Evan... didn't want to go back.

He'd kind of forgotten just how easily this place could become home, and he'd known but he'd never fully realized just how much people hated... not just him, but everyone like him, back in his own world. He hadn't lasted long there before, when he'd been sent here to give him a chance to sort of breathe, and then he ( Read more... )

Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable ( Read more... )

Evan frowned as he stared at the letter in his hands, turning it over once, twice. It was addressed to him from the headmaster of the Jean Grey School, and he'd gotten it this morning, much to his chagrin ( Read more... )

Evan was antsy today at the Book Haven for reasons he couldn't quite put a finger on. It felt like there was something lingering just over the horizon that was ominous, imposing... heavy, somehow. Like it was lurking just around the corner, watching, waiting ( Read more... )

So, it was completely possible that Evan had managed to absolutely miss that anything weird had happened on the island at all. Sure, the weather had been a bit gross, and the clouds overhead had left everything looking a bit more washed out than usual, but just outright weird? Nah ( Read more... )

Evan had come in to work today expecting some sort of crazy. It always sort of seemed like a safe bet, after all, that where there was books around here, there would often be chaos. It was just that sometimes the chaos was a little less blatant than others ( Read more... )

Eleanor was absolutely not nervous as the entered the animal shelter. There was no reason to be nervous. She was just accompanying Evan -- and his puppy and his tiny dinosaur -- while he bought some pet food. There was nothing significant or momentous about today in the slightest, because she herself was just going to go into the animal shelter, ( Read more... )

Evan had been all prepared to come into work at the bookstore, which more often than not was at least somewhat more sane for him than his Sunday library shifts tended to be.

Except, quite the opposite of his time at the library on Sunday, today there wasn't a single pop-up book to be seen. Anywhere. And NPC parents kept coming in with their ( Read more... )

Hands! Evan had hands again! It had happened with little fanfare and in the most boring way possible, which suited him just fine. He'd gone to sleep last night curled up under his nice cozy bedsheets with OL and Ozzy at the foot of his bed sleeping the way normal dogs and dinosaurs do, and he'd woken up this morning, naked but at least covered, ( Read more... )

Um.

So much of Evan's reactions to things lately could be summed up with 'um,' it seemed. Today's 'um' was the island's latest bout of bookstore mischief, because he'd nearly had to chase a few getaway books out the door when he opened it this morning for the start of his shift.

He wasn't going to ask why some of the books had been outfitted with ( Read more... )