http://rigthegames.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] rigthegames.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] milliways_bar2006-08-30 02:00 am
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Sands was on the floor on one side of a portal, and now he’s on the floor on the other, hands still poised to tug hopelessly at his now-free leg. Slowly he blinks around at the familiar grounds, and then at his leg, and then back at the grounds again.

“Ah. Milliways.”

And he sags down onto the grass.


[ooc: C'est plotlocked, merci!]

[identity profile] not-one-drop.livejournal.com 2006-08-30 02:49 am (UTC)(link)
"Dinner first."

It's a tired joke and she's almost asleep on her feet anyway, one hand ghosting over his cheekbones, his neck, reassuring herself that he's alive.

She glances back towards Parker, "Wake me in two hours. Can fix what's left, just. Not right now."

Blinks several times, the world sliding in and out of focus.

[identity profile] misterparker.livejournal.com 2006-08-30 02:52 am (UTC)(link)
Parker sits in the only chair he has in the room and watches until he's sure they're asleep. Then he takes all of his weaponry with him and walks out.