Hurricane Irene kind of messed up my writing times and mood. Whoops.

*fist shakes at the hurricane*

Also, unrelated snippet from the local news:

"So, you ran, from Brooklyn to Manhatten, over the bridge, in a hurricane, shirtless, to a mandatory evacuation zone."
"Well, when you say it like that, it just sounds sinister."

( Also, there may've been writers block. )

The cell wasn’t large enough for the three of them.

Really, it probably wasn’t even large enough for two; not and still be anything resembling comfortable, at any rate. Still, despite that there were plenty of unoccupied cells around them, they had all been thrown in to the same one. It was probably done to make things as ( Read more... )

The surgeries had to be kept a certain time apart, but that didn't mean that there weren't complications. Even limiting them to one per week -- things had to heal, after all, which was the whole point of them to begin with -- , the minibot patient was left in quite a bit of pain. It didn't help that said patient absolutely refused the sedation ( Read more... )

At first, Cliffjumper was confused. He had woken at what his chronometor claimed was an entirely too early hour, only to find that there was no one else there. No heavy body holding him down, no heavy air blowing past his helm, not even the faint red glow of another set of optics.

It took a moment to remember why. It took even longer to get ( Read more... )

    
( GRRR )

           
( SHORTNESS. )