milliways_bar | Jun. 26th, 2006

Jun. 26th, 2006

[OOM: Earlier this afternoon, Kaylee runs into Aziraphael outside the stables.

And, entirely elsewhere:

After some conversation and a hot date with some sodium thiopental, Simon finally gets to see River.]

gonna_live

Kaylee's got some plans with her -- hand-drawn, not on a datapad -- when she comes through the lake door. Her head turns -- the note is still up. Good.

When she approaches the bar, she gets two notes, and a plate featuring waffles with syrup (butter pecan and maple both), strawberries, raspberries, hodgeberries, pineapple, and whipped cream. It's just about as big as her head, and she can't help but blink at it -- it's more than she's had to eat in the last thirty-six hours all on its own.

She reads Tom's note, and sniffles; she reads Matilda's, and looks at the waffles, and blinks. Quickly.

And asks quietly for a glass of orange juice -- and notices her tab doesn't change, and there isn't one, and now that she's looking, no other crew member has one, either --

Kaylee doesn't know who to thank. But once she's through eating (the fruit at least, because there's no way she'll be able to finish the whole thing, but with kindness like that she feels obliged to at least try), she'll start on thank-you notes to these two, at least.

Any plans for building anything can wait until later.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

[OOC: Hokay, you know the part where Simon and River have been snatched by scary feds?

This is millitimed to about a week before that. (Crazy plot makes for scattered munbrains sometimes, alas.)

So: OOM: Before the Warren-Washburnes move out of their temporary room in the passenger dorm, River stops by to get a little better acquainted with Naomi.]

giftedthom.livejournal.com

[OOM: Delia and Thom talk. A little.]

gorlim.livejournal.com

Somewhere in the bar, this kilted guy gets up on a table.

"OY! MELKIE THE MAGNIFICENT!"

[ooc: Nope, not locked. Just crack. ^^]

kurosakiboy.livejournal.com

Ichigo doesn't have time to hang around the bar tonight. He enters swiftly, asking Bar for pen and paper. Once he gets it, he scribbles out a quick note. And then erases it. He writes another, erasing and rewriting it many times before finally pausing,thinking carefully, writing a final note and sticking it up on the notice board before leaving the bar. He's got to prepare.

( The Note )

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

Only the finest wine tonight for him, sipped delicately from an elegant glass.

Frost is at a table near the back, looking out over the bar, watching.

Perhaps you.

capt_angie

[ooc: several hours after this. Not plot locked, in any way, shape or form, but please to not be tagging in unless your pup has already met Angelina- tonight is really not the best time to be meeting her for the first time.]

The door to opens and Angelina enters the bar. Her shoulders are slumped forward, her hair half obscuring her face; her eyes are red from crying, her face is streaked from the tears. She hardly seems to see the bar or pay any attention to where she is- she's still in shock from the events of the day.

Angelina wipes her eyes with the back of her hand, and tries to gather herself together by taking several deep breaths, but it's easier said than done.

She moves slowly to the bar and takes a seat before ordering a glass of Firewhiskey in a small voice. It may not be the best idea for her to get drunk, but she doesn't care right now. She just wants to forget, at least for a while.

Current Mood: crushed

aj_crawley

A HEAVY SUMMONS LIES LIKE LEAD UPON ME,
AND YET I WOULD NOT SLEEP.

[OOM: NO REST FOR THE WICKED]

gorlim.livejournal.com

[OOM: Ab uno disce omnes: memento mori. - A domestic scene, a namesake, and a promise, starring Gorlim and Eilinel. Warnings for adult themes and whitetext only a few people in the game will probably understand. The whitetext is a little OOC, but it wanted saying.]

bohemian-mark.livejournal.com

[OOM: I just can't decide, if I should hide or make a wide-open grin... In which Mark and Roger have a brotherly moment. Rated MS for moodslime, and L for laughter.]

latino_menace

OOM: Ramon and Random go on vacation. Starts off happy and smutty and then...AHAHAHAHAHA...isn't.

[OOC: Warning for smut at the beginning and angst after that. Oh dear.]

last_adam

It could be that there's an antichrist eating breakfast at a table in the corner.

