Bubbles is currently just floating along the ceiling of the beloved bar called Milliways.

She looks like she's just laying on her back with her arms behind her blond head. Floating above everyone's heads. Just napping.

Maybe. Maybe not.

Come by and chat. Bubbles is a little bored.

OG, Bar, chillin'. It probably has been some time in CJ's world, he looks... different. Stronger? More self-confident? Something like that.

What can be easily seen, is the leather jacket and biker boots.

He seems to be looking for or waiting for someone. Maybe its you.

In any case, he does not seem adverse to company.

The last few weeks have been... eventful, for the blond Powerpuff girl.

Bubbles somehow was tricked? talked into posing for a painting by Hellspawn. Then, CJ and Alphonse eventually talked Bubbles into showing her painting to them ( Read more... )

Hank McCoy, after a long day, comes in, to see the notice on the board and nods. After considering for a few minutes, he pulls a card out and places it on the Bar ( Read more... )

Bubbles is at the bar.

Apparently, bored.

She's idly flipping though a coloring book and sipping at a soda. Debating on whether or not to color one of them. And if so, which one.

Coloring is her thing, anyways. Regardless of how old she is.

Come by and poke her. She's squishy.

There is a maimed prince with a whole VERITABLE STACK of books, note pads, and a couple of scrolls with him on the table. There is also a slender case on the table, which holds a flute inside. He has gone through two parts of ginseng tea and thus, remains both busy and rather energizeed ( Read more... )

Hank sits at a table, watching the Door. He has moved to a new one since last night, having stayed the night, at least. Now he is eating breakfast as he watches the Bar. But his eyes stray back to the Door every little while and His face is expressionless.

Suit of armor inna bar!

He appears to be playing jacks on his research table.

He's pretty good at it, actually.

Bubbles is sitting in a booth along the wall of the bar. Just occasionally sipping at her soda as she tries her best to keep something hidden underneath her jack on the seat.

That, and to avoid from blushing.

With a light sigh, Bubbles' fingers lightly brush against a pair of barrettes. in her blond hair.

Thoughts drifting on a suit of armor.

Coming in the door, Hank McCoy, research scientist, stops, blinks around, then sighs. He glances backwards, then around the room and slowly makes his way to the bar, looking disgruntled and annoyed with life. Or something. He orders a Very Large coffee and settles in to watch the Bar for awhile.