"Don't cry because it's over. Smile because it happened ( Read more... )

Kevin is sitting at a table near the bar with his dinner (roast beef, some potatoes, and a healthy serving of vegetables with a mug of ale).

He's not touching it yet. He's too busy trying to assimilate what Garion just told him.

He can go with Darien when his brother leaves. He can be alive again. And all for a minute's spellwork. It's a lot ( Read more... )

For the purposes of mun sanity, let us say Garion has not seen Mary Sue or heard of her handy work.

Just to keep sanity.

That said, he's bartending. There aren't any specials on the board as he hadn't thought of anything good so he'd decided that the first three drinks asked of him would get put up whenever people decided to order them.

Pippin sits on his feet in a too-large chair, looming over a tremendous slice of pie on the tabletop.

Cue Jaws theme.

From the way he smiles at it, you'd think it was an old friend.

[OOC: Very plot-locked; sorry!]

A few things have been left at the bar for people. With notes. Not very expressive notes, but notes.

( Mike and Bernard )

Kevin hasn't seen his brother for days. It's unusual, even since the cure, and it's starting to worry him. But for now, he's just out in the main bar with a coffee, keeping an eye out.

Kevin... doesn't quite know what to do with himself now. His greatest work, the one thing he's wanted to do with his death, is done.

His brother is free, and that means he is too. Free from the one true obligation he had here, and while he's happy, and the thought it worked! still circles in his mind more often than not, he's at a bit of a loose ( Read more... )

He's the Invisible Man. That's TOTALLY why you haven't seen him around.

Totally.

It has nothing to do with getting licked by Bigfoot.

Totally.

That said: Agency agent at 3 o'clock lounging on a couch reading a philosophy magazine.

The headache  left, after that first night. She'd thought it might only be overdoing it with some of the shielding exercises, or perhaps her eyes were telling her to take a study break.
But it came right back like an annoying telemarketer, when she woke, and this time was worse. She felt as if a knife was jabbing through her skull and down her neck ( Read more... )

Kevin spent most of yesterday hiding in his room, hoping whatever this latest magical thing was would wear off.

It didn't. And a guy needs to eat. So, finally, he's ventured downstairs to get some food.