For some, the weekend spent on the island had been quieter than for others. It wasn't that Algren wasn't interested in getting out there and fighting zombie gremlins (though there was some Fandom-related trauma there that had involved both zombies and gremlins, once upon a time, that he didn't care to revisit), and it wasn't even that he hadn't ( Read more... )

Vincent missed Eureka's jukebox. Nothing helped a slow day pick up the pace like a little Pink while bussing tables or basting pheasants. Sure, Luke's had a sound system, but Vincent almost never turned it on. That was just asking to draw too much attention to the little restaurant -- and more importantly, to the several human-sized hidey holes ( Read more... )

Notices had gone out to all and sundry, inviting both those who still lived on the island as well as those who'd moved away to come back for a dance at the Fandom Town community center, in celebration of the 43rd (give or take a day) anniversary of the original moon landing, as well as the wonderful summer they were having.

Once people arrived, they ( Read more... )

It had taken a day or so, but Kerrigan had finally recuperated from the severe blow losing most of her Swarm had dealt to her system. She'd assumed her human guise anew and arranged some housing for River and herself, and now ( Read more... )

Although the weekend was almost over, the esteemed alumni of Fandom High were not getting away without one last get-together. The park had been deemed too cold for the event, so the community center had been set up again with tasteful blue and yellow streamers and real flowers on the tables, although there might have been a few paper flowers still ( Read more... )

If anyone could recall the dance from the night before, they would have thought that it was decorated tastefully compared to what was going on tonight. There were streamers, balloons and what appeared to be paper flower ornaments everywhere. All done in yellow and blue for the proud graduates of Fandom High, of course ( Read more... )

There had already been a detention for some other kids yesterday, but the school had phoned in Kerrigan because there were a few more on the list that desperately needed disciplining. Sadly, she doubted that meant 'being allowed to take tissue samples' (going by one of the two people on the list) or even 'making them run laps outside and catch ( Read more... )

Another slow, slow week had passed on by, irrelevant and tedious ( Read more... )

Once upon a time, Kerrigan might've joked something about the beach being nice and quiet - something approaching a joke, anyway.

She didn't have such inclinations now. The beach was the most silent place on the island, at the best of days; while she could shield now, unlike she once did, the back chatter was always there, a worse limitation than ( Read more... )

"Well. This is inconvenientKerrigan glared across the broken causeway in annoyance. Or maybe not broken: just... absent, where its most essential pavement should be. The large black crack that ran through it looked a lot like an unbridgable gap ( Read more... )