The Masquerade Ball was different, this was a party for adults and Buffy had wanted it to be a little bit like the Ball in Labyrinth because seriously who didn’t think that David Bowie’s Jareth was the sexiest ever? So the entry for the adult party was more glamorous (at least Buffy hoped) and the interior continued that theme. There was an area ( Read more... )

It hadn't been a decision easily made. But if it would bring Raven any measure of peace, Charles wasn't one to say no. Mitchell had been so sure that this idea might work that perhaps he had let himself be convinced as well ( Read more... )

Eventually, Charles knew he should go back to teaching his classes. He should be responsible, he knew. But in a way, he felt like he was just settling back in to the village, finding himself here, with Jack and his friends; Elle. He was liked here, loved. After being alone for so long (apologies, Hank), it took some getting used to. He sat in front ( Read more... )

(ooc: Charles is back from being canon-updated through XMen: Days of Future Past - post under a cut to hide spoilers)

( We must have hope (spoilers ahoy) )

Will Graham wasn't walking alone. He had Petey, King and Maple with him, the dogs straining at the leash to run free and play: something which would have to wait until they got to the park. But Will was smiling; he felt good. Healthy, clear-eyed and free. He was also thinking of bringing home another dog, a little one who'd just arrived at the ( Read more... )

It was a fairly simple plan, really. Most of Frank's plans were. The goal was simple, as well: to create the perfect man ( Read more... )

Sundays ... yes, Frank was aware that Sundays had a significance to some humans, what with the solemnity and the going to and fro to that one building Frank had no interest in.

He, on the other hand, was not human, and the only thing, really, that he valued was pleasure. Pleasure of all kinds. Even the simple pleasure of seeing and talking to a ( Read more... )

What fun! Jack grinned as he walked down the aisles of Helix, spotting an old Victrola. It wasn't exactly like one he'd had a very long time ago, bought from a small shop in Wales that had shipped them over from the Americas, but it still brought back memories. It had been such a luxury back then, an amazing bit of technology, but in comparison to ( Read more... )

Classes were still three or so weeks away, but as Charles was wheeling himself along the storefronts, he found himself slowing in front of the clothing stores, looking at the mannequins in the window. Perhaps a new shirt or something wouldn't be entirely out of line? While he still dressed formally to teach, perhaps it might be appropriate to wear ( Read more... )

Jack was still a crack shot, but that was only because he made it a point to practice. Which was what found him at the shooting range this afternoon. Raising his pistol, he waited until the paper target slid all the way back to the range. Then he fired off the Webley .38 mark IV, all six bullets hitting their target ( Read more... )