The researchers had the message loud and clear from the telepaths: they would find what they were seeking on the Causeway, just past the corner of the parking lot. Over there, near an unusual-looking car, where it had been sitting unperturbed for nearly a month, now.

It was a sapling.

It was tiny, but twisted, and there was an air of malevolence ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit ( Read more... )

Eleanor was still out of sorts from Ethics class yesterday. Not upset, exactly, just agitated and inclined to ruminate.

She found some music that seemed complicated and soothing and set about to finding something to straighten up.

(OCD-free!)

Upon entering the Town Hall tonight, dance attendees might notice a very definite theme tonight! A very definite, very sparkly theme tonight, with enough glitter strewn around the place that there were, in fact, glitterdrifts piling up around the edges of the dance floor. Everything was glittery, or sequiny, or rhinestoney, with a sort of sci-fi ( Read more... )

It was another brightly sunny day today, with a few clouds scattered across the sky above, and the flamingos were out in full force, congregating by the edge of the pond to watch the events that were going on in the park today. When the park got busy, food tended to be involved in great quantities, and several of the large pink birds were hoping ( Read more... )

The day that would greet Fandom's visitors was sunny with just a hint of fall crispness in the air -- perfect weather for reunions, or for almost anything else. A large tent set up in the park had been decorated with balloons, streamers, and a few minor drifts of glitter. Of course there was plenty of food, as well as tables, chairs and shadowy ( Read more... )

Jonothon was writing, today.

Not paperwork, no, though it was the end of the month and he was well aware there was no shortage of that to be done. No, he had his guitar out, today, and a sheet of paper, and a pencil, and he was trying to make music. He hadn't done that in far too long, and there was something about spending his week traveling ( Read more... )

So Eleanor and Celia were on complicated terms at the moment. It wasn't bad, they weren't exactly fighting, but neither of them were budging, which was casting a serious pall over an already long week ( Read more... )

Eleanor did not want to talk about R. Kelly. Eleanor did not want to talk about her time trapped, quite literally, in a closet. Eleanor did not want to talk about all twenty-bloody-seven chapters of that insane, ridiculous song.

Groovy Tunes was open. Just don't ask her about her recent gremlin encounter, all right?

(SP FROM ME OKAY?)

Today was another one that was difficult to place musically. Eleanor grabbed CDs in piles of six or seven at a time, but ended up returning them after only a minute or two. Soothing music didn't fit her jangling nerves, and upset music just made her feel worse.

Maybe she'd put on some of Aunt Grace's music and have done with it.

(FLEEING back to ( Read more... )