Jim had walked Pam to her job, and while he wanted to go straight to Veronica's room, he didn't. It was still only nearing nine in the morning, and Jim knew what he was like when people woke him up that early. Still, he had the picture to show her, and god, he wanted to show her it right at that moment. He knew she'd want to see the kid she'd ( Read more... )

It seemed like the party had gone on forever, but it eventually did wear down, and things were cleaned up. It was nighttime when Jim walked Pam back to their hut, sore and tired but happy. His hand clasped Pam's hand tightly as he led her, and stopped for a moment when they were close enough to see it. Without a word he grinned and let go of her ( Read more... )

Jim sighed, staring at the blank page in front of him ( Read more... )

He was up before Tim was. Being on the last level of the compound, it was hard to tell what time it was, but his watch was telling him it was six hours after he had fallen asleep. That made it pretty early in the morning, though he didn't try to fall back asleep. He knew he wouldn't be able to. Instead, he got up and cleaned himself up, spending a ( Read more... )

Jim hadn't seen Carter in a long time. He wasn't sure if it was because of what had happened during the opposite weekend or if it was because of something worse. Jim refused to think it was the latter, though it did leave him in a bind. He was short one usher and there was only a week to find another one ( Read more... )

There were no words to describe how perfect the dress Sansa had made Pam was ( Read more... )

( Jim/Pam log )

( Sansa-Jim log )

Jim had been trying to keep busy to keep his mind off what happened with Tim. For the rest of that day, he had sort of kept to himself, messing around and eventually finishing the crude version of red, blue, green, and yellow paints - the priest he had met while he had been looking for supplies had been right, you could make colors using flowers. ( Read more... )

( Jim-Jon log )