Wireless visits Trip with a very specific goal in mind. Trip is confused, but soon comes around to her way of thinking.

Backdated to the 3rd of June and rated PG-13 for some snogging and implied nookie. Nothing too graphic. :)

Carry me back home
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Every path took him to another room. A lot of rooms were empty, sheets impeccable on the beds, curtains drawn on the windows, and that little fold out lamp by the bed folded cozy to the wall. It was a Max-ball in a pinball machine, flickering on and off channels as if the televisions were on the fritz, ( Read more... )

The transition was, if anything, a graceful piece of irony in the scope of recent events.

Hank McCoy had just waved off a charmingly attentive hostess and raised his eyeglasses from the tray table when an ineffable change came over the jet’s interior.

His nostrils flared with the altered environment an instant before his glasses touched the ( Read more... )

Lara often found that if something was preying on her mind, the best thing to do was to work it out through her body. When she wasn't traveling or on a raid, she would train, fight one of Bryce's newest robotic opponents, run laps of Croft Manor, or go horseback riding. Unfortunately, she had no Bryce, no robots, no Croft Manor and no horse, so ( Read more... )

I had dealt with considerable strangeness over the course of my life; the terminal was fairly high on the list, but hadn't actually made it to the top until now. Escalators appearing where I was absolutely certain that no escalators had been was certainly cheating somehow, I felt. Nevertheless, down I went ( Read more... )

Out of thin air, a character appears in the middle of the terminal. Piper Halliwell spins around, her eyes obviously searching for something. "Okay, that was a vanquishing spell, NOT a transportation spell. There wasn't anything ABOUT transportation in that spell ( Read more... )

Locked.  The door was locked.  All doors were always locked, only open when she couldn't go through them.  If it was open she would have reached her hand out through it and scraped it through glass.

Glass, windows, windows everywhere.  She could see outside, but outside was fields of concrete and old-fashioned air transport vehicles, weak machines ( Read more... )

Kaylee was a cheerful person ( Read more... )

This inn was strange; she had to be in a different time frame. Sent to the future….Aries was a real son of a bacchae. She finally found a room and entered it, the bed looked nice and comfortable. And she was very tired; maybe a nap would do her some justice. She tossed her satchel to the ground took her armor and leather off and laid in nothing but ( Read more... )

I had been in the terminal for a while now, and was pretty clear on several points. We'd all been provided with comfortable rooms and good food. Obviously we were supposed to stay alive, and not suffering much.

Well, that was just fine. The very first reason public places don't let you block the entrances and exits ( Read more... )