On the eve of her five thousand and sixth birthday, the Lady Tere fades back into Milliways, seated, as always, on the piano bench. She smiles softly and begins to play quietly.

I believe in miracles and I can tell you why ( Read more... )

Lobo comes from upstairs, and to the Bar, hair still damp from his (morning?) shower. The season is a busy one for him, and Milliways is a convenient crash-place between jobs ( Read more... )

The appearance of a door where none was a moment ago came as something of a shock, and yet never let it be said that she is not capable of grasping opportunity where it might come ( Read more... )

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Pause.

"Compile, compile, comp-- ...yes! All right, Sparky, you've earnt yourself another day of living. You get a week if it actually works ( Read more... )

After his run-ins with Morpheus and the man--Wells, right--Kris had given up on exploring the woods any further for the time being. Part of him was a little too curious about their warnings. The rest of him? Knew it ( Read more... )

Kris is outside, walking along a track that leads deeper into the woods. He keeps an eye out for any wildlife, though he expects most would be hibernating or denned for the winter. He'd heard wolves' howling at least the once since he arrived at Milliways. A pair of daggers wouldn't be much help there,and neither would his particular mind-magic ( Read more... )

Y'know, Suzi could really start to hate notes. Two in two days saying friends have gone away, and while she was expecting the second one it still, well. Sucks. She settles into a seat with her knitting (still ring-tail lemurs, for the curious, and still in imossible colors), and the triple click of three sets of needles is only occasionally ( Read more... )

Indian professor-turned-taxi-cab-driver in the Bar, drinking from a glass of Lassi and only looking slightly preturbed to be here, sitting at a table near the window ( Read more... )

In Milliways: Sharpe falls asleep and is visited by an old friend, to catch up and offer a warning

In a back booth, Sharpe wakes up slowly - the dream wasn't the kind you wake from with a start, it was more peaceful than that. Hagman's last words ring in his mind (There's hard times ahead again. Look you sharp, sir) and he's frowning slightly as ( Read more... )

Penguins inna bar ( Read more... )