Kaylee Frye was sat perched on a barstool in the hotel kitchen, eating strawberry ice cream straight out of the container. And for once, she wasn't too worried.

To think, she'd been despairing about being unable to fix any of the stuff in the restaurant when all along they'd had this bigger, better and shinier kitchen right over their heads. The ( Read more... )

The idea was pretty simple. Of course, Bryce said that a lot, and his ideas were always needlessly complicated. Need to ask the unconcious reporter a question? Why wake him up when we can just scan his brain onto a computer? Simple, really ( Read more... )

After a few hours of alternately reading (a nostalgic yet new experience that gave him a headache) and tapping on the television screen calling for Max (to no avail), Edison decided to go exploring. The restaurant wasn't that hard to find; the smell of smoke lingered in the atmosphere, though not as strong as he might have expected ( Read more... )

( Helicopter ride to nowhere. )

The first thing Raito noticed when he woke up was the absence of the familiar, cool metal weight around his wrist ( Read more... )

Kaylee was real disappointed with the way things'd been going lately. Seemed to her that people just kept coming, and coming, and coming; maybe not soon, but eventually the airport'd be full up. And to make matters...not worse, exactly, but far more complicated, she now had River to look after as well ( 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... )

After conversing over a bottle of Chardonnay, Bond invites Kaylee back to his room for a different kind of conversation. She accepts, and grappling ensues. Not the violent kind, the good (and hot) kind. Timed to March 23rd. Smut warning. :D

Had it really been almost a month since Kaylee'd woken up in this place ( Read more... )