milliways_bar | Jan. 26th, 2007

Jan. 26th, 2007

regrowingpains.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways, Claire took matters into her own hands. Which resulted in her ending up in the hospital, despite her not needing it. But it was worth it to get back at that... that... that thing that might pretend to be human. So, she wrecked his car, with both of them in it.

Then when she went to gloat, he couldn't remember any thing. Not even who he was.

Which might explain why she's backing into the bar in a hospital gown. The gym bag is another story.

She turns around, feeling the pressure of a much bigger space around her. And for once, she actually smiles.

"Ha! Fooled you!"

She strips off the hospital gown, to reveal a very plain t-shirt and jeans underneath. And she tosses her gymbag onto the counter.

"Here, hold onto this for me, just in case. It's nice to not have to buy new clothes everytime I come in in the wrong outfit."

And the bag vanishes.

stbethadettes

(The night after Hero's visit, there's a talk to be had.)

runmakitarun.livejournal.com

Makita walks in from outside to wait for Mel. She'll come in to talk when she's good and ready (Makita hopes). Meanwhile she stops by the bar to get a cup of cocoa and to pick up a bag that Betty left her.

She then orders a couple of large boxes of ration bars. People would ask questions about real food back home, but ration bars are familiar. She takes a dozen trips carrying boxes over to an out of the way booth and begins carefully packing the bag.

When she sees Mel run out the door she shrugs. She'll be back to talk when she's ready.

[ooc: Makita will be leaving the bar, briefly, on Sunday. Through the magic of Millitime you are welcome and encouraged to tag her here any time between now and then. And after, I suppose, if you want.]

futures_of_ash

Rachel had rested, it was obvious. She may not have truly slept, or deeply, but she had rested, erasing many of the shadows about her. A quiet day in Bar...and then Mel had run away.

Her face was mask-like now, carefully sculpted, withdrawn, serene...

And of course she was outside, walking with no set path across the lake, ice crackling and shifting under her feet. She was a good hundred paces from shore when she knelt to scrape snow from the ice, leaving a black, shadowy mirror clear to the slate sky above...and there she sat.

She had things to think about.

[Open to any, but eventual slow]

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Remy was outside again this morning, ~~playing~~ practicing with his explosions.

He was far enough away from the buildings or anything that might potentially be harmed by said explosions, just in case something went haywire. It hadn't yet of course, but as far as he was concerned it was only a matter of time before something did.

He was wearing his coat, and most of the objects he was using for explosions were coming out of the myriad of pockets the coat contained. Marbles, coins, pebbles, you name it, small and potentially a good projectile and it worked for his purposes.

So, to recap, Thief, outside, shiny/noisy.

leftthecradle.livejournal.com

The Ranger walks up to the Bar and places a book on her countertop. He slips a note inside the front cover.

Dear, Danny.

There is more to Anla'shok training than the physical. I believe this would be a good text to start you off on the more intellectual portions. Don't worry. I don't think you will find it too boring.

Your friend,
Loa

"If you would please give Danny this next time you see him, Bar?"

The book vanishes.

"Thank you."

agnes_nitt

Agnes stumbles downstairs after having overslept. (Although, to judge from the circles under her eyes, it would be hard to claim she slept at all.) She scrawls her name on the specials board and plops into a seat on the end of the bar.

Bar offers one of the protein shakes she'd customarily taken to drinking in the morning, but Agnes pushes it away and order a big plate of bacon and eggs instead, which she works on demolishing anytime she's not helping bar patrons.

She's still got an eye out for people who need service, though, so don't let the eating deter you.

unwraith.livejournal.com

[OOM: back in the Pegasus Galaxy, Michael goes to meet his neighbors]
(millitimed to last night)
He'd meant to go wash up, nothing else. Instead he stumbled through the front door.
He couldn't stay long, or they'd notice his absence. Still, a few minutes couldn't hurt. The Aeretans had looked in on him already--and he knew they'd set a guard in the hall outside the 'guest' room.
He went to grab a cup of hot cider, before wandering outdoors.

slayer_fray

[OOM: Mel and Case, um... break up]

She doesn't know why she came to Milliways. She has names to track down, fences to find, a career to save, hot grab in her pocket.

But she also has blood on her hands, splattered all over her shirt, and anger and betrayal burning in her chest and stomach. There's no way she can have a conversation with fences right now.

