(no subject)

[nineyears]

The NSA is busy. The NSA is always busy, to be fair, but lately it seems like she can barely get a few hours of sleep in before the next crisis hits. And sometimes she just can't sleep because of the last crisis that hit. At those times, she's developed a routine - either going out for late-night donuts with Brendan or calling Micheal for a calming conversation and touch-up on her personal control techniques.

Or, in this case, she slips into Milliways clad in sweatpants and a tee for a cup of something hot and chocolatey and some distraction. Traditionally, the distraction is a book, but hey, some company would be nice, too.


{ooc: as usual, Freya is telepathizing. If your character does have blocks in place or would otherwise be unreadable, carry on. If not, please try to give me an idea of their thoughts for the best Freya experience possible.}

(no subject)

[first_to_ride]

You know what's not fun?

A huge, winged, fire-breathing dragon roaring in your face. That's not fun.

Once Hiccup has had more time to process this experience, he'll be able to consider the fact that, for some reason, he's not burnt to a crisp or partially in said dragon's stomach right now.

As it is, he'd managed to get his legs working long enough to make it back to Berk, and had planned to keep this up long enough to fall flat on his face the moment he snuck into the back door of his house.

It's not until he's hit the floor that he realizes the door hadn't led to his house. Great.



[ooc: Open 'til whenever!]

(no subject)

[of_goldenlake]

There is a man mountain (six foot four, eighteen and a half stone of solid muscle and cynicism) sitting in half armour at a table, wondering if he can muster the energy to get rid of the rest of this damn metal. He really should have left the second ogre to his men, all things considered, but they were busy and he does have a reputation to maintain.

(Besides, taking on such big immortals solo is going to really piss off Jon, and Raoul has been taking a particular glee in annoying his old friend and king of late.)

One of his shin guards apparently decides that it is evidently going to have to remove itself, since its wearer is clearly not up to the job, and eventually detaches and rolls away from him across the bar. Raoul heaves a sigh, eyeing the offending piece of armour with a baleful fatalism.





...Nope, not moving. Not yet, anyway.

(But probably willing to talk.)

OOM:

[hisonegoodeye]

Sochi, Russian Federation, 2011.

A.W.O.L., adj. 'Absent without leave.'

K.I.A., n. 'A member of the armed services who is reported killed during a combat mission.'





Warnings for violence.