multi-pup ep, with format graciously borrowed.

[fanofthegenre]

Since her last conversation with Kate, Kate Beckett has been on the lookout for this particularly dangerous man, the one to watch out for. She'll be heeding Kate's words about remaining careful, but it's not exactly in her nature to shy away from dangerous situations.

She's a cop, after all, and if there's criminal activity that she's been made aware of (even in an interdimensional bar), she's going to keep her eyes peeled.

---

Admittedly, Izzie Stevens has been a little scarce in the main parts of the bar, choosing to enjoy most of her time while Bound outside or at the beach. (There's the small concern of being exposed to too much sun, unfortunately, since it had somewhat negative effects previously.)

When she comes in, taking a large sun hat down from off her head, there's still some light pink dusted over her cheeks, and her complexion is healthy as she takes a seat at the bar in search of some refreshment.

---

The lonely tourist known as Charlotte Charles (or Chuck, if you're familiar) finds herself in the bar today after a long morning of helping Ned bake pies.

(Consequently, she's got a few spots of flour on her nose and cheeks, but there's something that smells delicious inside the pie box she brings in.)

---

Minimalist confrontational-spoken word artist post.

She's painting a sign with large red letters. Next to her, a bottle of what looks like real (but is only actually very very fake) blood.

If Roxy Wasserman thinks she's going to get away with selling precious furs, she is sorely mistaken.

---

Saffron is restless.

She's attempting to combat that restlessness by painting her toenails a distinct shade of crimson, but when that's all done, she's going to be in need of some serious entertainment. A busy con artist is a happy con artist.

[ tiny tag: lacey thornfield ]
[ ooc: open forever. tag early and often. ]

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[ostro_goth]

Why are there so many women in the bar? Teja wonders, looking up from the magazine on motorcycles that he is reading by now.

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

Chuck is oblivious to the others, but anyone who wants to have a slice is more than welcome to help themselves.

She hops up onto a barstool, pie box and all.

[ostro_goth]

Teja cannot tell a pie box from any other box; but his cat comes over and hops onto the bar, curious about the smell.

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Well, hey there, cat," Chuck says, reaching over to give it a little scritch.

The box isn't open completely, but it might be enough for someone to stick a tiny paw through.

[ostro_goth]

The cat purrs at the scritch, but is not distracted: - he sniffs at the box. Does the food inside contain cream? Cheese? Perhaps butter? Whatever it is, it smells interesting, and the cat sticks his paw in, to get some, and taste it.

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

The food in question is a freshly baked cherry pie, so no cream or cheese to speak of, but there may have been some butter baked into the crust that is catching the attention of little kitty nostrils.

"Oh, I'm not so sure cats like pie, do they?" Chuck asks.

[ostro_goth]

"They do not," a deep, quiet voice says from some yards away. "Is he trying to steal your food?"

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"I wouldn't call it stealing, as it's certainly free for the taking."

Chuck looks around in search of the voice's source.

[ostro_goth]

"Greetings," says the voice, followed by a man coming closer -- a man with black hair, black linen clothes, black eyes, and a very pale face. "But cats do not like pie; they cannot enjoy sweetness."

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Taste buds, right?"

Chuck tilts her head, looking back and forth between him and the cat.

"Sorry, cat. No pie for you."

[ostro_goth]

The man comes closer, and strokes the cat. "Bar," he says, "give me a little saucer of cream for my cat?"

It appears, and the cat starts slurping greedily.

"Your pie is safe."

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Good," Chuck says, in what sounds like genuine relief.

But she's grinning as she adds: "You're more than welcome to a piece, if you'd like."

[ostro_goth]

"I would," Teja says, "if you can truly spare it?"

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Of course. Ned and I made so many of these today; I had to take this one, at least. The Pie Hole would've been overrun by them otherwise."

She reaches over to open the lid on the pie box.

[ostro_goth]

"I met him," Teja says. "Ned, the piemaker -- I spoke to him, here!"

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Did you? That doesn't surprise me - he comes in every now and then."

She's in the process of serving him a slice now.

