Connor had been a bit of a shut-in ever since the disaster. He was fine, sure, but it had shaken him up a little. Pair that with the sudden disappearance of Abby, and Connor just wasn't sure what to make of this city. He also wasn't sure what to think of Didi. He'd had one hell of a crazy dream - vivid as anything, and it had shaken him up ( Read more... )

Connor was getting used to El Dorado. It was a nice enough place to be stuck, and he didn't mind the company much, either. So far, there were significantly less dinosaurs to chase about, but he'd entered into his own adventure entirely, so it made up for it ( Read more... )

Ashley'd been out on her bike, riding around the city. She was trying to find Squid, or... anyone with information really. With no luck, the irritated blonde decided it was time to head home. She spun back onto the grounds, parking her baby where it'd be most safe. She was walking quickly; there was a lot of residual frustration from a fruitless ( Read more... )

If there was one thing that Sasha hated about the city, it was that she couldn't call anyone who lived outside of it ( Read more... )

Abby had a lot of preconceived notions about what anomalies were like on the other side. She knew what kind of climates and environments most of these reptilian creatures required, so that's why when she found herself standing in the middle of a what looked like a hotel lobby there was a giant question mark on her face ( Read more... )

Connor was, to put it kindly, drunk. It was an understatement. The last time he had been this intoxicated had been his twenty-first birthday, and only because Tom had told him that he'd play a better game with a few beers in him. A few had turned into a case, and- Well, it wasn't a pretty sight. This wasn't either. Not by a long shot. He'd stumbled ( Read more... )

Nemcatacoa is smiling tonight ( Read more... )

"Okay, and we gotta get these out before lunchtime!" She raised an arm to wipe across her brow, with what little skin didn't have flour on it already. Her eyes closed. The sudden quiet that settled made her a little worried. No ovens clanging, no feet scuffling, no voices. Pesha opened her eyes, and her arm dropped to the side. She still had the ( Read more... )

"My name is Claire Bennet, and this is attempt number...I guess I've kind of lost count." Claire kept her gaze on the camera lens in front of her, feeling as if a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders. The reporters were understandably confused, and most of them were probably waiting for her to say that it was some kind of illusion; one last ( Read more... )

She found herself entering a vast hotel-looking mansion, puzzlement evident in her gaze. What on earth had happened? She had no intention of coming here. She didn't even know where here was. Crossing the lobby, Death made her way over to the front desk, looking down at the woman with a smile. "Hello, I'm...afraid I don't know how I got here. Could ( Read more... )