Gordon had been stepping into the restaurant where he's been working lately to pay the bills. This... is not it. It's a lot nicer than a crappy restaurant in mid-90's Alphabet City ( Read more... )

Parker walks downstairs, a duffel in hand and a slightly closed look in his face.

He shrugs and heads for a table. Might as well stick around here, since he came and all.

One disheveled forensic anthropologist in the bar.

Ordinarily, Dr. Temperance Brennan's door to Milliways is fixed in one place. But occasionally it likes to surprise her. Usually on a night like tonight, when she's in mud-spattered coveralls and wading boots, having spent the last several hours recovering human remains from swampland.

(Except ( Read more... )

Ryan walks in to the bar. He's not totally shocked this time. He reaches for his weapon but he doesn't draw it this time. He looks around to see if anyone he's talked to pryor is here. Not seeing anyone he just walks to the bar taking a stool liking around for the wait staff.

It's a crisp day outside, and last night deposited what is perhaps the absolutely perfect amount of snow for a snowball fight. The sun is bright and the snow sparkles pristinely ( Read more... )

Jack of the Frost in in the bar, curled up in a booth with his feet on the seat, his chin on his knees, and cup of water in his hands.

He looks rather spaced out, in a pleasant, drowsy sort of way. Nice morning.

A assassin has been sitting quietly in a dark, less-illuminated section of the bar. He gets restless, listening and watching the commotion in the bar, and is ready for some action.

Rodney is so tired of saving the damn universe.

He wants beer.

And maybe to rant very loudly. But of course by the time you're close enough to hear, it's already too late.

Parker is pacing inside, his strides angry.

Breaking point happens when he finishes his beer and goes outside, pitching it at the nearest tree.

Sugar is sitting in a booth, all alone, with books and magazines spread out in front of her. She was going to try her best to learn all she could about the different time periods after her, their music, their clothing, their art; everything she read was pushed to the back of her mind and saved for later. Once in a while she tears out a page of a ( Read more... )