Kevin is at a table, going over some experiment results.

Kevin does not know about snakes inna bar yet.

He'd welcome company.

[OOM: The Tour de Bronx may have to change their route this year.]The door opens and Ray comes in- respectably dressed in clean civilian clothes and not smelling of anything weird or dripping anything unholy, for once. He does, however, look like he found half a bug in his Cheerios. "Bar," he says, "I could use some coffee and a good book on the ( Read more... )

The way Greg looks when he walks into Milliways is rather like he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes might start bleeding out of his face -- bleary and watery, that is -- and it's a pretty accurate assumption, considering, well, he's been watching security tapes so long his eyes feel like they might bleed out of his face ( Read more... )

Darien's in the bar ( Read more... )

[OOM: " What have you been DOING, Ray?"]The door opens and a considerably more sober-faced than usual Ray walks in. Francis is at his heels, doing the best 'worried' impersonation that a robot dog with no visible facial features or tail can manage. "Bar?" Ray says. "Could I get some Ovaltine over here, and maybe something in the way of a guide to ( Read more... )

[On this very special, extra lovely, totally terrific, superbly spectacular day... something rather special happens. Long live the Rivan Line, may it ever prosper and create a veritable forest of little dryads. You know what they say? It only takes one tree to start...]

The door swings open and Garion, looking completely out of his mind, shouts as loudly as he can into the bar at large:

"KEVIN! Ce'NEDRA'S HAVING HER BABY! KEVIN?! ARE YOU HERE?!"

[ooc: somewhat plot-locked, though if you want a quick, brainless conversation while Garion waits for Kevin, that's cool]

He's at the bar ( Read more... )

Kevin isn't going anywhere, until the very last moment.

Certainly not without saying goodbye to Darien, if he can help it. Not with no guarantee he'll ever see him again.

He comes out of the infirmary, glancing fleetingly at the clock.

April's downstairs, because her room is a mess, her mirror's broken and there's glass everywhere, and she doesn't feel like cleaning it all up at the moment ( Read more... )