02 August 2014 @ 10:44 pm
 
OOM: Simon and Ivan find a sort of understanding about what happened with the Arquas.
 
 
 
19 November 2013 @ 07:48 pm
A middle-aged man in a dark, well-tailored suit comes through the door and pauses to scan the room, his eyebrows lifting in mild surprise.

After he finishes taking in the bar and its occupants, he takes another moment to process, lifting a hand to his temples, across his forehead. When he drops the hand, his face has resumed its habitual neutral expression.

He moves to a table by one of the walls, and sits (the better to continue observing the rest of the bar). He didn't expect to find a bar in his study, but he's willing to "see what happens."

[ooc: New mun - be kind! Also, will likely only be on for 2 hours or so tonight, and then slowtimes, so I'd like to wrap/fade what I can.
Update: closed to new threads, thank you all for tagging!]
 
 
31 January 2007 @ 07:53 pm
 
Since he got here, Mark Fossie has definitely not been hiding from his ex-girlfriend. Or her husband. Or any member of her family. It's just that a bar at the end of the universe can be a little overwhelming for a guy, so he figured a low profile was his best bet.

Still, even low-profile guys need a drink.

Thus, we have Mark at the bar with a basket of onion rings. Conversation is welcome; he may even share the food.
 
 
02 January 2007 @ 02:51 am
 
[ooc: soon after this...

Mark Fossie meets Mary Anne's husband, which goes about as well as you'd think.]
 
 
01 January 2007 @ 12:54 am
 
When new arrivals come to Milliways, some get distracted by the variety of patrons. Some can't tear their eyes from the observation window. Others are just blown away by finding a bar in their closet/bathroom/office/whatever.

This young man is looking at none of these.

He's staring at his ex-girlfriend.

Milliways? Meet Mark Fossie.
 
 
31 December 2006 @ 11:50 pm
 
It's getting damn close to midnight and Mary Anne is buzzed in a combination of excitement and alcohol.

Speaking of alcohol, there's plenty of wine left in the bottle at the table where she's sitting (or more acurately, sitting on). Company is very much encouraged.


[ooc: To all my lovely threaders--I must plead slowtime before I fall over asleep at the keyboard. Will catch you all tomorrow. Mwah!]