[OOM: On board the Red Fleet skyfurnace Konstantinov, two old friends have dinner.

Have something that is arguably dinner.

It may be cabbage sautéed in glue. No one knows for certain.]

She is seated at her preferred table this evening, with several letters neatly stacked within reach.

Only one of them is not sealed and addressed in her own careful hand.

Moiraine continues to write, with occasional pauses to compose her thoughts. As she does, she keeps a watchful eye on the room.

[ Outside, by the lake ]

The atmosphere on the Konstantinov fairly reeks of worry and fear. The soldiers and sorceresses are young; half the crew is new. And going into a warzone renowned for the cruelty and vicious intelligence of its foe, who knows the unforgiving territory and is fighting for his home and his family? The Reds may be green, but they have a right to be ( Read more... )

Lan is settled at a corner table -- one, of course, with a good view of the bar. Entrances and exits, and several directions to move in at need; some things are habitual.

He has a couple of books in front of him, which he's ignoring for the moment in favor of nursing his tea, apparently either lost in thought or idly surveying the bar.

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When Dan arrives downstairs, he has a piece of paper with him, and a pen, and stops at the bulletin board to leave a note. He wants to offer himself available for work if anyone needs an extra hand, but when he tries to write, nothing comes to mind. After all, most of the people here are from a time more advanced than his own, and he wouldn't have ( Read more... )

The door opens before River; she doesn't touch the handle, nor push. (On Serenity's side, this doorway is an open arch between hall and kitchen, the sliding doors recessed into the wall as they nearly always are.) Her fingers drift over the doorframe, the smooth sudden transition between metal and hardwood, as she steps through ( Read more... )

Coyote strolls into Milliways, the sounds and smells of another bar drifting in behind her before she shuts the door. She's still got her helmet tucked under one arm, and her hair falls down her back in a smooth braid ( Read more... )

Time gets funny upstairs, sometimes.

It has only been an hour (58 minutes and 17 seconds) since Maya woke from the desert. Her first instinct -- the second her instincts started thinking about things like walking -- was to get the hell out of the bar, but her second was wiser. She couldn't go home looking like she does, talking like she is. She ( Read more... )

[OOM: Sometimes, time upstairs gets tricky. Maya thinks she has only been in Milliways for one night. One hell of a night.

Text in italics, and all initial dialogue, from The Red Star; Vol. 1, Issue 3.

Tag: Thy Kingdom Come]