[It's been a few days since regaining her jacket from the post office and Margot sits outside of 1445 Mitchell Road on the porch wearing it, smoking a cigarette. It's similar in design to a duster, but black and made of what looks to be scales. It's lined with faded silver designs and looks beat up, like it's been through a lot ( Read more... )

Godsdamn, why now? Why does this have to happen now? Stupid question, but is there any way to tell if someone's gone home for good, not just been droned for a period of time ( Read more... )

[Have one (1) Margot sitting in the driveway, in the car, trying to figure out how to use the thing ( Read more... )

I got something awesome back. [/sarcasm ( Read more... )

[After her talk with Zevran about the milkman, Margot is curious ( Read more... )

[There is one very confused weaver waking up in a bed at 1445 Mitchell Road. The first thing she notices is, well, the sudden regain of depth perception, and the next is that she is lying next to a man. Oh gods ( Read more... )