[Earlier: Axel provides transportation for a certain Time Lord in need, the Heartless really like certain parts of Gallifreyan anatomy, someone has a new toy, and a TARDIS is returned to it's *cough* owner]There is a sound that some might now, a sort of wooshing swooshing noise that heralds the materialization of strange mirrored pyramid at the ( Read more... )

The sun is bright outside, but not very warm, anymore. Neither is the breeze coming off the mountains.

There's a faint scowl on Axel's face; this might be the last time he's outside until the weather warms up again, because while his coat is plenty warm enough (for now, anyway), it doesn't mean he likes cold weather.

Still, the sun is nice.

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Garion's in for bartending, as per usual. There are some drinks up as well, specials though he'll probably discount you most anything if you're friendly enough (when a king bartends, every hour is happy hour).
SPECIALS
Firefly
Watermelon
Earthquake
Airhead

If you care to notice, there's also a sedate sort of wizard looking a little worried as ( Read more... )

She'd completed the temporal mechanism (even if it was looking as if she wouldn't need it after all) but for the moment, that was more of a problem than a help ( Read more... )

One gloved hand rests on the window, as Axel looks out, gazing impassively at The End.

It's rather unusual for him to be doing it, but it's raining outside, and that's spoiled his plans for the evening. So instead of sulking by the fire, he's staring out into the violent, explosive vacuum.

He wonders if it's cold out there, or hot.

Sam is a pissy little bitch when he can't find answers, and Dean's a pissy little bitch when people he likes get fucked up by bastards.

And since punching the wall only netted him bloody knuckles, and Dean doesn't really wanna smother Sammy with a pillow, he's decided it's time for a drink ( Read more... )

In the end, everything works out, more or less. He doesn't have his sanity, no, but a man can get by without that. What's important is that he's got his ship again-- and a beauty she is, all black with black sails that stand out boldly against the blue Caribbean sky.

(And if most men would be worried about the deal he'd made to get the Black ( Read more... )

As such, she's enjoying a fruit cup (of all things) in one of the booths as she works on repairing the 'adjustments' Arbitus had made to the temporal circuitry she's been planning to attach to their 'vessel'. She almost might have been better to start from scratch with all that he'd done; he was a relatively competent engineer (and one with a ( Read more... )

It's coming from the woman who's just walked through the door, the woman dressed all in red and holding what looks like some sort of complex mechanism ( Read more... )