Why Alec is so screwed up:

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I got an awaaaard. I got an awwwwwwaaaaard. :D :D :D :D


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The surussing of the waves always drifted Alec to sleep quickly. That, plus Phoenix made it even easier to sleep. While getting to sleep was easy, in the floppy comfiness of the bed, dreams were another matter. His mind let loose to drift among thoughts and realities of his different selves meandered through memories as well ( Read more... )

The door leads out into a shaded courtyard paved with pale red stones. Two sides of the courtyard is created by the house, the third a stable and the fourth the gate into the outside city. A tall tree with wide, flat, pale yellow leaves is in the center, its roots woven into nooks to sit in. Laruna sits on one of the roots, her fingers criss- ( Read more... )

Again, hiding from the hot sun, Alec sat at one of the tables in the galley mess, flicking a coin between his fingers. The coin spun and flickered, sometimes not even there for a moment before returning. The one sailor had tried again, but the threat of Brand frightened him off. Of course, it seemed to have frighted everyone off. Leaving him with ( Read more... )

He did it in the Summer's Palace, because that is what he was when he'd talk to her. Summer to Winter. Idly he wondered if there was a Spring or a Fall. Perhaps her and his children, not theirs together, of course. But if he ever had a child... There were no shortage of woman who would be willing. Of course, it was the age old problem of them ( Read more... )

It was pay day. A very important event at the Inn. It was also Alec's birthday, but he wasn't making to big of a deal about it. He didn't quite expect any presents (even if he had given some out) and he was planning to go home for the Spring Festival and then later that night go to the Tavern Under the Hill where Laruna was going to be having a ( Read more... )

Alec sat off in a quiet corner of Nexus space away from the Question Areas. He leaned against a Convenient Nexus Wall as he fiddle with his Rullette trying to get the instrument in tune. He hadn't played in months and wanted to try to see if he could still play.

Once tuned, he started to strum a simple song, frowning as he fumbled the notes.

There had been a note at the front desk at the Inn for Alec. A request from Dale to meet him at a set of coordinates. The note didn't say anything else. It was kind of on the odd side, but Dale was odd.   So  after dropping off the  Spear of Fire with the other four weapons and trying to get the blue dye out of his hair (which didn't work at all) ( Read more... )

Alec is sitting next to the wooden cigar indian looking hunched up and misrerable.   This is probably not a good thing.