So she came to Milliways, but doesn't stop. She just strides through the bar and out into the snow, at a quick, irritable pacing gait, looking for something to take it out on.

doc-venkman.livejournal.com

(OOM: Why Venkman Family Reunions Are Always Ugly Ones...)

The Front Door's been slammed open before. Not usually by this one though. Peter stamped his feet into the bar, his green eyes glowing faintly, and likely setting off any PKE meters nearby. (His own on his belt was currently off.) He was still dressed in his coveralls, but had dropped most of his gear in the locker. There were faint traces of ectoplasmic slime in areas, but that mattered little to him at the moment.

He growled something incoherently, with only the words like 'absent SOB' and 'damn fathers' slipping out. He briefly considered a drink, but decided to go for a walk out back. Freezing cold might just be enough to cool him off at this point.

Depending on who you are, he might want a distraction.

gone_byebye

There's an exceptionally geeky Ghostbuster in the Bar, and since he's not wearing eyeglasses of any kind, that sort of cuts down the number of possible candidates. When Ray came in today he was presented with Admiral Kirk's note. While it made him glad to know that Jim had finally gone home, it was still a little disappointing that he'd never gotten the philotic device as far as the testing stage. Ah well; we do what we can.

Right now, what Ray can do is get back to work on the Holtzmann generator design principles. The ones he used back during the Armageddon Clock incident were dangerously unstable, he knows. These new designs are within a hairsbreadth of being safe enough to test, so he's poking at diagrams and schematics in the air above his holocomputer.

Beware. He might answer questions if asked.

sorrowfulmisery.livejournal.com

This... might be something dangerous. The bio weapon has a silver case sitting in front of her. Inside that case is the T-virus and the Anti-virus. Only she has the code to the silver case. But there's something in those blue eyes. Something almost dangerous. She's got a plan... one that may or may not get her killed... again. It can't be determined yet. Whatever it is she has planned... someone might want to either find out or actually stop her.

When involving the T-virus its possible that it can never be good.

nita_callahan

[OOM: In Grand Central Station, Nita meets a colleague and gets some extremely "interesting" news about the Book of Night with Moon.

And we all know what kind of definition "interesting" can have.]

nita_callahan

The door opens and admits Nita, along with a brief sight of one of the Grand Central tracks and associated noise.

She barely gives the bar a glance, heading instead for a booth and pulling out a notebook (apparently from thin air). Flopping onto the bench, she starts flipping through the notebook and finally settles on a few pages.

Her concentration is almost palpable.

undignified

Wes is too tired for specials today. Actually, he's too tired for English today -- when he finally wanders behind the Bar, he writes up Anything with vodka in in Aurebesh before realising what he's doing.

He eyes this thoughtfully, then chalks beneath it in careful English: VODKA.

Simplicity is best, sometimes.

Then he leans on the Bar a little, watches everyone for a second, and says, "Okay, Milliways, what can I getcha? It's never too early for alcohol."

badinlatin

[OOM: Millitimed to Tuesday morning.

Simon and River meet in the kitchen, and Mal joins in time to hear the news. Stability ensues, for the moment.

Just not the kind anyone actually wants.]

bright-burning.livejournal.com

The longer she stays in India, the longer she sleeps in Jack's apartment and decorates the walls and windows, the more Fire feels she's taking from him. And while ordinarily she wouldn't care, this is Jack she's talking about and...well...Jack.

So she's in the bar, sprawled over an armchair and whistling to herself, lighter in hand. Vaguely bored, but then that's nothing new.

She smells of smoke.

Very strongly of smoke.

Almost like she's just been in a fire.

silvia-broome.livejournal.com

What happens when two secretive people talk? A very mundane conversation.

What happens when two secretive people talk again? Another mundane conversation. And thus we have one Sylvia Broome and one James Bond discussing a music education curriculum at a table by the fireplace. Interrupt one, interrupt the other, interrupt both?

slayer_fray

The door opens quietly, and Melaka Fray enters.

Cry, little sister (thou shall not fall)

Twenty year-old Mel Fray, that is, complete with blue and purple hair glued to her head with sweat, and with the not-actually-a scythe, wooden end trailing behind her on the floor.

Come to your brother (thou shall not die)

The powersuit she was wearing when she believed herself to be a gradstudent at law school is torn in many places, and completely soaked down the front with blood that only dried a couple of hours ago.

Unchain me sister (thou shall not fear)

She doesn't look around the bar. She doesn't act surprised when she finds it. She doesn't even acknowledge where she is.

