So he found a job ( Read more... )

Everything is foggy, Harvey has decided. Maybe that was a side effect of the medication those hacks at Arkham had him on. Oh well. At least it shut up Twoface, mostly. He's being taken back to his cell at the moment, courtesy of two large guards. So, due to a certain other half's vague grumblings and the meds, probably both, Harvey doesn't ( Read more... )

A beat-up Buick that looks more like someone's tech lab on wheels than an actual car pulls into the parking garage of the Conrad Hotel and out steps one Juliet Burke, looking slightly aggravated. Apparently, the only person who can drive that car and have it not be an utter chore is Marshall. That or it just hates her. If that's any indication of ( Read more... )

As much as his delicate 43-year-old ego hated to concede to it, the kid was right: Ben did need to work on controlling his new power. A childish stubbornness, however, had prevailed in the time between that conversation and this morning, when Ben, having slept on the the floor for fear of waking a mattress that had moved from the bed to the floor ( ( Read more... )

Daniel, after spending more than enough time brooding on his own, finally has some semblance of sanity about him. It's not a very strong one - it's never been a strong one - but anyone who's seen him wandering listlessly around the Conrad for the past near-two weeks is likely to notice that he looks much more composed, now.

He's currently sitting on ( Read more... )

Nagi is in something that bears a striking resemblance to a good mood. First, he got out of going back to the house right after school by claiming he had a study group to meet up with. (Which, he does! It's him and his attitude.) Second, he has green tea, which, even if it isn't exactly right, it's much closer than anything else he's had since ( Read more... )

Ben had never experienced a plane crash before ( Read more... )