A NorthEnder stares at the Bloodtubs over the wasteland waiting for opening time.

The carbon based lifeform known as Josh stands in a room entrance, paint roller in hand. He's been apainting. He does not like chips, roasties, mash, baked beans or corned beef pap. He he.

Commander Nogs from the planet Everton sucks away at his rations. He has to keep up his energy levels, y'know.

Hiding under the lovely hat and behind the spectacles is a splendid lady from the Federation Pubship Argyll.

She is not an officer but a very valued member of the crew.

A ghostly piece of chess de-cloaks in the conservetory in a house several years ago. Due to a temporal rift it was not noticed until some time in the future. Note the Mostonian shuttle through the window.

A couple of stout yeomen stand at the bar in the Argyll. Their horses were tired and they'd been riding all night.

A bulbous glass of rose wine stands on a table at the Edge of Tomorrow.