...of course, it could be that you're hallucinating. But there's good money riding on the first.

not-one-drop.livejournal.com

Mal's in a thinking mood. Doesn't mean she'd be adverse to company, just means she's perched on a stool and sipping a coffee, seemingly contemplating life, the universe, and everything.

Or, at least, why Orion seems to be assaulting her bare toes.

bloody-awful.livejournal.com

John is in the bar, at the Bar, eating breakfast. Greasy eggs, greasy sausage, greasy toast. Cuppa tea with whiskey in. Cigarettes.

Hanging around his neck by a shoelace is a sign made from a piece of cardboard. Scrawled on it is: "WARNING: WILL FUCK WITH YOUR HEAD (and other body parts)".

oldromansaint.livejournal.com

[OOM: Like a cut on the roof of your mouth- it'd heal, if you'd just stop poking it.]

Santino walked into the bar, looking almost identical to his usual fare. Perhaps something harrowed in the utmost similarity, as if he couldn't make the effort of differing himself.

Perhaps it's just your eyes fooling you. Because here he is, smiling warmly at the bar-at-large. Walking with those careful dancer's steps. Sitting at a table, armed with a glass of water and this time, no book.

There were plenty of empty chairs for company.

jack_inthegreen

[OOM: Jack comes home.]

animation-inc.livejournal.com

The door swings open and a small dark woman steps in. A glance over her shouler as she speaks to someone else for a moment and then as the door swings shut she glances up into the bar.

"Well..shit."

She says with a sigh, and then slowly trudges back to the door. A tug on it and she rolls her eyes. It's confirmed. Turning she heads back to the bar and tugs out her check card. Dropping it on the bar she mutters. "I knew I was gonna have to pay that tab."

Before sitting down at the bar and ordering herself some lunch.

mommywitch.livejournal.com

There's a note at the bar for Gil. That Piper would have left..before she went through the Stargate. That the mun forgot to put up. Because she's forgetful like that.

( oops )

At least she can actually tell her boss where she's going this time.

theravenboy

Back at home, Bran Davies has a brass cup (the school biology prize), a wooden plaque (for excellence in English literature) and four A-levels. He hasn't brought any of these things with him to Milliways tonight; instead, he carries his golden harp and Arthur Pendragon's sword.

http://users.livejournal.com/_estsanatlehi_/

There was a small girl near the fire, wrapped in a blanket and playing with a very tolerant green duck. Squealing with delight over every little thing.

Ana, it seemed, had decided to try something new, it had been a while since she'd been so young, and she'd decided she liked it. Except for the fact that she couldn't reach the bar to get herself breakfast.

But, Duck! Green! Wheee!

scion-of-amber.livejournal.com

[OOM: And Brand comes a'visiting]

faithful-slayer.livejournal.com

Faith comes into the bar in high spirits, dressed casually - she's been training - but still wearing that somewhat ridiculous circlet in her hair. It comes off as soon as she's in the bar, and she goes up to Bar to get a cup of coffee.

This procured, she goes over to read the notice board, and sees Kaylee's note.

The coffee cup drops from suddenly-nerveless fingers, and Faith, staring in pale, wide-eyed horror, doesn't even notice the waitrats that scamper to clean up the mess.

River and Simon. Taken. Her friends - her good friends - in terrible danger.

The horror gives way, slowly, to the cold, killing fury of a very angry Slayer, and she turns on her heel and stalks over to Bar, acquiring paper and pen and writing a very brief note, which will be delivered to whichever member of Serenity's crew happens to come into the bar next.

If I can help, I will. - Faith

Then she gets another drink - whiskey this time - and stalks over to a table with a carefully blank expression on her face.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth's in the bar. She's currently sitting on a couch by the fire with a strawberry milkshake. What's she doing over there, you may wonder? Well, she's watching bar patrons of course. Gone back to a fun old past time.

Feel free to interrupt her staring at will.

not_that_spike

( OOM: By the graves, not in one. Tharsis City, Mars, 2071 )

[Contains end-of-series spoilers for Cowboy Bebop]

antarianmax.livejournal.com

When Max Evans left the Antechamber this morning, something wasn't right.

And that's not to say that the things that usually weren't right had suddenly gotten that way -- there was still a small faction unhappy with his new wife, there were still many laws that weren't quite perfect, there were still plenty of economic issues, and Trillian had blown up a second power coil trying to fix the first one that had gone out in Level B -- but something else wasn't right, and the telepathic part of him that kept a very light touch on Faith was feeling something not quite right.

