Dom had been pretty thoroughly annoyed when some random curly-haired kid started banging on his door at way-too-freaking-early o'clock Saturday morning. But that was Fandom: It was never going to let anybody sleep in the day after a dance. Not when it had a chance to screw with people's lives like this ( Read more... )

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill ( Read more... )

Gert wasn't used to having plans on Friday night that were much more extensive than snacking and watching movies in the common room, so the fact that that was what she found herself doing tonight wasn't a disappointment. The fact that the TV was refusing to show her anything she might conceivably want to watch -- yeah, that was disappointing. Since ( Read more... )

There were bowls of pea soup in his room that would just not go away. They smelled and they looked gross and that was just...not cool. He didn't want to spend anymore time in there than he had to so he'd headed down to the common room and taken refuge there ( Read more... )

If Gert had known that her 'quick trip' to the common room to grab a granola bar was going to lead to a coil of mistletoe snaking around her ankle and trapping her rather firmly in place, she would have brought Old Lace with her to bite through the surprisingly strong foliage. Or better yet, she  might not have left her room at all. No granola bar ( Read more... )

Well, the weather outside was, if not frightful, at least a little nippy, so Gert was all curled up on the sofa with a dinosaur and, yes, a Coke, thanks ever so to the polar bears who'd all but insisted that she take one. And she fully intended to catch up on the news, but as usual, the TV didn't want to indulge her wishes ( Read more... )

Jim didn't know why he'd come back from Haiti before checking to see if the island was being weird. He really didn't. He'd just come back and as soon as he'd settled down in the common room, he'd noticed his arms were now a very festive shade of green and red. At first, he thought he'd caught some rash from being in Haiti and had almost called ( Read more... )

Gert's hands were washed. Her hair was tied back. There was a steady stream of Black Friday sale ads playing in the background, courtesy of a radio that wouldn't turn off. (They still made radios?) And Gert was standing at the kitchen counter with a printed-out recipe and all the ingredients she needed for potato pancakes, plus a few extra spices ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Evan was big on shirking his responsibilities, but this week he was seriously not feeling up to going into work. With Thanksgiving in a couple of days, 'service with a smile' or even being in remotely the right mindset to be helpful to customers was the last thing he could manage, and so he'd handwavily left his boss an apologetic ( Read more... )

There was a gremlin on the ceiling fan. Gert didn't know how it got there, and she was quite sure that it didn't want to remain there for long, but the result was that the room was freezing, since Gert's only course of action for cooling the over-heated room was to open the window and let the 40-degree breeze in. She hated gremlins, but she wasn't ( Read more... )