Hiro has -- made himself comfortable. Sure, by doing so he fell asleep in a boothe, but-- still. The guy's had a long (confusing, squee-filled) day. Still, he woke up to the bustling of bar and began to stumble about, realizing ( Read more... )

The Door opens.

Rather it's shoved open by a dappled, grey nose. Said nose is followed by an equine body...a filly not quite a year old.

"Cai! Come back here!"

The filly whickers playfully and trots quickly into Milliways. There is a mildly irritated man in robes who follows her.

Let's all welcome the Ranger and Cai back, everybody.

OOM: After this conversation with a certain ghost-hybrid, the Ranger returns to the Species Restoration Project and makes his report.

Whistler makes his way out from the general area of the Bar with a very smug expression on his face. He's got a remote control in his hand ( Read more... )

There is a Ranger at a table, observing the show outside the Window.

On the table in front of him is a glass teapot, a steaming kettle, several cups and some little green nodule things.

Company, as always, is appreciated.

And right after that, the Door opened again to admit a tired but relieved at being done with work Ghostbuster. He also had sore fingers. Maria was teething. And he was wondering if there was beaver in the family tree somewhere. A kid should not be able to *eat* a playpen.

He blinked and shielded his eyes at another arrival"Yo buddy, lay off ( Read more... )

The Door...remember it? That fickle fetcher of frenetic friends of fortune ( Read more... )

Cai is sleeping in the stables. Now free from his self-imposed responsibility, the Ranger walks by himself in the moonlight-drenched lakeshore. He feels...itchy. This is his first time Bound, and, although he knows it is for a good cause, the restrictions chafe. Meditation on the slumbering plants, the rippling lakewater and the twinkling stars ( Read more... )

Draco's been around, keeping a low profile to avoid Blodwen as much as possible. Certainly not taking any chances with his Animagus form for the time being. He hoped his ruddier skin, white-blond hair, and Persian styled wizard robes would be enough to hide him some. The dagger was sheathed, and stuck in his mint colored sash, along with his purse ( Read more... )

The Ranger is in the Bar feeding Cai when something makes him nearly drop the bottle. Cai, sensing his reaction, shivers and huddles up against him. After a moment of weathering the blast, he reaches out reassure her.

If only he felt reassured himself.