When she wakes up, spreadeagled across a lounge, she blinks, then blinks again, trying to make sense of where she is and how she got there. As she sits up, staring around herself, she realises that it's the lobby of the hotel. Her mind's fuzzy, but she vaguely remembers ... lights? Yes, that's right, lights, glowing and forming trails across her ( Read more... )

That first trip off the asteroid might have been a bad idea ( Read more... )

Martha steps out into the spaceport with her handbag clutched in one hand and a magazine in the other. She never did manage to catch up with Julia, but she did take the rest of Sawyer's advice and get herself a shuttle ticket to one of the other asteroids, just to see what was out there. And the asteroid greenhouse was just as amazing as she ( Read more... )

"Lanky lizards!"

Weetzie couldn't believe her eyes when she and Slinkster Dog entered the pool area. She was decked out in the best retro swimwear she could find: a polka-dotted red bikini that Esther Williams could have worn. She wore a flower in her spit-curled blond hair, too, just like Esther, and perfect red lipstick and a bracelet with ( Read more... )

Today, she has decided that it's the perfect time to go for a walk in the park. She had a new black, lace parasol that has just been waiting for her to try it out. Besides, going out for a walk means that her hands will be free. That's an advantage for her. No shopping bags to prevent the use of one pretty parasol ( Read more... )

Ain't a damn thing says he can't sit at the bar all by his lonesome and have a drink, just like there ain't a damn thing says he can't see if he could figure out a way into what's got to be about the single most potentially lucrative business on this rock. There's got to be a way. There's got to be... oh, some angle, some way to play it so it makes ( Read more... )

It's time she went home ( Read more... )

It's been precisely three hours, eleven minutes, and twenty-three seconds since the asteroid's power failure. The benefit of having been on the roof -- for him, at least -- is that it's provided an easy way to survey the scene. Being a trained Turk and something of a reconnaissance specialist has its merits and he has never begrudged himself his ( Read more... )

He is and always has been a meticulous host. His attention to detail is, after all, one of his strengths, and it's the thing that makes him able to do the things he does back in Gotham. And keep the fact that it's him doing them a secret. When he organizes events, he puts a great deal of effort into making sure that they go off smoothly. Since ( Read more... )

The quiet upstairs is just too overwhelming for him to even begin to know what to do about it. For the first time in a long time, he doesn't even know what to do with himself. He keeps telling himself maybe he was wrong. Maybe that whole thing with the front desk computer didn't really happen. Maybe he just dreamed it. Maybe he's dreaming now, and ( Read more... )