[Nico is bent over a book he has been spending more time doodling on than attempting to read.] Can anybody tell me why Pluto suddenly isn't a planet anymore?

[...grumble, mutter] Jupiter and Neptune are still planets.

Regular dreams are weird. And they're totally useless.

Has this place changed the way anybody else has dreams? And I'm not talking about that time where everybody fell asleep for like a week.

[A thoughtful pause... And then because he doesn't actually know how to encrypt things, he just switches to speaking Ancient Greek without translations. :I ( Read more... )

[Hello, Network! :I There is a disgruntled kid glaring at you from your device. He mad. Prolly because of this. Also pretend this is forward-dated a few hours.]

Where's John Constantine?

I want to talk to him. And anyone else who thinks Dr. Crane should get his face smashed into some pavement when he was really obviously just standing there in ( Read more... )

[A video clicks on to focus on a kinda grubby looking kid, whose face becomes increasingly scrunched up with frustration as he fumbles with the buttons. He's wearing battered Greek leather armor over a black t-shirt and black jeans, with a backpack slung over one shoulder and a sword strapped to his hip. Occasionally he steals furtive glances ( Read more... )

[It's fairly late in the evening here, if the darkening sky is any indication. Stone monoliths and the vague outline of a slate-tiled building frame the image, along with a tangled yew tree just barely on-screen ... wait, is this a graveyard? Yesss it is. And there is a young boy leaning comfortably against a gravestone. He's dirty and a bit ( Read more... )

This really isn't a good time to be in the City. ... but you probably know that already. I mean, if you didn't notice the earthquakes and the huge monster roars, then there's been more than enough comm posts about evacuating the city ( Read more... )

[ The communicator flicks on, revealing a young boy standing in the park. It's night, and he's standing underneath a tree. He can't be more than thirteen or fourteen; his black aviator's jacket is a little too big for him, and he's got that desperately-in-need-of-a-sandwich sort of skinniness about him ( Read more... )