J.C.'s been thinking for some time since his Door reappeared, but he's finally made his decision: he's going home. He has a job to do ( Read more... )

His Door has been back for three days.

J.C. hasn't even gone near it. He certainly hasn't told anyone. He's trying to decide what he ought to do about it.

So, one very broody don't-call-him-a-cyborg sitting at the Bar.

J.C.'s not on duty right now, and thus is not sitting at the end of the Bar but instead at a table by the Observation Window. He's trying to draw the view outside with a set of colored pencils. It's proving to be more challenging than he anticipated, but that comes as an unexpected pleasure rather than a source of frustration.

Botherable.

J.C.'s on Security duty, sitting in his usual spot at the end of the Bar, where he can keep an eye on the whole room ( Read more... )

Ever since his conversation with Ana a few days ago, J.C.'s been keeping to himself even more than usual - he's more like he was shortly after he arrived, except that he's been sketching a lot more ( Read more... )

J.C. is on duty, his badge visible on his coat. Rather than sitting at the end of the Bar today, which he usually does, he's sitting up in the rafters, smoking a cigarette.

He'd be happy to come down if you want to talk to him. Or he can bring you up, whichever.

It's his second day in the weird bar. The one everyone keeps telling him is at the End of the Universe. He's still not beyond thinking this is some kind of screwed up facility for the CIA. But for the moment he's sitting at a table, back to a wall so he can keep all exits and entrances in sight ( Read more... )

Earlier today, Susannah visited the infirmary, and reclaimed a piece of her property. Left an IOU.

Now, in pinned-under blue jeans and a COLUMBIA sweatshirt, riding in a flying wheelchair sans wheels, Susannah Dean is in the bar. She looks a lot better than she did yesterday; a strong and beautiful black woman (sans legs), old enough to be someone ( Read more... )

There's a lot of screaming from one corner of the bar; and then River Tam hurries away from the battered figure huddled there, for the stairs ( Read more... )

Security member on duty. And this particular one looks...different ( Read more... )