Maria hasn't gone outside of Milliways much, but after her talk with Sarah Jane, she finds it better to be away from the Bar and its stifling atmosphere at the moment. And she doesn't want to go back home right now, either. So she's lying on her back on the cold ground, watching her breath come in white puffs above her, and resting her hands on her ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane didn't bother to leave Milliways since she arrived here two days ago. The first night was because she cried herself to sleep on the couch. The second night was, quite possibly, for much the same reasons ( Read more... )

Will is at the punching bag, he just wants Atton and Kate to be friends and now its a mess and it feels like its his fault too.

Its getting darker but he really doesn't care, it feels good to just hit and hit.

Wes has a chocolate milkshake, cookies and a booth (but not a Booth).

He's pleased because a) he has cookies and a milkshake, b) Atton's not dead, and c) he has cookies and a milkshake.

Anyone who wishes to join him will have to sit on the other side of the booth, because his legs are taking up his side.

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Seven days. It's been a week since James moved out and Sarah Jane still doesn't feel any better than she did seven days ago. She's lonely and rather miserable: afraid of a future alone in his world, wishing she never decided so strongly against an abortion. Every time she's wanted to go after him, she's found some way to stop herself. Le ( Read more... )

[OOM: A normal outing in London goes slightly awry when a train is overtaken by terrifying zombie-like aliens led by a pulsing brain. And then the world was saved and the girls went on a shopping spree!]

James is...not in a very good mood. While such a statement might strike fear in the hearts of men, such as when the Hulk gets angry, James Bond is also in no mood to go smash on anything. This is the sort of not very good mood that leads him to stare contemplatively into the fire, tapping his foot to count the seconds slipping by in a life he is ( Read more... )

After he was kicked out of the attic by Sarah Jane and Mr. Smith for being distracting when she had an article to finish, Luke went searching for a comfortable, quiet place to read his book (Flatland, Edwin Abbott Abbott ( Read more... )

There is a Little Potter sitting in a booth by himself, reading a book quite quietly.

He's been more or less keeping to himself as of late, but is down in the bar tonight for whatever reasons. It might be that he's keeping a close eye on his door.

Perfectly botherable.

Life was good ( Read more... )