Navaan was once again behind the counter of Dite's Decadent Delights, where hand-crafted chocolate and pastry confections could be bought. They were expensive, but they were worth every penny ( Read more... )

James wasn't really sure where he'd woken up, it hadn't been his room at Fettes, or Aunt Charmian's place, though he supposed it was better than... well, best not to think about it ( Read more... )

Now firmly under the control of Mr. White, the Auditors were becoming a little... more coordinated. They had found some of their powers failing that morning, which was terrifying, but then Mr. White had given them that look and they had given in to their bodies' apprehensiveness and scurried off ( Read more... )

It was nearly the end of the lunch hour, and Topher still hadn't met his quota.

Ever since he had been turned out onto the street by his one-time benefactor, Topher had been forced to satisfy a set amount of clients per day. Despite hating every minute of it, Topher had watched as his life became an endless routine of john after john, spending ( Read more... )

With plans in motion that required Dimitri to be away on Thursday, he'd managed to swap shifts with Rose ( Read more... )

Jaina was not quite herself today, so she would not be opening up the bar. On Monday she was going to have withdrawals from having gone this long without showing up to work ( Read more... )

Even after all her time in Fandom, Zoe still didn't consider herself to be very girly, but that didn't change how she felt about having the staff meeting at the spa. If nothing else, she was hoping that the calming setting would keep those who liked to argue with each other from fighting for one blessed afternoon. Getting to see what the men picked ( Read more... )

It was just another night at the bar. Just another normal night.

Except that the zombies decided to become a mariachi band. Jolee just sighed.

[OOC: If I'm slow at all, it's just because Jack Bauer is shooting people. I'm around!]

Despite spending the entire night staring off into the distance, remembering how Johnny had bought the farm, how Billy Bob had bit it, how Charlie had gone to that baseball diamond in the sky, and how Tiny Tim...oh poor Tiny Tim, Seely had managed to hear radio, to hear the name of his girl, the only one who'd ever understood his secret past, the ( Read more... )

The thing about attempting to repress via beating your liver into submission with alcohol was that when you woke up both incredibly hungover and female, you tended to only care about the former.

Which was why Bond was glaring at a double shot of espresso in the Perk instead of taking advantage of worrying about his new anatomy like he should (and ( Read more... )