The hour that power goes on in Diamond Castle, Vasiliy put on the moth balled snow outfit, old waterproof work boots, and began to head to the stables. Apparently Drew Montgomery had an excellent idea about hitching horses up and getting things done. There were pretty high snow drifts and there were a lot of people who hadn't had much contact and ( Read more... )

Needing some time to herself Tegan - a battered pack of Bicycle playing cards in tow - retreats to do some much needed thinking. And, while solitude was her initial goal, interruptions are not entirely unwelcome.

"And in the year two thousand and twelve, Her Majesty Rachel Caustello suffered severe injuries (in an Incident to be detailed below) and graciously stepped down from her Throne..."Adrien pauses, then resumes scribbling in a thick book. It may seem to some that he rarely frequents his office, but it's more like he's never present there in the ( Read more... )

Back from his trip to Krabi - which was as bewildering as it was relaxing - Nicholas is, nonetheless, back in his office, keeping his usual hours.

He has also begun to frequent the training grounds more; today, rather than kendō, it's knives. Tossing them one, after another, at a set of targets with an impressive amount of accuracy.

( milady, i think there's a crack in your reflection )

Vasiliy is no longer very religious, if he considers himself something, it's a Humanitarian, and he tries to drop by the Rec Center to teach useful challenging skills. So after what someone might have planned for him this morning (after leading people on a merry goose chase, he supposes, a three mile run just before the dawn and then an hour in the ( Read more... )

Silas is walking the Harvest Festival and drawing a lineface, sort of. Not the insulting kind, but the blank kind. Because he isn't sure he heard his ears right. Care to try again, only without mumbling or saying outlandish things?

Vasiliy wants to bludgeon the person who translated this Kazathstani laws book. It's clumsy, one of the most clumsy things he damn well read. He faintly wonders if someone translated it from Russian, to Kazakh, back to Russian and to English. Or some damned thing. He rubs his eyes and pushes up his reading glasses (no one must ever know ( Read more... )

Everything is Chugging. People are dying, children are crying, and people are leaving tea cups in just ridiculous places like not on Chives' tray. And this is Life ( Read more... )

The Jack of Clubs is, by all accounts, a fairly talented young lady ( Read more... )