Love is with your brother (thou shall not kill)

She just makes her way through the tables and chairs quietly, finds the stairs to the suites, and disappears up them.

saionjisenpai.livejournal.com

[REVOLUTION: In Three Verses:

LONELY ROAD - NO WAY OUT - GLASS COFFIN

All of these were written by the previous mun; no credit should go to the current player. However, these can / will / may affect Saionji. Or maybe they already have. That's the joy of the Revolutionary Cycle-- it never-- really-- stops.]

Out in the rose garden, one rose falls. A sickly, yellow-green thing, drooping on the stem finally succumbs to gravity and time. It hits the ground with a dull thud -- soft, a little wet; rotted inside.

Somewhere else, in the same garden, a bud -- tightly closed, richly emerald in hue, begins the slow process of unfurling into bloom...

Nothing more, nothing less.

snorkacklover.livejournal.com

Luna’s been busying herself sticking up more posters, and so it’s a little late (and with a little frown) when she makes her way over to the bar and dreamily writes her name on the Specials board- surrounded by little chalk stars, just because.

A plate of toast (lightly buttered) appears on the bar top, and she puts one slice on the floor, ducking down to peer under the tables and chairs, and nibbles on the other with a contemplative expression.

When she isn’t glancing at the floor, she’s keeping an eye on the crowd for any unsuspecting patrons.

henry-jones-jr.livejournal.com

[OOM: The Golden Goddesses, Part 8. In a roller-coaster finale to the idol recovery adventure, Indy and Meg attempt a daring dawn raid on a jungle airfield. Though the Plan is executed well, action-packed chaos still ensues...]

emptiedstreets

"--and you can stick it up your arse, Johnny--"

The Irish wizard stops in mid sentence, blinking bemusedly.

"Didn't know the loos in the Long Hall went here," he says amiably, after a moment or so.

He heads for the bar and a stool.

benloserz.livejournal.com

The door opens, and once more, a certain Benjamin finds himself at the threshold of Milliways.

Only this time, behind him is the hallways of his school.

Hey this place sure is better than physics class! In he comes, and to a booth.

lastczarnian.livejournal.com

The Main Man has entered the building.

About a half hour ago, covered in blood and other organic bits. A good portion of it, his own, but the large grin myst mean not much was left of the other guy.

Anyway, Lobo went upstairs, and presumably showered, since he is back, clean and in clean clothing, in a booth with a cheeseburger or three, and a large mug of ale.

Oh yes, totally botherable, since he is in a very good mood.

allican-do.livejournal.com

(After this.)

It wasn't that Katara thought she was wrong - she didn't. Jet was overreacting, not thinking ahead.

Like he usually did.

It's cold outside, even to Katara in her parka and mittens, but that doesn't keep her in the bar. There's only one person she wants to see and she doesn't think Stephanie would like talking about her conundrum. Not that she wouldn't want to help, but--

...Okay, Jet wasn't right about Katara mothering him, but worrying was entirely different. Really. Promise.

So she's out by the lake, sitting on the bench but, for once, isn't actually bending. She's just watching the snow with her hands in her pockets, slowly fingering the tiny dolls she keeps in them.

He wasn't right. She was trying to help them both.

Really.

cf1.livejournal.com

There is a tall redhead woman sitting by the fire, drinking hot cocoa and watching the flames.

Yes, that simple; she is not doing anything special, so she should be open for conversation.

othercaptjack

So. A man and a traffic cone go into a bar, right?
God save our gracious Queen
"Ow! Warn a guy, Sam!"
Long live our noble Queen!
Another man barges headlong into them from behind, and the joke collapses in a heap on the floor. Captain Jack Harkness picks himself up off the devil and the floor, peering over his shoulder through the open door, then grins and yells, blithely ignoring Sam's expression, which currently rates about a five on the 'run while you still possess legs, mortal' scale.
God save the Queen
"Come on, boys, what's become of her Majesty's fine forces, these days?"
Send her victorious!
"All gone soft," remarks Sam, placing his traffic cone on a nearby table before smirking at the fast-approaching gaggle of infuriated bobbies.
Happy and glorious!
"Absolutely," Jack agrees. "Hey, guys! More exercise! Fewer dumb hats! You'll thank me in a couple of years."
Long to reign over us
And so saying, he slams shut the door, less than a metre ahead of the fastest policeman who boggles at the door that no longer appears to be present in the wall.
God save the Queen!
At the end of time, Jack Harkness and Sam Linnfer turn suspiciously smug smiles on the familiar scene of Milliways.

