This semester would be the first time in... ever, Chuck had actually had a dorm room to himself. In three years here. Part of him theorised that this was going to be awesome because no more sleeping on couches (there had been a few of those occasions over the years). The other part, was feeling like it was way too empty for his liking and he was ( Read more... )

Chuck had found himself back in the middle of the grounds last night, completely disorientated, but otherwise unharmed. The cloying darkness was gone, the auditors were gone, and the time of day was... completely different. He'd managed in some haze to get himself back to the dorms and to bed, but that was about the extent of his mental capacity ( Read more... )

Chuck had pushed through the last week or so on pure optimism. Just because he hadn’t heard much from Ellie lately, didn’t mean anything to worry about. Did it? His freaking out had remained internal. Schrodinger did theorize that a lack of evidence didn’t mean anything much. Fact requires observation. It said, everything was fine unless proven ( Read more... )

The last week or so, couldn't be called Chuck's worst week ever. Far from it -- that was reserved for underwater mutant city of doom -- but it wasn't high up with the best either. Watching everyone's happy and together family time on the weekend hadn't really helped with that ranking ( Read more... )