Today is a day like any other. The sun is shining, the birds are crapping on the heads of those unwary who venture outside beneath the trees, and there's a heaping portion of potent magical food set out for unsuspecting bar patrons ( Read more... )

Kevin's been around. He almost always is. Where else does he have to go, after all, except occasional trips to Riva?

It's just that he's usually buried in his work in the infirmary. He's out and about tonight, though, with a Corona - no lime - and a sandwich.

Come say hi.

Kevin has been around, really. He's just been in the infirmary a lot.

But he's out in the main bar now, with his killer-strength coffee, making an effort to be social.

Anyone want to help out with that?

"Sure, Nana Olaf, I'll just get it out of the pan ... try ..."

Greg Sanders wasn't expecting Milliways to pop up in the kitchen while helping to prepare Christmas Eve dinner, and he certainly doesn't look pleased about it now.

Because he was trying to cook, here ( Read more... )

Kevin's been around, but mostly in the infirmary, working hard.

He's out and about today, though, sitting at a table with a cup of coffee in front of him and an old scrapbook in his hand.

He likes to look through his memory collection, once in a while.

Asleep upstairs, Kevin gets a visitor

Kevin Fawkes does not like snakes. In fact, he's phobic to the point of panic, so being bitten by a copperhead in the bar itself ( Read more... )

Kevin's in the bar, reading a note he was just given with a frown.

It's not long before he glares at the infirmary door and goes off in search of Matilda.

Feel free to come talk to him while he looks.

This isn't Sara's happy face.

Her happy face isn't going to be seen until Life stops targeting things, starting with her family.

But at any rate, she is drinking coffee and poking at a salad.

Eventually, she'll eat it.

Guppy is sitting by the infirmary, nose in one of a pile of books. He's looking somewhat concerned - hasn't found any leads on his latest case yet ( Read more... )