Geoffrey was not in the best of moods. In fact, 'good' seemed to have no place around him as he seemed to have an ice pack against his jaw. Asking why was certainly not a 'good' idea. He definitely wasn't drinking 'good' coffee by the expression on his face, and any 'good' humor he had about things was going to be used up, no doubt, by his ( Read more... )

...if it wasn't enough that Tony had left for the rest of the summer, leaving the production stage manager-less, the island had decided that today, Geoffrey would be sporting a new fur coat in the middle of July ( Read more... )

Zack's shoulders were rising and falling as he worked on catching his breath. It had been a long day, and he was covered from head to toe in alligator innards and goldfish bites, and it was about to get longer, really.

He crossed his arms and stared down into the sewer, frowning thoughtfully. He'd sent out a handwavey call to anybody who might be ( Read more... )

Arthur had been a little too busy clearing up his own bizarre situation with Merlin still to be finished being played out that morning to realise about the alligators. Then, of course, Sir Minsc's class had occurred, and he had spirited outside with his sword ( Read more... )

Geoffrey had started the morning auspiciously by falling out of bed, banging his head against the closet door, jamming a nail on the door, swearing himself into making something fall on him, finally opening the door, getting his foot stuck in it, nearly twisting his knee by trying to move forward with his foot still in the door, and burning his ( Read more... )