Faye's back!

Coffee's on, and this week's musical selection is jazz.

Whee!

Now, Josh is great company, but he has a habit of attaining Nirvana during his quiet moments and then attempting to carry on a conversation while freed of his mortal flesh, and Biff will NEVER get used to talking to a disembodied voice, however much he loves his buddy ( Read more... )

... who had a little too much time on his hands.

That man is Robert Langdon, who you may or may not have seen wandering around the apartments, inspecting little markings and skimming through brooks and just being all around curious.

But chances are, you haven't.

Here's your chance, though! He's in 202 with a pile of books, reading like a teenager ( Read more... )

What do you do when you can't do anything productive? You call a rain day and you go to 202, that's what you do! So Zuko's gone around to knock on doors to wrangle up some folk to help out-- food, entertainment, games, anything to help lightening the mood that's been sucking the energy out of everybody the last few days and is now complicated by ( Read more... )

This is the meeting; that would be, Zuko got Hellboy to help set up outside-- there's no sight of rain, and bonfires are lit ( Read more... )

Somewhere, on the outskirts of local civilized territory, there lies a larger-than-normal snowbank ( Read more... )

Josh has been meditating a lot.

A lot as in . . . a lotHe says he's talking to his father. Only, he doesn't say "my father" anymore. He says "Mom-dad." And, while Biff delegates to Josh in all matters of knowing what's what about his father, the concept of a gender-fluid God is not something he has any intention of contemplating ( Read more... )

Here's a familiar face.

". . . who moved the freakin' beans?"

Someone hasn't been out of his room in a while.

It was mid-day so most of the slaves were in the large room that served as the industrial complex, busy working.

Until something went Whump, whump, whump, whump.

There was a creeeeaaaaking groooooooaaaaaning sound as the roof was torn off. People screamed and took cover, Magog screeched, and dust and rubble rained down. There was a tremendous ( Read more... )

One moment, Daffodil was standing at the top of her hill, glancing out of the corner of her eye to make sure no one was watching, before throwing herself in a roll down the slope. She didn't care what they said. You could never be too old for rolling down hills. The next moment she was rolling down her hill through the thick grass and the thousand ( Read more... )