It was Claudia's last night in Fandom ( Read more... )

Matt had "gone out" for the evening. For some that meant a night on the town. For Matt, it meant leaping from rooftop to rooftop in the warehouse district. Unfortunately when he got back to room he found it somewhat... busySo Matt has been exiled to the common room for the evening listening to ESPN while he attempted to make himself a bowl of ( Read more... )

"HELLO!" Claudia greeted her non-existent internet audience. "Today on my drunk kitchen, we're going to make . . . meatballs." She nodded seriously, pouring herself a finger of apple cider.

It was nonalcoholic cider, but she wasn't about to let that stop her"The firsht thing you need to know about makin' meatballs is that they're made of meat ( Read more... )

So over the past two weeks on the island, Rebecca hadn't really done very much. Did some work for her classes, rearranged the furniture in her room and taken over part of Matt's closet... normal fun stuff. But she'd come to the conclusion that it was time to start networking with people. Forming alliances, as it were ( Read more... )

After witnessing an giant squid sing, and hearing snatches of song around the town, Scully was fairly certain oddness was happening again today. So she was avoiding people, up on the roof, and looking through a telescope.

Satellite in my eyes
like a diamond in the sky
How I wonder
Satellite
strung from the moon
and the world your balloon...Scully ( Read more... )

Claudia hit the ground with a soft whump and blinked into the dirt. She looked up just in time to catch the last of the clouds disappearing on the horizon ( Read more... )

Claudia had spent a fair chunk of her time over Thanksgiving alternating between harassing Artie and her brother on a frighteningly regular basis and going out to the Causeway to try sending various objects across as many different ways and at as many different points as possible ( Read more... )

Claudia's online guitar course was going well, but hot damn, were the practice lessons boring. After checking out her roommate's fabulous new hair that morning, she felt the need to flex a few punkier muscles herself. Things were too crowded in the dorms, so she'd headed up to the roof, a guitar tabs app loaded on her phone, to try out a new tune ( Read more... )

Quinn put her hands on her hips and surveyed the lawn beside the dorm with satisfaction. The tea party for the Fabray/Wyndam-Pryce ticket didn't look bad at all, she thought. They'd cordoned off an area with red, gold and black balloons and stuck campaign signs in the ground, and there was a buffet of herbal tea, scones, fruit, and finger ( Read more... )

Squall didn't know what to do about the people getting sick. He didn't know what to do about the creeping grayness of the land, or how to fix things.

There was one thing he could do, though. And he could do it very well ( Read more... )