It's been a while since he's been here. Ages, feels like. Worlds could've been born and died out in the time.

(He has a flair for the dramatic when it comes to his inner monologues. Forgive him.)

But nothing, nothing, nothing prepared him for being here now. He expected angels and halos and things. Or maybe ice or fire or whatever Hell might ( Read more... )

Seymour is eating a grapefruit and drinking coffee at a table near the Observation Window. One lense of his glasses is still cracked, but at least he's wearing an oatmeal brown shirt and brown corduroys. He looks around the bar every few seconds. Never know who you might find ( Read more... )

Belar ambles in from somewhere in Mongolia (a quick looker may well spot the young men of the local Dorbed clan behind him practicing the country's traditional archery, though they're dressed in mostly-Western clothing) and lays a hand on the Bar. "Sweetheart, I'm in a really nostalgic mood today. There was this one brewer back on Gara about... oh ( Read more... )

Standard lunch break procedures: newspaper, coffee, table, very nice suit.

Today, a slight variation: coffee, table, paperwork in a manila folder, very nice suit. And a bagel. Any bets on how likely it is that Bond will divulge the contents of said manila folder?

The white woman and her pack of fleethounds is once again taking the air outside. The sight of ten hunting dogs, even if seven of them are untried puppies, running together is an impressive sight. The woman running at the front of the pack is no less impressive; she exceeds the speed of the dogs with an easy grace ( Read more... )

Gibbs didn't sleep too well last night. Did he really hear all the werewolves out there? Or was it his imagination? Just knowing that they were out there...it's enough to give even a hardened pirate the creeps, isn't it ( Read more... )

The Door opens. Seymour staggers through. He smells of rotting meat, wears a dirt-stained navy blue suit and matching tie, and has no glasses. The Door closes immediately behind him - but there's the impression that wherever he was coming from was very dark ( Read more... )

[Out of Milliways:

Seymour proposes to his gal.

He makes preparations for his happy ending.

It does not go as planned.

Seymour wants to end it all before he realizes what's at stake.

The story ends as it began, through song. ]

Two nights ago, Will met a rather strange fellow and there was a disagreement, in the cells, Belle got angry, Zhaan was helpful, Harry Wells got annoyed, and Will and John Adams talked of fightsWill's out again with a bandage on his left eye, one on his thigh, his knuckles still wrapped and sitting in a comfy chair by the fire with a pot of tea, a ( Read more... )

Life has been absolutely wonderful to Sarah Jane of late. She's writing, travelling, engaged and none of it seems to contradict the other. It's better than she could have ever imagined it being, which is why every little moment counts ( Read more... )