With the Council term winding down and the new set of five being voted into place, Joe was cleaning up his shit in the Council office, prepared to take everything he'd ended up storing there over the past few months. This wasn't his place anymore. The one thing he'd wanted, the one thing he'd worked so fucking hard to get was coming to pass and ( Read more... )

When it came down to it, Joe really should have realized a long time ago that things were too comfortable, too fucking level for it to last much longer. Between Dale, not being on the fucking Council anymore, and Logan and Neil getting married, he was feeling pretty damn good about life on the island and the problem with Joe being satisfied with ( Read more... )

When he was bored, Joe knew he could go to the Council office and maybe do something Council related, but he still hadn't quite gotten used to the idea that he was working on the island in such an official capacity. It was a weird sort of position to be in, so Joe avoided the office and went straight to the rec room, picking through the film reels ( Read more... )