So he came to Milliways.

And ordered coffee with tabasco, and if you'd like to talk to him after he's talked to his wife, well, here he is.

damn-sunflowers.livejournal.com

It ain't been this damn hot since him and Fuu and Jin went to Ikitsuki Island to find her sunflower dude. That room upstairs, it ain't big enough. So what the hell, there's a whole outside here and a lake and all that shit. When he checks TAB BOARD there's some numbers again by his name, but that don't worry him: he has more gold coins. So long as the food keeps coming when he asks for it, Mugen ain't got a whole lot of worries. Pushing open the door to the back, he has to narrow his eyes against the light. But that's okay. It ain't like the day can keep him in one place and that lake, it looks real inviting. Even if it got no resemblance to a hot spring.

burned-them-all.livejournal.com

Gwendolyn, since she's decided to stick with the university student guise, is settled into a booth with a latte and several books on Medieval Europe. A closer look would reveal that the majority focus on the history of France.

Her expression ranges from scowling at the falsely recorded information, to near laughter at the truly absurd. You can feel free to interrupt, however. She doesn't really need to study.

gone_byebye

[OOM: Back in his world, Ray gets a wake-up call.

No, literally.]

precocioustilda.livejournal.com

Having a surfeit of cheap origami paper and not much else to do with it, Matilda is sitting by the fireplace folding cranes and tossing them in. They aren't in any pretty colours for once; the paper she's using is a blank and unassuming white.

As usual, she is feeling friendly and would welcome conversation.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

Bonzo and Dooku have yet another Chat /a>

gotham-knocking.livejournal.com

Knox stumbles into the Bar, soaking wet. He drapes his coat over a chair, and orders a coffee. Nothing like Gotham weather to spread cheer.

Come say hi.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Patrons would be forgiven for giving Jack a double-take today, or for approaching, thinking he was someone other than himself; namely, someone from Serenity's world. He looks like he's been filching from Malcolm Reynolds' wardrobe: dark blue cotton shirt, khaki-coloured pants tucked into tall, dark brown leather boots, black suspenders and a tan suede duster flung over one of the other chairs. All of it is worn and dusty with a few patched holes here and there, looking like it had gone most of the way across the universe and back.

He wouldn't have dressed in preparation for the recon job Mal had asked him about quite this early, but then the bar hadn't given him many other options in his closet, and at least this way he'll be ready to go when then summons comes. Until then, he's seated in the bar, sipping a cup of coffee and reading his world's current issue of the Globe and Mail.

[ooc: Back from dinner--go ahead and tag! Will be hopping out around 8 or 9 for an hour but otherwise will be around all evening.]

gone_byebye

The door swings open, briefly revealing the brick wall of the building across the alley from Hook and Ladder No. 8 before Ray closes it behind him. "Okay, now, that's just too cool a view for words," he says to no one in particular. "Coming back in, I mean."

Apparently satisfied by this pronouncement, he heads over towards the Bar to deposit a sack of payment the size of his head and grab himself some lunch before settling down at one of the tables. He's going to be fooling with his holocomputer for a while- there's horribly complicated equations that need his attention- but would be amenable to conversation.

(It might or might not be noteworthy that he's apparently reacquired his 'sabre, because for once he's got it hanging from his belt instead of jammed in a really big pocket.)

cuttingslack.livejournal.com

Aaaand probably she should've gotten up and done this a while ago, but now there's a Slack sliding down the bannister, backpack full of granola, leather jacket on, wounds patched up.

She stops at Bar, orders her usual packet of painkiller, offers her condolences on the breakup (because she knows how these things can be, she does), and gets to leaving a customary ( note ) for Sir Apropos, Sheila & Ash & Jay Williams, Random of Amber & Ramon Salazar and the blanket 'anyone who cares,' then steps out the door.

Prince Edward Islands in a Land Without Central Heating.

It's cold.

button-masher.livejournal.com

Door slams closed. In walks Tycho Brahe, with blood all over his jumper.

He doesn't seem to be very concerned about it. A smoking gun hangs limply from his fingers. He walks over to bar and grabs a beer.

Life doesn't seem to be too bad for Tycho.

