So, Enzo appears to have acquired a niece.

Not the flying one. The one with the pointy ears, and her uncle's eyes, and a permanent one-dog entourage ( Read more... )

The Door opens on four sprites, one of them decidedly tiny and another canine in nature.

"Here you are, Ana," the green one tells the tiny one. "Welcome to... Cubefall! Oh, man! Alphanumeric!"


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Not long after the conversation with Ianto yesterday, Cal realized that he had a Door. His heart leapt for just a second, before he realized what must be on the other side ( Read more... )

Alyx spent most of the day up in her room. After her long talk with Gordon last night, she needed some time to clear her head before interacting with the general public again.

She did, however, feel obligated to come down and say 'hi' to the one who provided the impetus for the talk in the first placeA girl and her robot are down in the garage, ( Read more... )

Cal had set his son's autobiography aside for a while, but after recent events and regaining memories better left lost, he's been reading it again. It's comforting, knowing that at least one of the people he loved back home ended up happy, even if he couldn't be there to see it ( Read more... )

Over by the fire, in one of those big cushy armchairs is a bright green woman, cooing and singing softly to a little bundle in her arms with a turquoise face. Dot is still on maternity leave, and currently, she wants nothing more than to relax by the fire and talk to Mairi tonight ( Read more... )

The door opens to admit a rather scruffy and overexcited mongrel dog, being chased by Adrian.

"Haven't you got me in enough trouble today?" he asks the dog when he catches up with it.

The dog wags its tail, then bounces off to introduce himself to everyone else in the room, with the teenager following for damage control.

[tinytag: Adrian Mole]

There's a Game sprite and a red and yellow canine roughhousing out in the snow.

Botherable, if you're willing to brave the cold.

There's a Game sprite seated on one of the couches; in her lap is the head of a dozing red-and-yellow canine, who is large enough to take up the rest of said couch. Idly, she pets the dog while scrolling her way through a README file on early sprite-child care.

Botherable.

Lissar is out playing fetch with her dogs. It's fun to watch them run in the sunlight, over and over again as she tosses whatever they bring to her.