Steph's in the Bar again, sprawled across a couch, reading.

It's a book on Arthurian History, and her eyes are a little glazed, but she's determined to get through it.

Don't ask why.

She doesn't look innocent when she sleeps. Far from in fact, she's curled far more akin to a hound than a human, cheek cradled on her towel. Her wet hair is spread in the grass like blood, her scarred back turned towards a small fire that leaps and jumps tiredly in the growing night ( Read more... )

There's a woman slowly exercising by the lakeshore, in fact, right now she seems to be on handstands that tumble into rolls. It's nice to be able to move smoothly again, and the actions may come in handy soon...

And no, she's not cheating, though people are welcome to ask if she is.

Bruce Banner is in the bar, in a booth, fiddling with several instruments and writing down readings off of them ever few minutes ( Read more... )

He hasnt been downstairs in awhile, but days go by and you have to stretch your legs, you have to get out. He has had a lot to think of, since talking to Rachel and Molly. And everything is jumbled in his head, even as things seem clearer than ever before ( Read more... )

In one booth, sitting with his back against a wall, is a Bruce. His legs are stretched out in front of him on the bench of the booth and a book is laid face down on those legs. A large mug of something vaguely like coffee sits and stews on the table as he sits with his head hack against the wall, watching, sometimes, the passing crowds ( Read more... )

Rachel is in the bar, slowly stretching in the rafters. The feel of muscles moving under whole, undamaged skin is something that makes her smile. And, for a wonder, she's actually not wearing spandex or torn jeans...no. She's wearing a small work out bra, rippling scars showing in breathtaking patterns everytime she bends her back ( Read more... )

he had slept on and off for days and now he comes abck down and settles at the bar. He asks her for a glass of water and gets it along with a noteHe blinks at it and goes paler yet. He drags himself, and his water, and the note to a booth and sits there, staring into space, in shock, his mind still roiling from fear and nightmares and worse things ( Read more... )

Molly spent part of her morning writing notes to various people, and now she takes them to the bar and asks for them to be delivered to the appropriate parties.

“Lady Bar, could you please see that these get to the proper people when they come in?”

She leaves four folded slips of parchment. One for Bruce Banner, one for Asar Suti, one for ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Nightmares twisted in the Darkness - In which Joe Fixit influences Bruce's nightmares and makes him 'remember' something that drives him awake with horror. Warnings for violence, semi-graphic sex, violent sexuality and lots of lies.]]