Tiny blonde inna bar.

Lounging on one of the couches, with a cup of spiked tea and a small stack of lacy cookies half-dipped in chocolate, and peoplewatching with an expression halfway between amusement and boredom.

Maybe she's watching you. Or maybe you're not that interesting.

Wellard is usually very good at numbers and calculations.

However, sometimes things just do not add up. Usually it is because of something exceedingly simple that you just overlook, or a common mistake that just slipped by ( Read more... )

If anyone mentions that Esfir is looking exhausted when she comes down into the bar, they will be reported at the next Party meeting for being counter-revolutionaries. Or, they would, had she been back in the USSR. And feeling that pet ( Read more... )

Liz Sherman is covered in goop. There were a few more choice words for it spoken (shouted) earlier, but 'goop' is ultimately the most descriptive and the most fitting, if not the most colorful, of the possible choices ( Read more... )

Piotr has a sketchbook (of course), and a cup of coffee, and several empty chairs at his table ( Read more... )

Lilac is, to put it lightly, no fun.

It's depressing, is what it is. More specifically. And Jayne ain't in the mood to deal with no gorram Reaver fallout, and he ain't in the mood to be depressed.

Even a freakshow of a bar's better than that. Least there's liquor, and no one lookin' at him all judgy.

Tonight Katherine is sitting at the Bar, smiling down at a brown leather journal. It's open to a page near the back, which had been marked by a single Poloroid picture. She hugs the softbound book with a sigh, looking about the bar ( Read more... )

Demon rabbits. Blobs of.... something. (Wellard really has no idea what.) And now a jungle making what used to be a five minute walk to the 'ship yard' an adventure in and of itself ( Read more... )

It's been a fair while since Piotr was in Milliways. In here, at least; out in his own world, it's only been a few days. Not long enough to really miss the place.

But he does care about a number of people here, and he knows about the time difference ( Read more... )

Maya steps through the door. Her stutter-step is a dead giveaway that she didn't intend to be here; so is the state of her uniform. She wears uniform trousers and a black fitted tank top, one that looks more like it's made of leather than cloth. The name 'ANTARES' is spelled out in small, discreet letters on one side; her dog tags hang loose. ( Read more... )