviously angry and agitated. It's to be expected, considering the circumstances and the full moon being less than a week away.

[OOC: Doomed to slowtime, but please tag anyway, ( Read more... )

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J.C.'s spending his Security shift at a table near the back door, so he can let transformed patrons in and out as needed. Being a city boy, he's never seen some of the more exotic animals here up close and personal, but under the circumstances he can't really say that he appreciates the opportunity.

Totally botherable.

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J.C.'s drawing portraits again. He's filled up half a sketchpad with pencil-drawn pictures, and anyone who happened to flip through them would see that his work has rapidly increased in quality since he began. This is partly because he's been reading books about drawing, and partly because he is (literally) wired up in such a way that visual and ( Read more... )