Maybe Osaka was just being dense as usual, but she sure didn't remember a lake last time she was here ( Read more... )

Tilda inna bar.

By the fire furnace ( Read more... )

Hey, here's somebody who hasn't been around in a while ( Read more... )

The door opens before River; she doesn't touch the handle, nor push. (On Serenity's side, this doorway is an open arch between hall and kitchen, the sliding doors recessed into the wall as they nearly always are.) Her fingers drift over the doorframe, the smooth sudden transition between metal and hardwood, as she steps through ( Read more... )

Privately, the Librarian is of the opinion that no amount of assistance from the humans is going to be enough to save the Great Library, no matter what universe they hail from. It has had far too much experience of humans to be anything but cynical of their capabilities. On the other claw, there is no point in simply giving up, not when the minds ( Read more... )

Gerbil + 250 IQ + human form + emo + Vermouth = Artie.

Japanese schoolgirl + bean paste roll + short attention span = Osaka.

Guardian + keytool + energy shake + plate of chips + wedding guest list + thoughtful look = Bob.

Seer + grumpyface + newspaper with unpleasant headlines = Dominic Deegan.

Something is very wrong here.

Osaka has a melon roll, but she's not eating it. Instead, she's holding it up at eye level, giving it the kind of intense, scrutinizing stare usually reserved for works of fine art or pieces of malfunctioning machinery.

What's going on here?

The door to the broom closet* creaks open, and a very large, very cheerful purple polka-dotted head peeks out ( Read more... )

Ironhide is the one dealing with Rad and any questions of space bridge technology that might or might not be viable in their world. Bumblebee has little, if anything, to do with that. He's still a little edgy, though. Anything involving the Nullspark, even at a couple of removes, tends to have that effect on him after the fight in the garage ( Read more... )

There is an interesting sight in a clear space in a corner by the bar door. Duo and Filif are there, with a tangle of Christmas lights and several boxes of ornaments. The tree is carefully sorting through increasingly gaudily colored stars and icicles and balls, while Duo stands on a stool and tries to affix a star to the top of Filif's baseball ( Read more... )