It had been an exhausting year, looking for anything that could help him find home - and Cally. Dolf was beginning to lose the fragile hope he'd gained after Cally's letter last year; he was running out of books, and out of ideas ( Read more... )

In a desperate effort to finally make some progress in his attempts to get home, Dolf had dragged a whole stack of books with him, tossed them on the counter, and got to work ( Read more... )

Dolf was pulling double - or really, triple - duty at Turtle and Canary today. First and foremost, he was manning the store, which at the moment involved rather a lot of hazardous negotiating with the panda, who had decided to block off the entire cheese aisle in a fit of pique ( Read more... )

It was just another Sunday at the store - the panda had his side, Nana had hers, and Dolf was squashed somewhere in between with his phone ( Read more... )

Britta was not happy.

She thought of not showing up. She thought of just refusing to participate in this slave labor that she as being reduced to, but then she thought about how prison would suck and how if she and Elphaba refused to work at the store to help pay for the items they had stolen yesterday, then Samus would retract the incredibly ( Read more... )

As per usual, Dolf trudged the long distance from the dorms to Turtle & Canary in the morning, Saint Bernard hot on his heels and unwilling to stay in the stables despite Dolf's best attempts. Not that he minded as much: Nana was being pretty non-drooly today, and as long as she stopped trying to bowl him over to demand pettings he was okay with it ( Read more... )

Nana had been weirdly restless lately, as if something - or someone - was calling to her. Normally Dolf wouldn't oppose anything that got the dog's attention off of... well, him, except that it meant that she spent rather a lot of time suddenly jumping to attention in doorways or barking at windows or ( Read more... )

During the afternoon, workers had built up a large firepit in the center of the park. Smaller ones were built a short distance away from it, just to make sure nobody froze during the festivities ( Read more... )

If anything was going on in Dolf's home universe at all, he didn't know: he hadn't been able to reach any of them in over a year anyway. But he was listening to the radio broadcast with some trepidation, Nana making big eyes at him from the floor ( Read more... )

Lethargy had struck Dolf once again - or rather, a headache was. He was currently slumped over on the counter while Nana drooled all over his ankles. His socks would never be the same ( Read more... )