James had gone out for the afternoon, and when he returned towards five in the evening, he made his way up to his and Greg's room ( Read more... )

There was a small, cosy bar in the Lodge. It was generally only open after midday and shut at around four in the afternoon, before opening again at about six, around dinner time. The bar was furnished with tables and chairs, as well as oversized couches by the bay window or around the open fireplace. There were deer heads and other prized animal ( Read more... )

[OOC: Follows straight after this thread.]James awoke about an hour after falling asleep. He opened his eyes and the first thing he saw was Sophie settled close to him on the bed. That made him startle, and he automatically went to snatch his arm away from her. He stopped himself just in time, swallowed thickly and carefully extracted his arm from ( Read more... )

Her arrival, perhaps, was not as smooth as she would have liked. She'd been taken in the back of a dumpy blue truck from New York to here - where was 'here' again? The Opus Dei had gotten wind of her and she'd had to go out the back-exit of her hotel. Someone had been waiting, thank goodness, from the Priory. But it had still been terrifying ( Read more... )

He wasn't thrilled about shipping his bike across the country, but he knew there was no way he could ride that far. And no way he could get James to ride that far with him, in any case. And the bike was really the only thing they were sending to Montana. Everything else they'd buy when they got there. Greg had his cane, his iPod, his tooth brush, ( Read more... )

These links follow the chronology of Greg and James' story since James arrived in New York in grand_cntrl_stt. Some links are NSFW.

James arrives in New York and meets Greg in Greg's new clinic. (Link eventually NWS)

The morning after James arrives in New York. (NWS)

James meets Sophie Neveu in a cafe.

Sophie comes to the clinic in search of James, much to ( Read more... )