Sylar hasn't eaten anything, ordered by himself or not, since walking into Milliways a few days ago and finding it teeming with animals that didn't (tICk) quite sound like (ttticK) animals ( Read more... )

Inari has taken up residence at one of the tables in the center of the room. She's at her origami again- a way to pass the time deep in thought to work out her complex problem she will be presenting to the patrons soon. A war none may wish to take part in..but she has to ask for their help. Soon ( Read more... )

Outside, there is a lake ( Read more... )

One more night ( Read more... )

[OOM: Follow-Up Week. Ray's sister's never been entirely comfortable with her boys being extraordinarily talented. Ray's brother-in-law has reasons of his own for accepting them.]When Ray arrives from New York City today, he has a bag from Duane Reade. "Bar," he says, "I need you to give one copy of each of these to Agents K and Zed. Also, each man ( Read more... )

It's really rather amazing what you can get used to in a week's time. Roxton the lion is curled up in one of the larger chairs, head propped on the armrest while he watches the rest of the room. He could get a book, or something else constructive, but why bother? He's perfectly content to watch other people be constructive.

Petable.

The last few days have been a bit rough for Ryan, but he can't be overly grumpy about it. He got the Intel he was looking for, enough to narrow down what's caused the patrons to change shape. From what he's been told, the object is limited to a general area in the bar, implying that it's too large to be moved easily. It's most likely a table or ( Read more... )

There is a kitten sitting on the bar. While this may not be sanitary  it keeps her safe From things that might like to eat her. But she's botherable and if you want to eat she'll get down.

James the meerkat is back in the bar today, feeling pretty cheerful under the current circumstances - that being the whole fuzzy animal thing. But then, it's not very often that he's not cheerful because that's just the sort of fellow he is ( Read more... )

Hazel eyes watch around the bar for a moment before the cat stalks out and jumps up onto a table. He wasn't stalking anything specific. Or even at all. Though it wouldn't look that way to anyone else. Going from the table to a stool he looks up at the rafters. He could easily climb the pole and get up there. But for now he just curls up on the ( Read more... )