{ooc: bah! okay, canon-puncturing rules apply. ping tycho hates gabe if you want to talk about it. :D}

teach-them-all.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Mesaana and Lanfear hold a meeting, verbal bitchslapping ensues but nonetheless many interesting revelations are made.

gonna_live

Two notes:

( Tom Riddle )

( Matilda Wormwood )

And once they're left with Bar, Kaylee looks around. No Antigone. Good.

One more note appears -- this one from Faith; it earns a tremulous smile, and she tucks it in a pocket.

She sits at a table with a cup of tea, and nothing else. Her fingers absently worry at Simon's ring; she has yet to take it off.

shadowsusannah.livejournal.com

[OOC: OOM:

Interlude: White Plains]

beyond-therest.livejournal.com

Usually I don't really go out during the summer. A lot of girls go out to the beach or to an amusement park or something. I stay inside and read books, listen to music, smoke an obscene amount of cigarettes, and only really eat those cheap ice pops you get at the supermarket that are 100 for $1.99. However, I suddenly have the urge to swim. It was the only sport I had actually tried in high school, so maybe it's not that much of a stretch. I won't lie to you. I wasn't great, but I got from one end of the pool to the other.

Anyways, I'm sitting out by the lake. Currently, just hanging out and having a cigarette, but planning on cooling off in a little bit.

Come bother.

boundxkitty

Elizabeth moves to the bar and gets some paper and a pen. After writing out the note she leaves it with the bar.

( Note for Jason )

agent-eppes.livejournal.com

Don was attempting a sting entry when suddenly he re-enters Milliways. The bar was just as busy as ever and Don was stunned. He spent a week just trying to get back but unexpectedly he returned.

Wanting to welcome him back?

Current Location: Milliways - main bar

almost-arabian.livejournal.com

Lawrence, for the past hour or so, has been sitting on the couch with a book perched in one hand, glasses on the end of his nose in order to read faster.

On the opposite thigh happens to be one Tom Jones, cuddled up against him and assumingly listening to the book, as he is reading out loud.

They look awfully comfortable.

mollyprewett.livejournal.com

[[OOM: In 1969 Hogwarts, Molly watches her world change.

Some weeks later, she feels compelled to make a promise to Arthur that she knows will do no good.]]

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Largely unaware of the plotting of the other Chosen, Ishamael and Shelley's vacation is still all fruity drinks, kittens, and denial.

apwb-d.livejournal.com

OOM: ( Charlie Weasley and Remus Lupin investigate the possible site of a Horcrux )

Written by Nny

collects_ears

Just when you thought there was no bartender... one happens to appear.

This one in particular, is a fellow by the name of George Cooper.

If you know him, come and order something.

If you don't.. come order something!

"Tonight's drinks are Temptress, Tequilla Twilight, Triad and Tweaked."

dragonofgrey.livejournal.com

Draco in the bar, Persian styled wizard robes. Similiar cuisine again. Seemed to going over notes on parchment scrolls while he ate.

Distractions may or may not be wanted, but bother him anyway.

necessary_child

[OOM: Sam and his brother have a chat.]

Shortly afterwards, the Bearer of Light strolls into the bar, hands in pockets and grinning to himself. He orders dinner and sits at his usual table with a good view of the bar. He's looking for a certain small genius, but he'll be more than happy to chat to anyone else until he spots her.

sheila-nagig.livejournal.com

She's dancing and singing, iPod headphones disappearing under an old Yankees shirt, her hair tied at the nape of her neck. She actually looks like she might have been dusting - judging by the cloth and the bottle of furniture polish in her hand - before she arrived.

And it takes her a moment to open her eyes, to look over the bar, and go, "....huh?"

iPod is switched off, headphones tucked into the pocket of her frayed jeans, and she shakes her head.

"Try for long enough to get someplace and you can't and you'll let me in when I'm looking like this?"

Rolling her eyes, she slips up onto a stool and orders a mint julep. Hey, she's here now, she might as well enjoy herself.

Current Mood: chipper

politestpirate.livejournal.com

Now, there is a new aspect to the plans being worked upon. After spending most of the day working on leveling some of the area far out back for the ship yard, now Wellard is in the bar, working on something else on a table. One set of plans, based on the others, and worked down to scale, are with all the needed materials to build a model of the flying ship.

