Valentine had nobody coming to see him this weekend. Therefore, he was not out and about, celebrating the finer points of family and proudly showing off the campus and explaining classes and avoiding awkward explanations about how the world worked ( Read more... )

Secret Agent Gerard was pacing down and up the length of the hallway on the third floor.

So, someone had wiped his memory and that of his secret-agent partner, Will Jonie, and had left them in the hallway of what appeared to be a dormitory of some sort ( Read more... )

It was late, but Will found herself unable to sleep. After spending a couple hours tossing and turning in bed, she finally sat up, and resignedly admitted that she just wasn't going to fall asleep. She threw on her pink jacket over her PJs, and slipped quietly out of her room so as not to wake Teddy ( Read more... )

Here a week, and already Blackheart was getting nasty handwavey letters on parchment from his Father. It was bad enough that the old man felt the need to check up on him, did he honestly have to do so on parchment? How absolutely, maddeningly... old fashioned. Paper. Honestly. Was it so difficult to use paper? He was the lord of Hell, for Hell's ( Read more... )

The only problem with being lazy and sleeping most of the day because you don't have classes is that you wake up and want to do something different. Too bad it was after midnight now and most everybody was asleep ( Read more... )

It was slowly ticking towards curfew but it wasn't bothering Luke overly much. He'd discovered a marathon of old Galaxy Quest episodes and was entirely too caught up in laughing until he cried at the terrible dialogue and sound effects ( Read more... )

Aravis was bored, but didn't want to be in her room when curfew hit if she could help it. So that was why a girl and her dog were sitting on the couch, watching the only thing that had caught her attention:

Telemundo.

She had no idea why the women who spoke in another language kept screaming, or why the men wouldn't stop crying.

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The good news was that Will had picked up a new CD, with an upbeat sound that would be good for dancing to ( Read more... )

Aravis was bored, and in a particularly lazy mood.

Which was why there was a lethargic Aravis lounging on one of the couches, a sleeping rat on her stomach and a puppy at her feet (when he wasn't scampering around and nosing at things in the room.)

She idly flipped through the channels, slowly polishing off the last of her candy stash.

[zomg, ( Read more... )

Aravis was curled up on the couch, watching the television with a faint mixture of horror and interest ( Read more... )