Some days are better than others, and some are far, far worse. Wells knew from the moment he woke up this morning that today was going to be one of the bad ones. That's why he slipped away from Annie while she still slept, and why he came here. Oh, sure, he could pummel the heavy bag in his basement, he got one of those a while ago just in case- ( Read more... )

John Preston is reading.

That should be a shock in and of itself, but he's struck by the lines of the book. Characters going off to die for a noble cause.

Humanity is complex. He should have guessed this.

However he's trying his best to make sense of T.S. Elliot.

There's a cop of The Lord of the Rings too. But he hasn't picked that one up

Cheerful Sam Linnfer inna bar. Dinner. Book. Minimalist mun.

Bother.

John Preston hasn't been here ( Read more... )

[ A Great Man Dies.. And John Preston is Brought back.]....John Preston is in the bar ( Read more... )

The door opens and Ray very carefully edges into the Bar. Oh, God, noise and light and smell and more noise and-

-well, okay, it's better than home; Peter's watching wrestling.

But STILL.

"Bar," he says as quietly as he can, "I know you aren't going to give me any more COX-2 inhibitors, but is there any chance you can give me something that'll ( Read more... )

The door swings open, and there is a very distinct smell of swampy, vegetal goo to the city wetness on the other side. "I don't care what anybody else says," Ray announces. "Alley Pond Environmental Center still stinks ( Read more... )

One of these days Ray is going to talk to his sister abuot the things he's seeing with Joey, but today is not that day. No, today is the day when Ray comes through the door running like a rabbit and shoulders it shut behind him.

He is, to put it mildly, a bit goopy.

He hasn't gone home from earlier today. London's waiting out there, and he's got to work up the stomach for it. The moon's far enough behind him that he isn't too worried, but lately it seems like his native city grates on his nerves more and more ( Read more... )

The door opens briefly to a view of a New York City alley, and Ray ducks in, followed closely by a stylized robotic dog about the size of a Rhodesian Ridgeback. For once, neither he nor his companion are covered in slime.

It's been a good day.