Wellard will point out that it is not a toy- but a test model. Really.

milkbonesoldier.livejournal.com

Wells comes down the stairs with a slim black case and a rather larger one done in dull matte olive. He stashes both of these at an easily visible table before tacking up a sign on the message board:

Will all those who volunteered their assistance to Sgt. Harry Wells please see him this evening about the mission to his world?

He signs it, nods once in satisfaction, and goes back to his seat.

(OOC: Gathering-in post for the Island of Gratuitous Mayhem plot people, but he's open for RP with other people while he waits.)

gabriel_tam

It's late, on Londinium. He hasn't bothered to look at any of the clocks that show the hour on a variety of worlds. All Gabriel cares about is that it's somewhere in the darkened hours of the night here, with the dawn still too far away.

Over the past two days, they've discovered that this is the worst time-- when the circadian rhythms of various institutions in a number of locations overlap into that period known as 'outside business hours.' It means that there's nothing to do but wait... and think.

Crowley locked himself in another room several hours past, muttering under his breath about connections. Regan has finally gone to try to get a few hours of rest, if at all possible. Gabriel knows better than even to try. Whenever he closes his eyes he sees the too-bright, featureless room of his nightmares, with River and Simon trapped inside, and so he's given up the attempt.

Instead, he's prowling back and forth across the common room, trying to think of something else that he can do while he waits for the sun to rise, someone else he can contact, anyone who might be able to help, anything at all that he can do--

He almost doesn't notice, at first, that he's walked through the front door to Milliways instead of the archway to the kitchen. When he does, the temptation is strong to turn and go right back, but there are still a number of hours to wait through before daylight.

Gabriel scrubs a shaking hand over his face and heads for the bar in search of the strongest coffee he can obtain.

rebelheartalien.livejournal.com

After talking with Max and Faith, after he watches them both go home, Michael is still in the bar. He's still a little shaken from the unwelcome but necessary reminder of the White Room, and... he needs to get some balance back before he goes back to home and work and family.

Just for a little while.

tragic_mask

Melpomene's leaning against the arm of a plushy chair, legs stretched out. Looking keenly into the fire.

She looks like she's waiting for something. That doesn't mean she can't be talked to. Or given a cigarette.

dragon_twin

[OOM: After arriving in Wales, Melou makes a little visit.]

badinlatin

Mal enters the bar, with a look of flat determination on his face; a man with a goal.

He sees Jack Bauer before Ace; Ace poked him in the shoulder to get his attention mid-wry commentary on Jack's choice of garments, no matter how appropriate they actually are.

Ace leaves a note for Raven - she says it's to tell him to not eat all the cookies while she's away - and the trio leaves as Mal opens the door to Serenity's bridge.

There's work to be done.

[ooc: exit post. Stay tuned, folken.]

namo

He is bothered.

He has been bothered for most of the day.

He isn't likely to tell you why he is bothered, because he doesn't like why he's bothered.

But, if you are looking for a drinking partner, this is your guy.

There are two empty and one half-empty bottle, and his glass is only a quarter full.

Námo isn't drop down drunk, but he is trying.

[OOC: All threads to be Millitimed after Mary Anne's please. ^^]

undignified

Wes (in orange flightsuit) wanders in, stops when he realises where he is, and gives an exaggerated mock sigh.

"Well, nice having a proper 'fresher while it lasted."
Apart from the other night, of course.
He does not seem at all put out really, though. Seems like a reasonable time for an Oreo milkshake, then!

http://users.livejournal.com/_to_the_bone/

He had cried very bitterly and for a long time.

But now the times for such things were over, and there's only a tired and slightly bedraggled looking Jack, seated at a booth. He considers himself too old to hide under tables any more.

Even if he looks like he wants to.

gone_byebye

Somewhere along the way Ray lost all track of time today; he was too fascinated by the equations he had to correct to bother noticing little things like time of day, the desire to eat, or anything else of that nature. Eventually he remembered, of course- even his stomach can't be put on hold forever- and that reminded him of something else he wanted to do.

He's out back now, down by the lake, doing something he hasn't done for a long, long time: trying like hell not to get zapped senseless by the training remote.

