Olive had set up the first floor lobby to accommodate the inaugural meeting of the pajama club -- setting up in this case meant making sure that there were plenty of comfy pillows and fuzzy fleece throws on the sofas, and that there was a Real Housewives marathon going on the television. On a table to the side, she'd set up a variety of cereal ( ( Read more... )

After work, Jessica was still trying to deal with the fact that she tasted like SPAM. It displeased her so much that she felt the strong need to grab some food from the common room that would allow her poor tastebuds to focus on something else.

The fact that there was a cake with seven candles in it for some reason seemed like karma. Or justice. ( Read more... )

It was raining.

It was not raining very hard, but it was definitely raining at the insane time the sirens went off across the school. The lawn outside was slowly but surely turning into a wet mess, and the grass was just high enough in some places that it might leave wet splotches on an unsuspecting passer-by's pants ( Read more... )

Jim had brushed today's class off about ten minutes after he'd left the classroom. It was ten questions, pointless in the grand scheme of things, and Jim wasn't going to let ten questions put him inside some kind of box ( Read more... )

For the first week, Juliet had firmly believed the tents were a joke and that at any moment, the school would come back to its senses and let everyone back into the dorms. Which were still a little basic for Juliet's tastes, but at least they had electricity ( Read more... )

A full month into his stay here at Fandom (yes, he was counting), Frank was officially certain of one thing: he had now explored the entire island, from Serendipity Place to Galactica Point, and could officially navigate his way around the place without the use of a map. He could even, if someone were to ask, provide directions from one place to ( Read more... )

Stacey had learned something over the last couple days: most kids ate really unhealthy things. She'd known that before (she had babysat for a living, after all) but it was a lot more obvious to her now that she was in a boarding school setting ( Read more... )

Bod's memories had been returning since yesterday. Remarkably, it had taken the shrill cries of that harpy from yesterday to help the dam in his head break free. He had killed his twin and taken over his identity. That had allowed him to get far in life with his twin's wife and his job and everything else attached to it. But, it all had become ( Read more... )

Sam didn't know what kind of safe house this was but if it prevented him from getting shot again, he'd take it. He'd been through so much since agreeing to testify against that gang from back home who'd smuggled emeralds, blown up the docks (but they'd quickly been rebuilt, don't worry), kidnapped small children with teddy bears and killed people ( Read more... )

It was that time again! Time for Sam to try to eat half the props, for Carly to worry about her brother setting fire to the camera in Seattle, for fans all over the world (in Sam, Freddie, and Carly's dimension, anyway) to gather 'round their computers and watch the latest antics of three more-than-conventionally-attractive teenagers acting like ( Read more... )