"Stupid car," Methos grumbles again for about the millionth time since they set out. He's absolutely certain that everyone else is having far more fun than he is, or else that they've found the Grail and are already heading back. Because that would just be his luck ( Read more... )

The jungle Queen has shaved off her hair. The long locks of yellow lie at her feet, and she is curled into a ball---a tight, frightened-looking ball. A worn-looking doll is cluthed in her emaciated fingers, an expression darker and more terrifying than rage on her face ( 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... )

Inara has soap, incense, candles and aromatherapy oils. She's found a large steel washtub in one of the other apartments. It sits on a cast iron stand and was probably a planter for geraniums in it's former life. It's now full of cold water, sitting in the fireplace over a bed of hot coals waiting to boil. She now doing something that's never ( Read more... )

The topmost floor had mirrors in every apartment ( Read more... )

Someone had brought soap. Among other things, of course, but that was the best. And while the redhead had enjoyed teasing Inara about having to go without, guessing that the Companion would find it difficult, she herself was pretty damn excited to have soap, too ( Read more... )

"Ya mean, never?"

"Well, no."

"Not ever never ( Read more... )

She isn't with Zuko all the time ( Read more... )

Jason's on the roof, bulky jacket pulled close against the wind, looking thoughtful and with an unusually vicious twist to his lips.

It's possible he's discovered a problem.

They never really meet outside of 202 ( Read more... )