Michelle's been not so reluctantly drafted back into CTU. She's been helping Nadia and Milo go through the extensive list of suspects and tracking communications.
The last few days have blurred together and she opens the door to the parking garage, expecting to find her car and at least four missed calls on the cell she left in the glove ( Read more... )

Kira's at a booth, looking at a catalogue of various...baby things. Cribs, toys, clothes, maternity clothes. There's a lot of stuff that goes into having a child and by the look on Kira's face...she never really thought about it before.

Botherable.

Kyo is, predicatably, by the fire. He's eaten, and now he wants to nap. But going up to his room is too much effort. So, instead, there's a sleeping catboy on the couch.

He looks peaceful. Maybe someone should throw something at him.

Ravin really need to learn to not start a fight, or at least to know when to run the hell away ( Read more... )

A rather pretty young woman in a dark silk dress is sitting in a chair by the fire with a glass of wine and a thick, old book. The dress is cut in a severe, modest style and her hair is pulled back in an equally severe braid. A curved blade sits sheathed beside her ( Read more... )

The sort of things currently going on in the 24-verse are not the kind of things that allow federal agents to just call in sick to work, but Adam, having woken up barely functional, really hadn't had a choice. Besides. It's not like the terrorists are going to attack New Jersey.This is why Adam wanders into the Bar not in his customary suit and tie ( Read more... )

As was often the case, Lyrae was out by the lake in the late afternoon practicing her sword skills. It was a ritual that she found extremely comforting. The metal blade--dulled for safety--hummed in the air. Lyrae had centuries of practice and so the forms melded one into the other, the blade a silver ribbon in the still air of the evening ( Read more... )

A teenage Japanese schoolgirl enters the bar, cheerfully humming and swinging her bookbag as she walks. She stops at the nearest chair, pulls a textbook and a pad of paper out of her bag, and sets them both neatly on the table in front of her. Then she puts down the bag and settles into the chair, looking expectantly at the far wall ( Read more... )

Toki came down from the room he rented, feeling the last of the withdrawals hitting him. He still had a headache, his hands were still shaking, but at least he wasn't throwing up all over the place.

Upstairs, in the room, Skwisgaar was just starting. He was worried, and thus, he came down to see if his look of frantic 'helpmehelpmehelpme' would do ( Read more... )

There is mulled wine.

And a small platter of cheese and fruit.

A long cloak, edged in fur, is folded over one side of the a reclining couch. On the other side, Marian, partaking of these wonderful luxuries of the bar, is resting and warming herself by the fire.

Company would be divine.