Milliways has, for once, caught me in a good mood - though true to form, it has brought me when I'm at something less than my best. The bruise around my left eye is fading but still can't quite be concealed by makeup, and I'm still moving stiffly due to various aches and pains (the worst being in my ribs). Being punched and falling out of a ( Read more... )

It's J.C.'s turn for duty: he sits at a table near the Front Door, where he can check out any arrivals and also maintain a good view of the rest of the bar. Right now, most of his attention seems to be focused on a sketchpad on the table and the pencil he's drawing on it with. Something's caused him to resume the old childhood habit of drawing ( Read more... )

J.C. considered sitting up in the rafters for his first Security shift, so that he could see but not be seen. He decided that this wasn't such a great idea: while some peacekeeping must be done covertly, most of it should be done transparently, in the open. In this case it's more practical and certainly more fair ( Read more... )

It's early evening, and Jack's going for a run outside.  He and Chris had changed back a few days ago using their own...special...method, which he's certainly not about to tell anyone else about ( Read more... )

[In the office, Archie and others have been deliberatingArchie is busy with paperwork, and as that's a task Alanna will do just about anything to avoid, she's perfectly happy to post the hiring results for him on her way out of the bar. She tacks the piece of paper to the center of the notice board, nods to herself and leaves ( Read more... )

Maybe he should've expected something like this to happen. The Dragon's Tooth is a prototype, after all ( Read more... )

Back in his own world, J.C. was not a great reader of books. Oh, he wouldn't shirk at reading whatever was assigned to him by his teachers when he was a kid, and he read newspapers (online and off) almost religiously. But reading for pleasure was something he never did ( Read more... )

During the past few days, I've taken to feeding the duck-things in the lake. I call them duck-things because, while they are ducklike in most respects, they have the shells of turtles, and I don't know the proper name for such creatures ( Read more... )

There's a guy, out by the lake. He looks very calm, having set up several training droids, which are clanking about with vibroblades, quite quickly. Or at least, he looks calm so long as you're looking directly at him, not off to either side ( Read more... )

River is lying on her back on the high top of a booth, her knees drawn up and hands tidily folded across her stomach. She could be asleep for all she's moving, but she's not; she's staring up at the ceiling, or perhaps at the air below it ( Read more... )