There was a period of time in which Madolyn thought the door wouldn't come back, and it had all been a weird dream of some sort. A dream that didn't explain a lot of what had been carried back into her own world. Needless to say, there's a certain amount of relief on her face as she comes into Milliways today. She heads straight for the bar, ( Read more... )

Marian is a little singularly focused these days.

You would be, too, if you were waiting to see whether you were getting married to the wrong man or not tomorrow. Especially when tomorrow in your world seems possibly weeks away in Milliways ( Read more... )

Atton is out back, shoes and shirt discarded at the bottom of a nearby tree, punching the remains of a man made of straw and wood and punching bags. It wasn't a particularly realistic man to start with, and by now it's so mangled that it doesn't really look that much like a human ( Read more... )

As some of the patrons are aware, the walls of the bar move. It is that knowledge, more than anything, that the walls are literally closing in on him that drives Ryan outside when the full moon is near. It has to do with an incident that happened his first moon here. He hasn't forgiven Andrew Wells for that.

He will never forgive Andrew Wells for ( Read more... )

Jed's in the bar tonight.

He's in a corner booth, trying to stay out of sight for the moment. There's a pot of hot water, two cups, and a box of looseleaf tea, which have most of his attention.
But not all!

[OOC: You know when your life sucks.

Sometimes to remind you just how much your life sucks, they throw in a festival.

But instead of getting a nifty, neat episodic conclusion, Marian found The Door. Which meant returning to work in the House of Arch for Little Lady Ingress. Which ended of course, naturally and normally. But almost produced a ( Read more... )

What does one do when one finds oneself at a strange tavern where the world ends? If you are Marlowe, you...well, first of all you collapse in a drunken slump in the first bed that you find, and then, once you wake up and your head stops feeling as if it is going to split open, you keep to yourself. You bathe and find new clothes, so you don't ( Read more... )

Jack Frost stumbles into the bar, fresh from Nepal and looking like he's never ever been happier in his entire life.

All he needs is some food to bring back.

But he can stand to get a drink of fresh water, first.

Random is folded into an armchair, looking still extremely irritable, turning the pages of his newspaper with vehemence, failing utterly to do more than look at the words.

One of the smaller perks of Harry Wells' condition is that he doesn't need much light to see by. It doesn't really matter that it's getting dark out by most of the lake. He can still navigate, even at full speed- and full speed is what he's doing right now, as he's working towards beating his sub-four-minute-mile time of a few months ago. Tonight ( Read more... )