Captain Jack Harkness is going to die fighting a tin can. Though, to be fair, it's a tin can with a lot of bite.

( In a lot of ways this death is nothing like any of the other scenarios he'd ever imagined. )

There’s nobody in sight on the beach, with a bit of a wind, the waves slightly choppy, chewing on the shore leisurely yet aggressively, the palm trees fronds dancing in the gusts.

Suddenly, not twenty-five feet away from a tree, about a hundred feet in the air, a thin stream of gooey white fires into the air, followed by a man in a bright blue and ( Read more... )

What starts as a flicker of flame in the center of the lobby becomes a full-fledged fire, burning without fuel or reason. A voice Speaks from the flame, echoing across the room.

"BEHOLD! I AM THE METATRON: HERALD OF THE ALMIGHTY AND VOICE OF THE ONE TRUE GOD."
Well, that should have gotten their attention. Best put himself out before someone tries ( Read more... )

... Well, Tulio decides, at least Miguel can't complain about the lack of adventure in his life anymore. He clutches at his vine and looks down below, then chuckles a bit. "That was good," he says, looking at Miguel with a grin. When Miguel glares back, Tulio pauses. He'd thought that the fight was another joke - another way to get out of ( Read more... )

Priest murdered, job completed satisfactorily, Balthazar steps from the convenience store out into the night. He finishes off his bottle of water, forked tongue darting out to catch any stray water drops, and casually tosses the bottle into the trashcan ( Read more... )

When Sam walks into the hotel, the first thing he notices is that this is not the sleazy lobby he saw through glass doors. He stops abruptly, turning sharply on his heel to stop Dean from walking in behind him, but his brother is no where to be seen. In fact, the doors behind him are not even the doors he walked through, but ones belonging to a ( Read more... )

The young beautiful Elizabeth Swan stood on the dock letting the breeze catch her hair she shivered slightly. Wiping the beads of water off her face. She pulled out the small envelope she had acquired when she first got the island and looked at it, opening it she noticed a key and attached it to a chain around her neck. Her eyes going from the ( Read more... )

A normal person would just walk through the door and head for the front desk, but we're severely lacking in any sort of normality here. Instead, the door inches slowly open, as if whoever's pushing it hopes no one notices they're arriving, and in swaggers a sopping wet pirate, saltwater dripping from his dreadlocks, beard, and clothes. Like any ( Read more... )

Walking outside by the waterline is someone who hasn't been seen in quite some time. Her bare feet skim over the sand and she twirls on occasion, humming some upbeat tune or another to herself.

River's returned, it seems, and she's having a good day.

Typist: River Tam. Firefly. Reintroed and retypisted. Have at. :)

Life is surprisingly... great. When was the last time that his life was great? It's hard to remember, through Tritter and divorces and just generally being House's friend/punching bag, but he can really, finally, officially say that things are great. He's dating a girl he loves, and she loves him, and even if she has some House tendencies -- so ( Read more... )