[OOM: After a hard evening with a young Miniver, Toki returns to Mordhaus and has an evening of musical bonding with a much older version of the hippie. Typical cuteness ensues. Millitimed to like... 3 days ago, because Miniver's mun is a flake.]

Charles Foster Ofdensen crossed from his room into Milliway's.

It was busy, but he managed to find a lone seat at the bar.  The bartender on duty was not one he knew, but then, he hadn't been here for a very long while.  He placed an order for a drink and waited without looking around.  He was tired and just wanted to relax away from the band, ( Read more... )

Squee-ful, Happy Toki innabar.

Short EP is short.

Also untaggable. He'll be bouncing around and saying hi to others.

Momiji's back in the Bar, tonight, sprawled out on the floor in front of the fire. His legs are kicked up a little, showing off his stockinged feet, but his attention is focused on the long sheets of paper set out right before his face ( Read more... )

Another Yoga icon means more Toki time.

So there's a rhythm guitarist on a Yoga mat in front of the fireplace, doing precisely what the icon indicates.

This may or may not be a good time to sneak up on him.

It always comes back to money ( Read more... )

[OOM: In Washington, President Winston sorts through the aftermath of the Magnetic Polar Incident and comes to a conclusion.]

Ray isn't actually covered in slime as he trundles into the Bar today. He just looks like he feels that way. As he approaches the Bar he says, "Bar? Can I have today's paper and a lot of orange juice, please? And a bunch of ( Read more... )

Since the pup was whining at the mun for the past week, even going so far as to post in dear_mun about it...

HERE'S A TOKI.

Toki was really rather not doing much lately, just working as he always did on his model planes and getting snarked at by his comrades. It wasn't all good, however, or even all that great.

There'd been a secret that he'd stumbled ( Read more... )

"wwwhhhhheeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEeeeeeeee!!!!!That is an approximation of the sound that comes from the Door as it is flung open. The manic squeal of glee is accompanied by shouting peppered with ample obscenities, and through the door come three figures ( Read more... )

He might not be in his spikes and leather and festooned with blood and a flamethrower, but don't let appearances fool you.
Toki Wartooth is NOT a happy camper.
But then again, who would be a happy camper after spending five hours in a recording studio with the world's biggest perfectionist and two of the most annoying members of any band in the world ( Read more... )