A lifeless corpse, dressed only in her undergarments and slip, leans upright against the wall in the front hall by the entrance into the hotel, or at least it seems that way - until a finger twitches.

Marni Wallace opens her eyes and takes a gasp of air which fills her aching lungs. The change in the setting around her - the bright lights and ( Read more... )

Shilo walks not quickly but confidently down the aisle between the rows of audience members, the doors are opened for her and as she steps through the camera lights and flashbulbs blind her. She raises her hands to shield her eyes as everyone begins talking around her at once.

When she lowers her hands, the too-bright light is sunlight and the ( Read more... )

No matter what time you're from, there's something deeply alarming about a tank driving up to where you're staying. Whether you're military or civilian, post-apocalyptic or pre-modern, there's something disturbing about a vehicle big enough to crush the average car and with enough firepower to take out a small building. And if you've never ( Read more... )

Vince staggers through the door, laughing as he pulls his sunglasses off, "I don't believe it, you actually chose a decent hotel this time, Howard." The thin man slouches his way to the front counter where he leans languidly on one elbow. "Hurry up, fellas," he calls back to the closed door, "I need my beauty sleep, and you ain't helping." He looks ( Read more... )

"No no no no my car--" Riley Poole drops the hand from over his eyes, and freezes, staring. "--is...gone. My car is gone. Why is my car gone?" He looks up and stares around the room in increasing shock and surprise. "...And why am I in a hotel lobby?" He looks around again, turning in place, but nothing changes. He's still standing in some ( Read more... )

If anyone's cared to step into the ballroom lately, they'd notice several things. For one, there are a few tables to one side, covered in delicious looking food, appetizers, things to fill your plate with. On another table nearby there are plenty of drinks -- a full bar, in fact. While he may not have managed to get a small orchestra (he wanted ( Read more... )

Amber wants a new chin. Actually, now that she thinks about it, she would fancy a new nose too. And perhaps bigger eyes. Or a new head of hair- that would be nice. But now she heads down the alley, followed by her valet.

"Graverobber," she coos softly, batting her long black lashes. She turns a corner and... this is not familiar territory anymore. " ( Read more... )

A tall, pale man -- pale as death, one might say -- strides in, twirling a shovel and whistling a jaunty tune. His whistling dies off when he realizes that this is very definitely not the cemetery ( Read more... )