Gordon doesn't sleep much these days. He doesn't talk about it much; what would be the point? After everything he's been injected with or dunked in or given to swallow, there isn't a sleep aid he trusts to do a damn thing other than make the night worse. Maybe if something could knock him out long enough to skip over the REM sleep he'd consider it ( Read more... )

Sometime shortly before this, Nita enters the bar.

And while the Suit she's wearing doesn't quite resemble the one in the icon -- it's still very black and very snazzy.

She's taking a well-deserved coffee break somewhere that doesn't have Neeble.

It's conspicuous and inconspicuous at the same time. It appears with no fanfare, no flashing lights.

But the simple fact that it's half of a jail cell sticking out of the wall next to the front door makes it hard to miss. It's not a terribly clean jail cell, either. There's rust on the bars, oil from countless pleading hands smeared on the ( Read more... )

So, all those people who scale their way up to the rafters have officially just achieved "bad influence" status.

One can tell, because there's presently a rabbit-boy trying to replicate the feat. It looks exciting, after all, and it can't be that hard - he's seen a lot of people at it! And, so, there's a great deal of climbing and shimmying and ( Read more... )

There is a seven-year-old behind the bar with an expression of quiet cheerfulness and a formidably large book of drink recipes, which she is rereading for kicks because it's not as though she's allowed to make any of them anyways.

The Specials board reads:

Dry Happy Hour
Half off if you successfully order your drink in haiku.

Have at, folks.

Tilda inna bar.

By the fire furnace ( Read more... )

It's been ten days.

( SPOILER ALERT )

The nights haven't been getting any better, despite Raisa's presence in the room. Gordon tried to get up last night and walk around the lake again, but ran across a notice about the full moon. Having met Spoon, he was in no position to argue about the existence of werewolves or the lack thereof ( Read more... )

Matilda's in the Bar today, in an armchair by the fireplace, folding complex origami in vibrant colours. The theme appears to be floral in some way, but there's also the occasional spaceship or bird, and a few abstract pieces that she will happily tell you are based on pure mathematical formulae ( Read more... )

Last night was not a good one for Gordon, despite Raisa's presence. Not that it's the dog's fault. She tried. Some things just can't be overcome that easily. She's still with him this morning as he comes in from the back door, but when he moves for the first table he can find where he can put his back to the wall, she gives him an utterly pathetic ( Read more... )