When Quinn closes the door behind him, he takes two steps into Milliways, pauses, and looks over his shoulder. The look that crosses his face upon seeing that the door is still quite firmly there is summed up best in the word 'damn', and the one that touches his expression when he finds that it's unlocked is summed up in words that can't be used ( Read more... )

Quinn will be going home soon, if he has anything at all to say about it. Bar likes playing tricks with his time stream, it seems. But he figures he's had more than enough respite from the problem of the Americans, and he'd like very much to gather up the medical types he was looking for and bring them back to the castle now. The sooner it's begun ( Read more... )

Jim felt it was a good time to get outside. He had grown used to the constant hum of shipboard life support once again, but was glad he could trade it for sunlight and fresh air. Fresh sea air ( Read more... )

Quinn hasn't tried to go home yet, largely because he's not really looking forward to going home to a castle full of angry Americans and wounded men. He's going to have to go back soon, though, he knows that. So for now, he's come downstairs to check on his posting about medical and healer types, then get an apple (it's going to be years before he ( Read more... )

Faye is wandering around, trying to find something to do. She misses her friends, and wants to figure out how to go home. Being bound, in her opinion, gets boring after a while.

It feels like one of those "what did the character forget to do? why are they reliving their day over and over again?" type books, and frankly, Faye is tired of it.

Mun ( Read more... )

It's been another long day of doing very little. Clark spent a lot of it out in the stables, finally having gotten homesick enough that even though it's not a barn, it was close enough to be comfortable ( Read more... )

Quinn's been thinking for a while, and he's finally come to what he hopes is a reasonable conclusion about his situation. There's a brief, quiet conversation with the Bar, after which he puts up a sign on the message board:

If there are any human or human-looking physicians, medics, or other emergency medical practitioners who are both willing to ( Read more... )

There's a momentary chill in the air as the door opens. The entering figure is somewhat obscured for the moment by the large box of food and medical supplies he's grappling with ( Read more... )

Quinn makes his way down the stairs, rubbing at his face with the heel of one hand. He didn't sleep too well last night, not that that's anything new for him, but when he tried the door somewhere after midnight just to see, he found that the damn thing wouldn't open. So he went back upstairs to see if a lot of bad sleep could take the place of an ( Read more... )

As has been the case previously, Laurence isn't expecting to find himself in Milliways; unlike other times, however, he's not particularly put out by it. He skipped dinner with the other officers tonight, not wanting to be faced with a choice between speaking to Captain Rankin and obviously ignoring an conversational overtures from Captain Rankin, ( Read more... )