[OOC: Feel free to tag either Sam or Jack. If neither's specified, be prepared for thread-hijacking by one or the other.

Actually, be prepared for that either way. :D]

vaapadmaster.livejournal.com

Mace comes into the Bar from the House of Arch, done with the work for the day; a cup of tea being obtained, a book having been brought over with him, and a table being selected, he settles for a peaceful evening.

But of course, company is welcome.

the_man_in_the_box

[OOM: Angier's Journal - he's seen Borden's new illusion.]

I can't believe he's done it. He's a dreadful showman, but he has an illusion that audiences love. And I can't figure out how he's done it. I'll have to ask Cutter to come along to a performance.

And I'm back in this - this - pub with the strange people and the window of falling stars.

atanycost.livejournal.com

[OOM: After Mel busts up his face, Jet and Katara have some quality time that turns sour when Jet discovers that his future may be cut short. Katara's choices in these matters do not please him.]

After hitting up bar for a change of clothing, Jet went upstairs, showered and changed, and came downstairs, and wrote down a little list of things for bar. She produced some equipement that was familiar and some that wasn't. A lantern, a heavy duty sleeping bag, a rolled up tent, and a heavy pack. He settled those things down, and then ordered a large dinner and some hot tea to drink, before he settled in at a booth.
I don't want to jump into something that I want and then lose you completely later, if I can just-- be your friend, no matter what happens.
Bad idea to start a journey without some food in your belly -- even if you were just gonna go poke about in the woods rather then, y' know, deal with your problems.
So don't you dare compare trying to kill my brother with me trying to keep you from feeling the way she does because I've watched her hurt!"
Doesn't mean he doesn't constantly get lost in thought, though-- poking at his food as he sits at his booth, moving things around on the plate with his chopsticks.
Jet-- wait!
He doesn't wait to wait anymore. He's not sure what he's waiting for now, anyway-- that's the problem.

foxy-rogue.livejournal.com

Well, here's a very handsome fellow strolling through the front door, whistling light-heartedly as he goes. He has had a very good day, watching the Sherrif comb the forest futilely while he relaxed in an old oak tree.

Of course, it seems his day is suddenly not going very well at all when the empty church he thought he was walking into has turned into a very noisy, very packed, very exposed tavern of sorts, with all kinds of strange people.

"Good heavens..." he mutters to himself, a tad bit in shock.

wellthrownstone.livejournal.com

Garion trots behind the bar, a little behind schedule but that does happen when the Tolnedran embassador once again attempts to get one of those exclusive trade treaties through. It happened regularly, like a storm on the sea, and each time Garion stood as a rock under the onslaught...

Though that wasn't to say he enjoyed it.

The drink specials go up with an absent flick of his hand; he's cheating horribly but he figures that neither Grandfather nor Aunt Pol is there to see him and so he can get away with it. More importantly, the letter from Zakath had arrived (which is what had made the Tolnedran ambassador even more unbearable). That said, depending on what was in the letter, he'd either be hosting a round to celebrate or getting a flagon at the end of his shift for himself.
Drink Specials
Belle Melon
3rd Street Promenade
Blue Cowboy
"What can I get you?"

bard-elan.livejournal.com

Having discussed the idea in this thread, Elan is at a booth with

benloserz, attempting to introduce him to new people.

And to practice said meeting new people, he has cast Silent Image, to create an illusion of a rather pretty lady. Ben does not seem all that confident.

((Elan's trying to grab people to come meet Ben (and if Elan hasn't met them before, him too), so all welcome!))

((Also, some adult language within, due to Ben's canon.))

asar-suti.livejournal.com

There was a violet deity by the fireplace, with coffee, reading a book about magic.

Nothing unusual, really, only not very common, these days. Asar-Suti was often too busy to do much fireplace reading in the public bar any more.

But today, he wasn't.

always-a-liar.livejournal.com

Out of Milliways:

Twenty-Nine: Embarrassing Moments

Thirty: Reprise

Thirty-One: Breakfast in Bed

Thirty-Two: Admissions

In which a number of things that have been inevitable come to pass.

[OOC: Warnings for creepy.]

Current Location: Tackleford, England

thiefprinceremy.livejournal.com

Coming in from outside with Ajedrez on his arm, Remy grinned, steering them both towards a booth, "Much better inside. S'not so cold f'one t'ing."

