26 January 2005 @ 12:38 am
[OOC: "It's about choice."]

It's quiet a moment.

Just a moment, because the next, a group of people fall through the door of Milliways; arms and legs akimbo, as though thrown by a giant hand.

And when they disentangle, they're looking around; looking at each other.

David sees faces of friends and that's all:

Liam, trying not to look as though he's trying not to fall apart, David can tell, but he has the fierce determination in his eyes that says he's not going to cry - and he's not; Lochiel, who just looks... blank. Face entirely void of emotion; Gil, who gives a look to David that reminds David of the look animals give predators: the kind of look that girls gave the darkness when people collected water in skins to take to their mud huts.

And one by one, they move into the interior.

Gil darts to the kitchen as soon as he's free, and David almost moves to catch him.

But better to be left alone than to be annoyed and be thrown out, and he can't go after him anyway. He wouldn't be Allowed.

And he looks back at the other two.

One soul for the price of five.

"Well, we're back."
Current Mood: blank
25 January 2005 @ 05:07 pm
[ooc: Out of Milliways]

There was a body upstairs, kept in a stasis field.

There isn't, anymore.
24 January 2005 @ 05:58 pm
[OOC: David's Purgatory]
Current Mood: blank
24 January 2005 @ 01:48 pm
[ooc: Bartleby in Purgatory]
23 January 2005 @ 05:33 pm
Richard and Armand step in through the front door. They're each dressed warmly and carrying a backpack. Richard spots Tom and waves him over.
Current Mood: determined
22 January 2005 @ 08:20 pm
[ooc: Pre-Milliways]

Bartleby looks tired and dazed and white when he walks into the bar. He heads to a bar stool, and finds coffee on the Bar's surface, steaming hot, before he even sits down. He pats the Bar, very gently, and sinks onto the stool, hunching his shoulders and wrapping his hands around the mug to stop them shaking so much. His eyes are very, very dark.
22 January 2005 @ 12:37 am
[ooc: Charlie's dead]

The bar door opens, and Bartleby standing in it, holding a limp, blonde body in his arms. There's a heavily pregnant woman leaning against him, and when the door opens she gives a small cry and begins to slump to the floor. Bartleby can't catch her - he's cradling Charlie's corpse.

He looks around hopelessly.