No, there were not mounds of cards stashed away in one of Cappy's drawers.

No, they were not BIRTHDAY cards.

No, he did NOT turn 40.

Nope.

Never.

Flowers dug himself deeper into the bed.

[Hahaha, opennnnn. He's alive. And old now. :x]

Church sits on the roof of the base, cleaning his rifle. He wears no armor, as is routine nowadays, instead sporting a dirty issued undershirt, battered BDU pants and weathered jungle boots. The past few months have changed him a lot more than he cares to admit, even causing him to bother making small talk with the people he runs into on base. ( Read more... )

Clanking, scraping and cussing can be heard from the laundry room ( Read more... )

Two letters sit on the blue base kitchen table. They're small, white envelopes with identical unicorn stamps, and the handwriting is neat, especially girly. One is addressed to Private Church, and the other, Captain Flowers, written in blue ink.

Church sets up his soldering kit on the kitchen table and arranges an assortment of small chips on a safeplate, humming to the music player on the counter and grinning like a fool. It's about time a little shit gets stirred up around here. He tosses a towel over the back of one chair, sets up a dormant charging unit next to the soldering kit, and ( Read more... )

His encounter with the Alien still fresh in his mind, Caboose trotted through the gulch. Tucker needs help... I have to find someone... he thought, trying to stay on track in the intense heat. Beginning to wander off, he came upon one of the many caves in blood gulch. "Well... Maybe I can stay for just a little while..." He thought, venturing ( Read more... )

Church slumps over the table with his chin on his arms, glaring at the bracelet sitting on it. A small piece of paper is crumpled in his fist. He knew it was bound to happen. But he wishes he knew WHY. His sense of logic suggests that maybe the ceasefire is over, but if that were the case, there'd be a lot more noise. As it is, it's almost like a ( Read more... )

Church trudges along the path up into the cliffs surrounding the canyon, his left eye twitching. It's been a long time since he's actually worn his armor, and the bound and weightless feeling takes a lot of getting used to again ( Read more... )

Way too many average blue colours walking around. I think I'll step out of line[just this once] and repaint myself. Or something. I'm getting confused. Saw one other guy that wasn't Michael Caboose. Now it's just getting weird.

The corporal glanced at a can of dark-blue spray paint he found. Nicci picked it up, yanking the cap off. Giving it a ( Read more... )

Sheila wandered somewhat aimlessly into the canyon. Something...didn't feel right, and she couldn't remember what she was supposed to be doing right now.

'I think I...need to find...somebody?' Her processors were running incredibly slowly, causing her to stagger towards the center of the canyon. 'Dick will...worry.'Without warning she collapsed ( Read more... )