It was a nice day to be up on the roof. Warm but still not too hot for Natalie's taste. There was nothing weird going on in town, either, from what she could see. It looked almost normal, from up here ( Read more... )

Since the attempts of getting a good photograph at work was pretty much a failure, Britta was actually feeling a little bit glad that she had oh-so-handwavily promised to show Frank the ball pit she mentioned at the picnic. She did wonder why someone would need to be shown a ball pit; it was pretty easy to find. But, on the other hand, she also ( Read more... )

The ceremony was over. Nothing had eaten his diploma. He got to test out the taser function of his grapple. He punched a bear until it cried (basically ( Read more... )

Bruce's preparations for leaving two weeks out were continuing. Today's task was to whittle down the eclectic collection of books he had in his room. He had plenty that he would be keeping, of course. But with the amount of things he'd be bringing back to Gotham from the cave, he needed to consider if he really needed to keep Trees of North America ( Read more... )

Unfortunately, it would take a lot more than the threat of losing funding to allow Britta Perry to be able to take this sort of fascist regime to take over, even if only for a week. She regarded the uniforms with complete disgust, seeing them as nothing more than symbols of conformity and the loss of individuality for the mindless monotony ( Read more... )

The Freedom Costumes uniforms had been given out, the teachers had been prepped, and everything was as set as could be for the school board's special guests to arrive and start their tour. Zoe wasn't one for prayer, but it seemed like that was all she could do at this point. And hope that Annie wasn't the kind of person who needed caffeine to ( Read more... )

Britta was not on the roof. It was a shocker, to be sure, and it had nothing to do with the fact that she was broke and totally out of both cigarettes and pot. She supposed she could go up and wait for someone and bum a smoke from them, but that seemed just pathetic ( Read more... )

Britta had been saving the last little bit of weed she'd scored in Brazil and sneaked back up with her (don't ask how; seriously, don't ask), but tonight, she was feeling like she'd go ahead and hop on up to the roof and enjoy it finally. She figured she could probably refill her stash over the weekend, and if not...well, there was always ( Read more... )

Slumber party. Guy party. Whatever party. Britta would have much preferred to have hightailed it to New York for a real party, but she didn't want to run the risk of missing the bus on the trip next week, since that was really something she would probably do. She definitely wasn't going to a slumber party. She might try to crash the boy party ( Read more... )

Today, when the Anarchist Philanthropist club met, it was outside. Jim was grinning, a surfboard-like object tucked under one arm, and a few (reusable fabric) grocery bags slung over his other shoulder. Out of the bag were poking a few pieces of paper with little foil packets taped to them. At least two of these things (the grin and the ( Read more... )