At a table, Silas is just about done with the painted board he's been trying to complete for a while now. He's just finishing painting in the black areas, roses colored a multitude of rainbow shades. He's stopped seeing it as a painting and it's turned into just splashes of colors in front of his eyes ( Read more... )

Trowa's settled at a corner table with a book and an empty glass. Eventually he might bother to get another drink, but he hasn't yet ( Read more... )

It's mid-morning when Dave comes barreling into Milliways through his door, the sound of growling and barking not far behind. He slams the heavy slab of wood shut and leans against it as he tries to catch his breath, then eventually sinks down to a sitting position.

As he rests his forehead on he knees, he starts to laugh in that hysterical way that ( Read more... )

Barbara doesn't play a lot of games. She's a busy woman. But every so often she'll play something as long as it's conveniently nearby. And she's good at it.

So this evening she's playing pool.

By herself at the moment, though she doesn't look like she'll object to someone coming and getting their butt kicked. Because Babs is good at pool. ( Read more... )

It's been two rough-and-tumble weeks out in Texas. Not the longest she's been separated from the bar by far, but she's nonetheless glad when Beaut's hooves fall on friendly otherworldly soil, rather than the parched Texas earth she had been expecting. Kate shifts in the saddle and smiles, tips her hat off her head and enjoys the cooler air of a ( Read more... )

[OOM: A few days ago, an old friend of Quatre's stopped by the circus.

Afterwards, there may have been a little bit of gossip.]

When Trowa walks into Milliways, he's wearing jeans and a turtleneck.

A second later, his outfit is much more . . . colorfulThere's the neck-ruff. And the suspenders. And the blue-and-white sleeveless shirt. And the half-mask. And the orange shoes. And the gloves ( Read more... )

[OOM: The circus is on vacation. Last Friday, Trowa came to visit Quatre.]

[Low on plot, heavy on dorkiness and sap. And a certain amount of kissing.]

The really tricky thing about cross-universal dating is not whether or not you both use base ten to count dates and times. It isn't that one of you is deadly allergic to the proteins in that romantic dinner. It isn't even that you're technically on opposite sides of the law, though it is lucky alternate universes don't have extradition treaties ( Read more... )

The bullet wound has been healing up as well as can be expected. Kate hasn't been downstairs much, save for a few meals and to check in on the stables now and then. Guppy's always real happy with her when she's doing the latter. Which might account for why the rest of her time has been spent curled up in her room, or on a couch by the fire ( Read more... )