[ostro_goth]

"That pie truly looks very good," Teja says, "and yes, I did. Your world sounds -- complex, let us say."

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Complex?"

Chuck pauses; she's not sure how much Ned's mentioned.

"In what way?"

[ostro_goth]

"He was celebrating a holiday," Teja says, "that was dedicated to a Greek letter, a strange number, and two puns that did not translate into Gothic for me, by making pie."

Weird enough for Teja.

[lonelytouristcc.livejournal.com]

"Oh."

Chuck grins widely.

"Right. It was Pi Day, and he thought it would be fitting. At least people got pie out of the deal, right?"

[ostro_goth]

"Indeed," Teja says. "I was given a piece of very, very good pie containing three kinds of plum."

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's waiting for Mike.

That doesn't mean she won't carry on conversations with other folk if they drop by her table. She has enough tea for two.

[ooc: Surprise me! Also may have to beg slow tagging. :( Lazy Sunday?]

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

Izzie's still blinking sun spots out of her eyes, or still getting used to the dimmer lighting inside the bar, or something.

Either way, it all contributes to her not exactly looking where she's going.

And she doesn't drop by Sallie's table so much as bumps right into it.

"Oh! God, I'm sorry."

[realmrsreynolds]

The tea sloshes out of Sallie's cup into her lap; she stands to jump uselessly out of the way of the hot drink.

"Oh gorrami--it's okay, it's just...y'know. Hot."

A tiny laugh. "Can you go get me a towel?"

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

"Of course," Izzie murmurs, immediately apologetic, and rushes off to the bar, leaving her sunhat on a chair.

Moments later, she returns with a towel and hands it, shamefacedly, to Sallie.

[realmrsreynolds]

Sallie's already laughing about it by the time Izzie comes back.

"It's really alright, dear. Promise. See?" Sallie holds up the front of her skirts, "It's just an apron. Kind of my uniform."

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

"What do you do?"

Izzie feels a little better; one hand plucks up her sunhat, spinning the brim through her fingers.

[realmrsreynolds]

"I run a ranch on the planet where I'm from. Have been for about the past thirty years.

"My employees seem to think I missed my callin' as a baker though, so hence the apron. What about you dear?"

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

"Doctor," she answers, though she knows it might be hard to believe, what with her lack of scrubs and blondeness.

"But I'm kind of on vacation at the moment."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Always with the doctors at the end of the 'verse," Sallie shakes her head in a feigned since of...something. "At least you take vacations. The medic on my son's ship, Simon? That man works too hard."

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

"Mine was kind of forced," Izzie admits, with a brief laugh.

"But I agree, we are very overworked, most of the time."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Are you at least goin' anywhere nice?"

[coconutextract.livejournal.com]

"Just here," Izzie adds, shrugging.

"I'm sort of, well, stuck."

[realmrsreynolds]

"Oh you're Bound here," Sallie winces. "I'm sorry to hear that, no matter how much I like Milliways. What have you been doing with yourself?"

[cop-bitch.livejournal.com]

[ooc: Heading to bed but can't help it I think Eve and Kate will get along slowtime okay if not i'm okay with catching nexttime.]

Eve walks over as she leans her head to the side "Trouble?"

[fanofthegenre]

Beckett glances up, lifting an eyebrow questioningly.

"What makes you say that?"

Detective Bekett?

[aleister_author]

As I slip in to start a slowtime during lunch?

Tyler isn't what you'd really consider dangerous. Occasionally armed sure, but the rest?

"Evening."

The rest in this case being a manuscript back from the publisher that needs some polishing, a large cup of coffee and a red marker pen.

The writers are everywhere.

[fanofthegenre]

Beckett returns the greeting with a nod and eyes the manuscript with a certain curiosity.

Seems as though she attracts a specific kind, doesn't she?

[aleister_author]

Paper, coffee and pen hit the table in quick succession.

"Horror novel. If I do the editing here I get more free time back home."

And since he's the only one that seems to be from his world so far?

"Tyler Darrow. New York, 1997."

Just as possibly, is that Tyler has a thing for dangerous women. Usually, they're blonde, but well...