Hecate takes a seat near the fire. She has a glass of Atlantean, and a (presently) blank sketchpad, with what look like ordinary drawing tools ( Read more... )

The Scottish winter, real as it seems, doesn't bother Hecate ( Read more... )

Dusk ( Read more... )

[OOM: Poughkeepsie and elsewhere: The Aftermath.]The door opens on a New York City alleyway and Ray walks in wearing his jumpsuit, covered in an impressive amount of slime. "I don't know about anybody else," he says, "but I kind of think this might just be the best start to November ever. Also? I really need coffee ( Read more... )

The last time Cyrus was on the other side of the bar, he was a grad student supplementing his meager TA income with a two night a week job at a pub near the USC campus. He's sure he can get the hang of it again, but just looking at the vast number and variety of bottles, he feels a bit overwhelemed. And privileged. There are scotches here he has ( Read more... )

Coming ashore earlier was ... interesting ( Read more... )

"Are you paying attention?"

"Hmmm?" Alanna slowly realizes she's been absorbed in watching customers for the last few minutes, and hasn't heard a word Indy has said. "Oh, of course!" she insists, aiming for indignation that he would even think to question her dedication ( Read more... )

Before yesterday, Fox thought Halloween was fun.

Free food given out and collected by costumed kids. Can't go wrong with that! Especially when the kids decide to share the sugary booty.

Then he got into the costume fun and now he is firmly of a mind to leave Halloween to the humans.

Being cold and icy and mono-verbal sucks!

[oom: Sometimes you have to accept the weird]

Guppy is by the infirmary, with a thermos flask of tea.

The doctor is in____________________ ( Read more... )

When he wakes up, Doc feels himself pressed against something rough, and he reaches a hand out but comes up with nothing but air. That snaps his eyes open in a hurry and he glances around. He's ( Read more... )