Odd things happened all the time on the station, by now that was a given, but for the last few days things had taken a turn for the worse. A distraught Lain's ability to manipulate the collective unconscious had spun out of control after fusing with the stations holodeck. With the consciousness, memories, thoughts, and emotions of every living on ( Read more... )

The con planet had been quiet pleasant for Victoria. She had been photographed more time then she could count and her new dresses seemed to be quite well received, at least with her primary fandom of young, nerdy, males of various descriptions ( Read more... )

The second day. The crowds have only gotten larger.

[OOC: It's all in the threads]

Antivesuvio was a true garden world. It was as if an army of landscapers had systematically combed the planet, levelling, steppeing, hillocking and in general artfully arranging things. Flowerbeds were arranged in patterns large enough to only be seen from orbit. Gently babbling rivers were pre-provided with shellike boats ( Read more... )

Georgia had sent out a message to have the recording team meet 'her' to go over the equipment. Which, of course, meant talking to them via monitor. She once again was starting to get very annoyed at the fact inactive Kellis-Amberlee was as contagious as the cold and flu virii it had been intended to stamp out. At least the active form lost that ( Read more... )