It is strange to be grateful after what's happened to us all but I have two big opportunities coming up. I've been asked to contribute to a book about baseball and I've been approached to cover the Olympics in London next year. It's rather exciting ( Read more... )

And I still can't just die.

[Since getting separated from Hector, Echo was doing her best to stay alive. While she didn't consider herself anything close to a fighter she'd seen enough movies to know a little about what to do in a situation like this. Holing up in one of the rooms, she made sure to have a variety of objects nearby that she could use in case of an attack, the ( Read more... )

[Andromache took advantage of the daylight hours and a quiet, private moment to contact Hector. She missed him, which was strange, given that they were in the same building. Her voice was uncertain when she spoke into the camera, leaning forward a little, confusion evident as she wasn't sure if this was working correctly]

Hector?

[ Polyxena's death had been enough of a blow for the Trojan. Cassandra's death by one of his former Gods' hands had been the cherry on top of the cake. He had reverted into silence, blunt efficiency because anything else would just make him waste precious weapons against anything alien that moved. And the mocking words of those beings. Aeneas ( Read more... )

The youngest of Troy's household suffered a fatal blow to her wise little head. We actually missed which bellhop did it, too. It was a rare moment of everyone blinking at the same time. But, really, little one, you really didn't have any luck. Let this be a belated lesson to you about trying to be alone ( Read more... )

We may be used to strange phenomenons, but we should never let our guards down, least of all in a place like this. If you feel safer barricading yourself within a room, do so. If you feel you can reach out to others and stay together, even with one other person, be careful. My sister was right: there's something not right about this place. It's ( Read more... )

[Do ghosts have a smell? Andromache never thought she'd asked that question but, huddled in the corner of her room, trying to keep hidden from the banging and clattering and roaring outside, she could have sworn that the smell of sour alcohol and stale cigarettes permeated the room. An occasional coherent bellow "Don't 'Mr Hermann' me! I'll tell ( Read more... )

Twinkle, twinkle little star
How I wonder what you are
Are you red or are you blue
And do you want to eat me too?

[She thinks this is beautiful, the room she has woken in. This princess is wary though, because every time something like this happens... it never ends well.

Sigh.

For the moment she allows herself to enjoy the comfort of this oriental-styled bed. Then she rolls over to type a quick message in her computer.]Please do not let your guards down. ( Read more... )