It makes him happier than he can really express in words. Just assume the 'sabre noise is equivalent to 'squee!', and you'll be close enough.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

Sleepless with hooded eyes. He did not expect to appear in the bar, dressed in his (Nordstrom kimono robe, a classic wrap robe in soft cotton, cut fuller in the sleeves for a more refined appearance) robe. His kitchen (all of that stainless steel) had been his intention.

Impassive, he settled. A booth and a bottle of Kryddat Brännvin, a Swedish vodka flavored with licorice root, so cold it could have been plucked from an ice floe floating in the Artic sea. So cold, delicious.

watching_you

Veronica's at a table in the bar, playing penny hockey.

...Which largely involves flicking coins around.

Ask her nicely and she'll explain the rules.

twoeyesonthesky.livejournal.com

Time's a funny thing around Milliways. Quinn's almost sure today is a day and a half after he put up that sign about three days- oh, well, no harm done. As long as he doesn't walk outside and vanish, anyway.

But he's going home this week and bringing all the offerings with him, so in the meantime he's getting what he figures may well be his very last cup of proper coffee, ever, and sitting with it by the fire.

righthandwoman.livejournal.com

There's information-gathering work being done tonight by a group of people that does not include Zoe.

This is, of course, something she knew she was going to have to expect as part of the new-mom package.

That, of course, does not make just sitting here any more fun.

So, she doesn't look particularly happy as she sits at a table with Naomi in her lap and a mug of coffee nearby, but then, not looking particularly happy is a bit of a trend among Serenity's crew lately.

kayip.livejournal.com

Behrooz is in the bar, sitting at a table and looking like he's reading... something. Or staring into space. It's not really clear.

And he's been around the whole time.

Really. Not gone for a month at all.

Um, feel free to say something if those blank, yellow eyes get kind of creepy.

http://users.livejournal.com/_clearly_penny_/

[OOC: Penelope gets some bad news. Call it incontrovertible proof of the interconnectedness of mankind.]

The door opens to reveal a relieved-looking young lady with a very large bag and a small brown owl perched on her arm.

If you watch closely, you'll see that she's not so relieved; there are not-quite-dried tear stains on her cheeks, and she's walking more carefully than she needs to.

Penelope quickly finds a chair, curls up in it, prays that Telemachus doesn't decide to eat one of the waitrats-- and thinks that maybe Milliways wasn't such a brilliant idea tonight.

It may be safer than home; but you can't cry.

gonna_live

[OOM: Tonight, it's all about procedure. Eggs come first, this morning on Serenity. And this afternoon, Inara violates procedure, a little, when she sends a wave.

Elsewhere, River undergoes a procedure, and Simon gets to watch.

And not too far away from the Tam siblings, a low-grade Alliance officer gets new procedural orders, and then promptly violates them in the presence of Mal Reynolds, Jack Bauer, and Ace.]

mogget_cat

*There is an Yrael at the piano, tonight. His song tonight is a singularly delicate-sounding piece, weighted with sorrow and the sense of terrible loss. When the chords and melody do quicken and rise, they are cries of anguish, tearstained prayers to a listener's ears. The little pauses in the melody are the ragged inhalation before the weeping sobs pull one back down.*

*He plays with his eyes closed, a neutral look on his face as he listens to the bar room and its people.*

lethe-forgets.livejournal.com

There is a nymph sprawled out upside down on one of the couches, long legs hooked over the back and curls tangled and tumbling toward the floor.

She is rather torn between – tired and angry and miserable and exhausted – and her head is terribly, awfully dizzy with all of it.

It is, perhaps, rather fitting that things are beginning to make more sense from this angle.

latino_menace

OOM: The day after Random talks about leaving, Ramon goes for a drink.

princeinexile

[OOM: Warm Pillow; after love comes discussion. Zuko and Stephanie's idle pillow talk turns serious.

Millitimed to sometime before this.]

skjaldmeyjar.livejournal.com

Archie and Svava are due back tommorrow, however-

[OOM: They don't spend all their time in bed.]

Dated to sometime while on their honeymoon.

ss-potions.livejournal.com

[OOC: After the events of yesterday, Dumbledore and Snape take stock.]

underwater-owl.livejournal.com

[oom: In which Random and Ramon further discuss certain grim possibilities and go in circles for a little while before they decide touch is easier than words for the time being. Adult situations, warnings do apply.]