Feb. 23rd, 2013

faithful_lt: (not sure about this)
[personal profile] faithful_lt
[Immediately after this.]

He's pale as death when he walks through the door into Milliways, but he's composed, at least.

(Hoshi had taken a few minutes on the other side of the observation deck's hatch to pull himself together. He has to stay calm. There has to be a reason, there has to, Felix can't have meant--)

He shuts the door and takes a moment to run his hands over his uniform jacket, smoothing it into place, and then turns to search the room with a look.

There's no sign of Felix.

(He hadn't really expected there to be, not yet.)

A quiet sigh escapes him. Hoshi signals a waitrat and takes a seat at a table near the door, preparing himself for a long wait.


[ooc: not plotlocked, open until it scrolls.]
mr_gaeta: (turn away)
[personal profile] mr_gaeta
[OOM:

Another day, and another scar will fade
But another scar will take this one's place
]

(Spoilers for and some dialogue from BSG's "The Face of the Enemy" webisode series.)
ostro_goth: (Allpocalypse 2012)
[personal profile] ostro_goth
Tonight, somebody has lit a large bonfire near the baseball dianmond, where the Gate used to be where all the critters of Hell had come crawling out; there are some barrels there of wine and beer, things to roast at the fireside, and there might even be music at times.

Fireworks are ready to be set off later.

It's been a year since the almost-apocalypse, and that is reason to remember what had happened, and reason to celebrate still being alive.



[[OOC: Party post please! Threadhop, chat, reminisce...]]
hasthehighground: leaned back casually, expression neutral (yeah I'm cool)
[personal profile] hasthehighground
Clint's putting an unlit cigarette in his mouth when he enters the bar; he stops for a brief moment before shrugging and putting the cigarette back in its box, tucking it away in his blazer. Unlike last time, he's dressed like an office worker just off work, loosened tie included. If you don't notice the concealed holster and his shined black combat boots, and people usually don't.

He grabs a beer from the bar, and leans back to watch the crowd.

[OOC: Aaaand I am asleep! Slowtimes all around? ♥. No new threads, please.]
adamantiumloner: (Eastwood thing)
[personal profile] adamantiumloner
Logan.

Stool at the end of the bar.

Bottle of Jack and a shot glass.

Cigar.

Cowboy hat.