There are the first snowflakes in the wind today.

Urquhart is outside, waiting for demon bunnies. He needs about five more pelts.-

The door opens and anyone near might well get a splattering of cold rain because of it. (Gene will not apologise.) A look of relief comes over him and after he's shut the door, he leans on it a moment and closes his eyes. Just a brief moment. Not enough to make him look like a girl or anything.

At least here he doesn't have to keep looking over his ( Read more... )

Moist enjoyed last night with Urquhart, he still doesn't know what the other part of the curse was and its nagging in his thoughts ( Read more... )

[[OOM: Two nights ago, Urquhart's voice returned when he last wanted itUrquhart is sitting in a chair near the fireplace, blowing up long, colourful balloons that smell oddly of different artificial fruit flavours ( Read more... )

Urquhart is hiding in a corner, near the fireplace.

After yesterday's confrontation, he still can't speak ( Read more... )

He'd been expecting this. He hasn't been able to go home (again) because of the state of his face (almost better but not quite) and he hasn't paid any cash money for his room and food...or drinks, which total more than the first two put together. So he just sighs when he gets the note and asks,

'Will this make us even?'

No reply from Bar. He could ( Read more... )

In the aftermath of the fight that happened yesterday, there is a small red fox sniffing with marked interest around the spot where it took place.

There are scents that she knows - some better than others - and, more curiously, some that she doesn't know at all. (Those are the ones receiving a little more attention than the familiar ( Read more... )

It was actually chilly last night.

This is more-than adequate excuse, in Yrael's opinion.

There's a young albino lady in white catnapping, stretched out in front of the fireplace, where a cheerfully crackling fire burns.

Gene has had an eventful few days. He now knows what the inside of the Milliways cells looks like and he's seen a post-apocalyptic wasteland filled with mutants. And killed some of them.

The former of these two things accounts for the clearly pissed off expression on his face; the latter for the apparant stiffness and visible bruise on the side of ( Read more... )

It's never too late to appreciate the beach - or to take advantage of the temporary solitude ( Read more... )