John's been worn from stress, unable to sleep. As far as he can tell, Milliways is disintegrating as fast as Rattman's game against Luer in '22, and there's no real telling what will happen next.

That would be okay; he'd prepared -- somewhat -- for that, but he can't make it to his cache in the woods anymore. Using the route through the staff ( Read more... )

When Sariel walks through the door tonight (it would've led to her quarters, if there hadn't been an interdimensional pub in the way), the first thing she notices is not the hole in the floor, nor the rotting back doorframe. It's the strange, unsettling here-gone-here-again-gone shimmer to the place ( Read more... )

Okay. Several people told Ellen the other day that they'd come help out with the mutants. She's good with that, she really is, she's deeply and powerfully grateful because BEHEMOTH and OUTDOORS and TONGUE MONSTERS and MUTANTS WITH ASSAULT RIFLES and we mentioned OUTDOORS, right? Fighting a Behemoth when it has no allies and it's constrained by the ( Read more... )

Today, Tavi is at a table, with lemonade and crackers and cheese and fruit next to him--a perfect summer snack. There's an open book in front of him, and several pieces of paper with notes underneath and next to him, with pen and ink accessible. There's also a stack of books just out of reach. Anyone who looks will note the strange assortment of ( Read more... )

Ellen eases the door open before ducking swiftly through and slamming it shut. "Oh, thank God," she says to no one in particular. "I was starting to think I wouldn't find it here ( Read more... )

It's so bright. That's the first thing she notices ( Read more... )

Mary has mostly abandoned the idea of becoming a spy for England and sowing misinformation in Germany over the next four years. (Mostly. Not entirely ( Read more... )

The last day of Cubefall was a fascinating experience, to put it mildly. It's going to be quite some time before Ellen sorts out everything she learned and felt about the experience. She expected that. What she didn't expect is the nightmares she's been having since then about power-armored men with horned helmets and glowing gold eyes, and ( Read more... )

[OOM, just before: At home.]The Hawkeye who steps through the door today looks a little different than the last couple of times. Namely: she's in civvies. Her hair is loose around her shoulders, and she's wearing a khaki skirt and flats and a turquoise jacket over a white blouse ( Read more... )

Data is sitting on one of the comfy chairs by the fire with his violin again, playing a Vivaldi piece in B minor.

Completely botherable. Although his eyes are closed while he is playing, so you might have to get his attention. Or he may notice you after he has finished the piece.