So. Wesley had graduated.

It hadn't gone at all the way he would've predicted two years ago, that was for certain -- if anything, he would have expected his father, not Cordelia, to be the guest watching him from the audience, and for himself to be Oxford-bound immediately afterwards. Instead, he was off to work in Los Angeles, killing demons for ( Read more... )

You know what was a really exciting way to spend a Wednesday night?

Sitting in the common room with a fantastically boring Lifetime movie on, playing chess against yourself.

Also, there were evil bunnies. Wesley was doing his best to ignore them.

[[open like a common room!]]

The weekend with the children (or more precisely, the lack thereof) had not been great for Simon. Couple that with some of his classes leaning heavily on death and the future last week, and he'd been training pretty hard for the last few days. This would explain the fresh bandages on his knuckles, and the equally fresh (although light) scrape on ( Read more... )

It was pretty typical of any trip back home for Gabrielle to barely get a chance to breathe, let alone adjust to . . . a lot of eventful things, and that was the downside of heading back to Fandom afterward. She'd gotten in late last night and crashed out for a good ten hours before her growling stomach finally woke her up, and then, in the ( Read more... )

Some people were cut out to be parents. They were patient, and calm, and loved the whole idea of raising progeny. Kate... was not one of these people. Dave had deposited her with their droid baby earlier, and she'd done as little parenting as possible since. In the name of giving it something to do that wasn't spread everything she owned all over ( Read more... )

The television was on in the common room. And there was a tiny god watching it.

That was not the strange part of what was happening, though. The strange part was what was on the television. It was a channel that proclaimed itself to be 'Logo' and the players upon the stage were men in dresses and made up as though they were women.And yelling at ( Read more... )

It was Sunday morning, and after a week of largely handwavy moping about, Wesley woke up and felt like brunch was in order. And it seemed as though Fandom agreed with him, because by the time he was finished retrieving food he'd had delivered and preparing some himself, the end result was a quantity quite a bit larger than what he'd intended.

So -- ( Read more... )

Wesley hadn't handwavily gotten back to Fandom until late last night, and he was still in something of a funk about everything that had happened.

Fired. Again.

The last time he'd been fired, he'd been sent here as punishment. Now he'd been fired from the job he'd intended to take on after graduation, and he... hadn't applied to university. Hadn't ( Read more... )

Alex had all this excess energy lately and was having to wash his sheets every day, and had decided the best thing to do would be work it off. Through violence. So here he was in the salle, using a wooden practice sword to beat the crap out of some poor defenseless dummy that had never done anything to deserve such treatment ( Read more... )

This week was really not letting up, was it? If anything it was getting worse. Friday had been a nice distraction, and temporary solution, but that restless energy had popped back with a vengeance in no time at all. What was with that? Not that she was really complaining, because it wasn’t a horrible feeling, just... Confusing ( Read more... )