Sally's never been a big believer in holidays ( Read more... )

The calendars in Dinah's world and Milliways have once again become roughly aligned - but that doesn't mean she's particularly aware that Hallowe'en is on its way, because this time, she's not exposed to the massive marketing that hits the streets in Gotham. In Japan, they have the festival of friendly ghosts, which she's looking forward to ( Read more... )

Enter a young Sally Jupiter. She's not in costume today - really, the city's been pretty quiet, and any stirrings that do happen seem to be abruptly silenced by whoever gets to it first. Lately, that's been Eddie - or Hollis, even. She's almost tempted to wonder if they're competing, but that begs the question of what they're competing for, and ( Read more... )

At the door, leaning on the frame, stands a man (he may be a teenager, but what he's seen, what he's done - he no longer fits the definition of boy) in a yellow boiler suit. Spirals of smoke rise from the cigar clamped in a too-friendly smile, the dark mask framing his eyes well-matching his slicked black hair and mustache.

One ankle is crossed over ( Read more... )

Sometimes I'm right, sometimes I'm wrong
But he doesn't care, he'll string along
He loves me so, that funny honey of mine

Sounds like someone's found the evil karaoke machine.

And of course, for imagery's sake, she's still got her costume donned as she slinks around.

(Thankfully, her singing voice isn't half-bad.)

Sometimes I'm down, sometimes ( Read more... )

In some worlds the people are celebrating their free elections. They might be happy their candidate won, or soothing the wounds that come with losing ( Read more... )

Mai pauses as she opens the door to find Milliways.

This place again.

Well, she's here. And the tea is good. She might as well stick around.

Which means that a few minutes later she's sitting at a table out of the way with a teapot and a single glass. She is neither expecting nor inviting company.

(But don't let that stop you!)

"... and my deep gratitude!" Teja nods good-bye through the door, then steps fully into the bar, and closes the door ( Read more... )

Trading off with Teja has been interesting -- especially with Teja's forge cats. Zuko is a dog sort of guy (no pun intended; he was once a wolf man, too) so he's not really fond of those things. They're okay, they're just not his ideal companion. But they might grow on them, if they came anywhere near him ( Read more... )

The door does not blow off it's hinges.

That would be, in a word, gauche.There is the faint waft of smoke up from the bottom of it however, before it swings open and a young woman (barely more than a girl but still dressed neck to toe in armor fit for war) steps through. Her sharp aristocratic features might bear a familial resemblance to someone ( Read more... )