Because, clearly, that was the worst part about being outside.

http://users.livejournal.com/_mother_dearest/

A rather pretty young woman in a dark silk dress is sipping a cup of hot tea and reading a book. In other words, Lyrae is inna bar.

mandercommander.livejournal.com

And Bonzo is in the Bar. He is...well, he's been having an interesting time of things as of late, and he's currently munching on dinner. And he is totally open to being bothered, if anyone's interested.

is-he-isnt-he.livejournal.com

Benjamin Linus is adjusting well enough to being Bound. After all, Milliways has its advantages--he just doesn't have a great deal of time with which to explore them.

Which is why he's poring over a medical text from the library, trying to figure out just how long he has before he's going to have to start looking around in earnest for neurosurgeons.

fugitivehamster.livejournal.com

Hodges is contemplating the bra hung over the Bar. It's not that he's never seen one, or thinks it's a particularly pretty bra. He just has no idea why it's there, and now that he's noticed it, it's really kind of distracting. He's trying to drink his coffee (who knew Bar could produce Blue Hawaiian?) and read a forensic journal, but his eyes keep flicking back over to the decorative lingerie.

scapepig

[oom: New life, new hope]

Snowball enters through the front door, checking that the dog behind him is sleeping, then makes his way over to the bar and writes a note.

It takes him quite a while.

( Amanda, Asar-Suti, Sansa )

The pig leaves the note with Bar, gets an apple and settles down near the fire. He won't stay long, just enough to get warmed up, before he gets back to beg some more time with the piglets.

aveb-feline.livejournal.com

Mimi.

Bar.

Tea.

Amenable to company.

command_dot_com

After talking Dot out of a case of the perspective jaggies, Bob surprised her again.

With a request for another date, and an offer to show her around the outside of the bar and the lake. It may be winter, but this is Dot's first time seeing how lovely the User World can be with its repeating patterns and organic structure.

Since sprites don't notice the cold as much as Users do, they might stand out a bit. Aside from Dot's ogling of the stars on a clear winter night.

Dot inna black dress-mesh and Bob in his usual handsome armor.

Afterwards they'll head back into the bar.

guppy_sandhu

Guppy is half way through the door when he is grabbed by the arm from behind.
"Doc, doc, I'm dyyying."
"Sir, you are not dying, you are drunk, we already checked that. Will you please let go of my arm and sit down?"
"Oh come on miss, I need resuscitating."
Blink.
Miss?
"Sir, I'm a man, now please, sit down."
The man continues to hold onto his arm. Guppy glances into the bar, wondering if the man is far enough in to see it, then has an idea. He points back through the door.
"Look, a streaker!"
The man turns around, Guppy yoinks his arm free and shuts the door on him very quickly.

Shaking his head with a slight eye roll he makes his way over to the bar and gets a long awaited cup of tea.

Entirely botherable.

action-antihero.livejournal.com

Jack is used to Bar's little surprises by now; or at least he thought he was. But when a book appears next to his usual coffee, he's rather taken aback, not surprisingly. That and a litte nauseuous. He hasn't wanted to see any of the episodes of that show, or read anything about it; living through those events once was enough. At least when he flips the book over and reads the back, it doesn't sound anything like anything that's ever happened to him.

Picking it up as though he expects it to explode, he starts reading, and it doesn't help his confusion. As he sits at the bar, reading, he can't help but wonder where the author got the idea that a) Kim was a tree hugger, and b) he'd let his teenage daughter within a mile of a G8 summit, much less chaperone her at the ensuing protests.

Someone interrupt him before he hurts his brain too badly.

aintaboy.livejournal.com

Smellerbee was tired, and she was grumpy. She and Longshot had walked probably the whole of the lower ring at least twice; it felt like her feet were going to fall off. And in the end they hadn't found one sign of Jet. It was as if he and the men that had arrested him had just vanished into thin air.

Therefore, Smellerbee doesn't notice right off that she's not walking into their shared apartment in Ba Sing Se's lower ring.

