Feb. 11th, 2018

thewidewideworld: (Default)
[personal profile] thewidewideworld
Sinric is hung-over. More hung-over than he can remember being in a long time. Which would be fine if he could remember what he was drinking. Or with whom. Right now, he's going to settle for being miserable on the couch by the fire, his headphones in and looking faintly green.

Bodhi, on the other hand, is feeling strangely cheerful. He's in the mood for baking so there is a big plate of warm sweet seed cakes on the counter with pots of butter, honey, cream, jam, and other preserves to eat them with.

Both are botherable, especially if you're willing to save the cream from the little ginger and white cat who clearly has designs on in.

[Tiny tag: Bodhi Rook]
nerves_of_ice: (winter soldier: coming for you)
[personal profile] nerves_of_ice
The new armor fits well under his clothing, which is good for when he needs to blend in.

It also works perfectly well on its own, which is good for days like this when he wants to get in a significant amount of work in the gym. He can't afford to lose his edge, not for an instant.

(At least this time he's set up his own practice dummy for the throwing knives, to go along with the heavy bag for the rest.)



Some time later, he settles down in a corner of the bar with a cup of black coffee and a sandwich. He keeps an eye on the room as he eats, just in case.



[ooc: catch him in either location.]
cutting_edgex23: (San Francisco)
[personal profile] cutting_edgex23
They had a long run of it, Bruce Wayne and X. But lately Gotham has been calling more loudly, and the time he is willing to spend here and in San Francisco has grown vanishingly small. X is also not about to give up her work in her own world, and Bruce would not dream of asking.

So they had a conversation, and certain decisions were made. Hard decisions. Sad decisions. But it is done. X will miss him.

This may be one reason she's perched cross-legged on a rock out by the Caribbean inlet, sitting quietly and just . . . being.

It hurts, just as people told her it would. But she would not wish any of it undone for anything. That is probably good. Right?
shakemyhand: (action snarl)
[personal profile] shakemyhand
Guide is grumpy and in the gym working on a punching bag. His shoulder is now healed, however he's gaunt and his hair is dull. He's been nearly starving here for the lack of willing volunteers in his feeding, and apparently feeding too soon on an immune human is bad for them. After some time he finishes up his workout and heads to the bar and sits grumpily sipping at a cold glass of water.

Catch him in either place, but be warned he's kinda up for a fight.
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[personal profile] darklighthero
[The older eco-warrior strolls into the bar, slightly happier but still annoyed.]

"Well, I'm back."

.. Jak leaned on the counter a bit, mixing a drink, reminiscing old times. He had grown to the age of 21.

He had learned new eco powers along the way