Which, the mun decided, took place on the 11th, so as not to interfere with the sex bomb plot ( Read more... )

San Francisco was rioting.

( Herein bad things happen, with spoilers for about half of 'Dark Avengers/X-men: Utopia #1.' )

Dear Glorfindel,

I've heard that you have been sorted. I'm glad you didn't get thrown out of the school.

Are you still interested in tea with me?

Signed, Princess Toadstool

Peach!

A pale, elegant woman in black walked across the floor of the sorting room. Her heels clacked on the stone and the sound echoed off the walls. Feathery eyelashes framed wide, artificial eyes. The iris focused in and out like a camera lens as she took in her surroundings, mouth agape. She lowered her hood and stopped in the center of the room ( Read more... )

((Pertinent details: Pointy-eared Elf-Lord, older than dirt. I'm playing it as though the two Glorfindels in Tolkienverse are one and the same, as the author himself said was the case. Upon being resurrected, Glorfindel was granted Mary Sue powers on par with the Maiar (aka Gandalf and Saruman and the other Istari). In other words, mad powah. For ( Read more... )

Jing finds the weather here rather pleasant, when it's not pouring. He finds the steps of the castle a wonderful place to sit and observe the going-ons of the residents of this bizarre school, at least when he's not in the Great Hall ( Read more... )

The following anonymous post appeared on the compy network.

For the purposes of curiosity ( Read more... )

It started last week, when one of the house elves handed Fields a tube of lipstick and said it had her name on it, so here it was. Fields turned the tube over, and sure enough, on the bottom was stamped "Strawberry Field," a light mauve-pink ( Read more... )

((I'm blaming this on you, Backup, and TV Tropes. From Hollywood Healing: Yet Bruce Wayne's corporate headshots are perfect time and time again, and James Bond never shows up at an embassy dinner with two shiners and a wad of gauze over his nose, even if he's just been hit in the face by an iron bar.It was supposed to be a quick job. A turncoat ( Read more... )

The woman appeared in the Sorting Room in mid-fall, just barely managing to tuck into a roll before hitting the ground. She quickly got up and brushed herself off. She wore a green tank top and tan shorts, and had her hair pulled back into a single braid. While she had piercing brown eyes, that wasn't the first thing that caught anyone's ( Read more... )