Seymour Krelborn, a young man with mussed up brown hair and one lens of his glasses cracked, is at a table. He's cutting out articles from his pile of newspapers. Many of these newspapers have spilled onto the floor around the table, because Seymour doesn't care for things like 'keeping his work area tidy' or 'possibly interfering with other bar ( Read more... )

[pre-Milliways: In which Phong completely fails to help.]

Bob storms into the bar, snaps out an order for a strong drink, and takes it over to a corner booth to sulk.

This is not shaping up to be a good week. First his sister shows up in Milliways--which by all accounts should be a good thing, except that Dot doesn't seem to remember that Lisa ( Read more... )

Well folken.

It would appear as though someone has given a small child, with a tail, some Chocolate Frosted Sugar Bombs ( Read more... )

"Um, yeah, I need newspapers. From my universe, 1962 to 1963, American, the big name ones. ...If there are any ( Read more... )

Sarah Jane isn't exactly feeling a hundred percent when she comes downstairs today. She's tired and those flipping cramps in her belly won't go away. For a few moments, she considered staying upstairs and forcing James to wait on her all day. But she has invitations to deliver. It won't do to disappoint Allana.

She drops them off with Bar and ( Read more... )

It would be difficult to express in words just how long of a week it has been for Annie Wells, and the week isn't even remotely over yet. At least the door to Milliways still works reliably, and they do a good cuppa here even if she'd really rather bring her own biscuits. Which she does, because honestly, who's going to stop her? In the interests ( Read more... )

"Someone show me a way to get outta here....'Cuz I constantly pray I'll get outta here ( Read more... )

Sariel's door doesn't open with the customary hiss, this time. It swings, like most doors tend to, and there's a blast of humid tropical warmth and the sound of faint music accompanying the curly head leaning round the frame. "I'll be right there, Mama, just give me a ( Read more... )

Seymour has been around. Searching for his fiance. Not finding his fiance anywhere he looked or whenever he asked.

There comes a time when you have to start considering the possibility that she's just not hereSeymour is considering that possibility. He's downstairs by the Observation Window, feet up on the table he's sitting at, intent on watching ( Read more... )

Brennan had meant to get these bones cataloged earlier. But she had gone over to the diner to grab a sandwich to go, and had wound up running into Sully. Before she knew it, over an hour had gone by ( Read more... )