(no subject)

[mix_it_up]

Maybe a little weary of her work upstairs, and the not-as-secret work she's been doing in the bar, and even of being out in her own world, Asami has taken this opportunity to spend some time below again. Below, in this case, meaning in the garage. Armed with a satchel that carries a large notebook and pencils from the Bar, she's been spending the afternoon walking along the rows, stopping often to make a preliminary, or occasionally detailed, sketch of a vehicle that's caught her eye.

After a few hours, she can be found sitting on the nose of a ship she can only begin to recognize. It's obviously meant for flight, and she can guess from its single-person design and the weaponry along its wings and nose that it's used for combat. Her open notebook, featuring a neat, detailed sketch of the craft, has been set next to her, propped up on the cockpit canopy. Her bag lays on her other side – she's sitting with her legs swung along the side of the ship's nose, a package of dumplings on her lap that she's slowly working through with her chopsticks.

Set on top of the bag, folded on top so that she might read it (though it doesn't look as though she is), is an evening edition of The Republic Reporter, the bold headline in her language reading: REPUBLIC COUNCIL APPROVES CURFEWS FOR NON-BENDERS.


[OOC: Open 'til it scrolls!]

(no subject)

[riddleofthebelow]

It does not hurt one little bit to make some time for one's self. So Tom is here again tonight, sitting in an armchair by the fire.

He's determined to catch up on his backlog of Daily Prophets, but of course, conversation is welcome. Especially since it is a slow news, well, several months. No basilisks on the loose, dull accounts of mid-level political maneuverings, and far, far too much Quidditch coverage.

He likes to know what's happening in the world of his birth, even though he's left it behind. But the Quidditch coverage? He can definitely skip those pages.

(no subject)

[man_without_fear]

[oom: Like Foggy said, we're particular about our clients.]

It's the first time Matt has deliberately tried looking for Milliways.

Up until now the place has appeared on its own, but as Matt taps his way through the door to the fifteenth precinct and finds the bar he's hoping for instead, he realizes there is some control over it after all.

Adjusting his glasses in an attempt he knows won't work to hide the bruising on his temple, Matt heads straight for the counter and makes a quiet request to Bar for a clean shirt. She provides an exact match to his own and a small paper sack with it. Inside the sack Matt finds clean gauze, alcohol wipes and a lollipop.

Discreetly Matt takes it all to the restroom and changes. On his return it's his intention to just thank Bar and ask that the next few drinks ordered by Jay the mechanic and Curtis be paid for by his tab, anonymously. But, as he's trying to think of a way to describe Curtis without having a last name or giving away too much Matt is presented with a basket.

Surprised, he runs fingertips over the note that comes with it and manages a quick, small smile.

"I'm afraid I'm going to have to ask you to hold onto this for me a while longer," he says to Bar apologetically.

The basket vanishes, but left in its place is a hunk of one of the cinnamon rolls on a plate and a cup of coffee.

"Tenacious, aren't you?" Matt sighs.



[ooc: spoilers for episode 1.3 in the link.]