Quinn's gathered up his handful of things from the Bar in general, and requested some writing paper and a pen. He's going to head home tonight, and he's got a very real feeling that it'll be for the last time. There are people he owes messages to. Veronica, Hero, Merriman Lyon, Naraht, Moiraine, others- all of them. He could've done the notes ( Read more... )

Quinn stayed at Milliways last night; he had a feeling that going home to pick up the things he wanted to hand around was probably the last time he'd be able to come and go as he pleased. There are still people he needs to talk to, and things he wants to do, before going home for however long the door isn't going to appear. Right now, he's seated ( Read more... )

Time passes quickly when you're busy, and there is very, very little that keeps you busier than recovering civilization at the same time as unlearning the habit of flinching at the skies. From the time of the destruction of the London male to the time of Suzi's and Deitmar's bamfing into Quinn's world was around six months; from that time to today ( Read more... )

[OOM: In which Veronica volunteers to bartend and search for Mike's body, in no particular order.]They don't teach gun flair at the FBI academy, which in Veronica's mind, is a shortcoming of the program ( Read more... )

It's been months since Quinn's seen the door to the Bar, which is a pity. He'd been hoping to fill the Autobot leader in about the new children's drawings in the-

er-

-castle, yes, but all of a sudden he could feel air on his chin, and his clothes were all ( Read more... )

OOM: Here's to evolution.

OOM: When Quinn Abercromby came into the Bar today, he had a problem: the Americans who had come to his castle were back, and there were dragons on their tail. Fortunately, Quinn met someone who could lend a hand.

And in a handful of terrible, glorious moments, everything in Quinn's world changed forever.

The Bar's sense of time and the Landlord's sense of doors have never entirely agreed with Quinn. Doors tend to open for him at the worst possible moments; the restroom, or the rooms upstairs, or any other room not the main bar tends to hold him out of time for days or even weeks at a stretch before returning him to the main flow. His world being ( Read more... )

Quinn has never been a coward. Maybe he hasn't been as gung-ho to take risks as other men might've been, but that's not the same thing. When every day of your life since the age of twelve carries with it the message that something bigger than you, faster than you, and stronger than you is out to kill you and everything you love, that's just plain ( Read more... )

Sometime very, very soon, Quinn is going to have to go home and deal with the worst situation of his life. The dragons were bad enough for the past twenty years, but right now they've got competition: seventy angry, leaderless American soldiers who've just returned from their attempt to reach London and take out the male they thought lived there. ( Read more... )