The other strike team... took a little more time to find their charge. In the end they located Cecil, however, within the ruins of what had once been Things Reborn.

( The creatures that had been Cecil and Foucault slitherwalked about... )

Cecil was trying not to think about his own problem; he was really good at ignoring things when he had to, though, so he just told himself it probably wasn't a municipally approved topic, and pushed it from his mind ( Read more... )

In honor of the (finally!) warmer weather, Cecil was wearing only a light jacket today, and didn't have the heat blasting in the shop. Actually, he'd opened the door and the windows that opened, in an attempt to get a bit of light and air in the place ( Read more... )

Unpacking went a lot faster when you had multiple limbs and eyes to help; Cecil wasn't sure how he'd have managed all the unpacking today with only two eyes and two arms! There were a lot of new things in the shop: some interesting new skeletons he couldn't identify and what looked like organs in jars preserved in different colors of...something ( Read more... )

Cecil was humming a bit as he opened the store today. His sacrifice requesting arbitration with the librarians had finally been accepted, so at least the ball was rolling. It was actually a bit warmer today. And he'd had some really great phone sex with ♥Carlos♥ last night ( Read more... )

Cecil was cold. So very cold. His cold-weather gear was more photogenic than actually warm, and the wind had artfully blown his scarf from his face the entire way here ( Read more... )

After freaking out in the morning, then getting ready, then freaking out a bit more, Cecil finally made it down to the antique shop ( Read more... )

Cecil was a bit out of sorts today. He'd called Carlos to talk, and he'd hardly been able to get the words out! He'd stammered a couple times, even. Carlos had been sweet about it, but still ( Read more... )

Sheila wasn't especially observant or anything -- hell, she'd helped Monarch decorate his Christmas tree -- but she did have a menorah in the window. It made her feel like she wasn't such a bad nonobservant Jew ( Read more... )

Cecil had ended up sucking it up and going home for Thanksgiving. The Dead Citizens' Impersonation Contest had been outstanding as always, Old Woman Josie had gifted him some of her lovely cornbread (the angels hadn't even run off with the salt in a while), and Carlos had at least consented to a bit of necking on the sofa, so it hadn't been too bad ( Read more... )