However, anyone paying attention might notice a teenager of...undetermined gender walking into the Bar with a rather perturbed look on her face.

mendanddefend_archive

[Millitimed to Tuesday night: Bob tells Dot a little more about Users. Rated A for Angst and B for 'Bob is too uptight to make a move on Dot even though they're SHARING A BEDROOM.']

cheevy.livejournal.com

Tonight in the bar, there is a hippie. Sort of a hippie. He didn't actually get on well with the real hippies. He was too weird for them. But at least he looks the part.
Bring back shadows over here.
He isn't drunk. Imagine that. (Or just come over and witness it.)
Bring back shadows of your face.
He is drawing. Badly. With a thick black marker. His drawing is so bad, it's almost stylistically good, in the way that one supposes certain works by Picasso or modern artists to be good, without fully comprehending why other than that their style, if not comprehensible or even aesthetically pleasing, was at the very least consistent.
We'll make shadow plays,
But he seems to comprehend it. At any rate, he appears to be enjoying it immensely.
We'll dig shallow graves
Or perhaps it's just the smell of the marker.
In my shady, shallow cave.
Either way, he would probably enjoy company.

un_fallen

Raguel's at the bar. He looks surprisingly... rested. He might even have shaved.

Be wary, patrons.

spooky-shrink.livejournal.com

If you should happen to walk by the fireplace, you might notice a psychiatrist fast asleep in one of the chairs. You might at first be concerned that, being asleep, he might slip out of the chair and fall on the floor. But you needn't worry, because the very heavy book resting on his chest is making sure he isn't going anywhere.

Actually, the book has a lot to do with why he's asleep. You would be too if you tried to make your way through, "Studies in Clinical Methodology in the Study of Cardiovascular Disease in Population Centers of Greater Eriador."

Malcolm gave it the best try he could, but this may be the last time he asks Bar for a book at random. Though he certainly knows a lot more about high-cholesterol diets in hobbit communities than he ever thought he would.

tookfoolery.livejournal.com

Despite what the farmers of the Shire may mutter, Meriadoc Brandybuck and Peregrin Took are two thoroughly helpful hobbits.

When the table ran short of biscuits, Merry volunteered their services to fetch more, as it was, after all, Frodo's party (and Bilbo's, even if Bilbo had been gone these past ten years), and Frodo ought to stay with his guests. Pippin, laughing at a particularly good joke of Fatty Bolger's, was not best pleased at being volunteered. He shot his older cousin a look of pure confusion, but obediently followed. Merry explained the plan rather easily: they would fetch the biscuits from the kitchen, and as they were being so helpful, Frodo certainly wouldn't mind if his favorite cousins liberated a pie or two, would he now? Pippin beamed and nodded, for Merry was right, of course, and they tramped through Bag End.

"-- They are simply more succulant and better for cooking, roasting, or plain eating. There's no use arguing it, Pip," Merry declares authoritatively.

"Yes, there is!" says an indignant Pippin. "Tuckborough mushrooms are hardier than Farmer Maggot's, too, and they--" He steps through the doorway into the kitchen and stops short, eyes flying open wide. "... Merry?"

"Yes, Pip?" Merry asks, equally stunned.

Gaping at all the Big Folk, Pippin says, "We're in a tavern."

"... Yes, Pip."

Pippin finally looks back to his cousin, confusion writ large across his face. "... Bag End has a tavern in its kitchen?"

"It does seem so, Pip."

Two curly-headed tweenage hobbits stare at Milliways Bar in awe.

[OOC: As of 2 AM, at least one of us has to sleep. Slowtimes are love! Thank you! :D!]

keyblade-girl.livejournal.com

After several failed attempts, Kairi is back in the Bar.

And she's looking for someone in particular.

yuppie-trash.livejournal.com

[Out of Milliways: Patrick Bateman (psycho-groupie and cocaine-crazy) goes to a Halloween party. Warnings of Blondie song lyrics, a bad pun, blood, and spoilers for Lunar Park]

creator_raven

Raven is sprawled lengthwise on the couch by the fire, feet propped up on one arm.

It does not look entirely comfortable, perhaps, but he seems at ease.

A plate of cookies rests on his stomach, and occasionally he inhales a few.

It's really rather a leisurely pace, for him.

krazyglusurgeon.livejournal.com

Cooper slams the door shut behind him with a sheaf of papers in his hand and flops against the door.

Well. That had gone well.

His men and that git from the lab had barely had the time to unfreeze from time as he ran through, grabbed a load of the note that the git had shown them and run back into the bar.

Because after his LAST jaunt through the supernatural side of suck, there was no way he was trusting a civilian expert without checking him with another civilian expert. Even if that second one was a snot-nosed kid who he didn't trust any farther than he could thrown him.

Thus equiped, however, Cooper sets out in search of said snot-nosed kid...