"So," Dr. Cockroach begins, rubbing his hands together gleefully, "what's the topic tonight ( Read more... )

"Tonight we're talking about Christmas. Holidays. How do you handle them? Feel about them? Celebrate them?

"Give me a call. Let me know. Lines are open."

Jack's had a bit of a look around, but he's decided to head back to the radio station. It's comfortable. Familiar. Something he's used to ( Read more... )

So, Jack, he's a bright guy, he managed to meander-limp himself out of the building (he's still got that bad knee) - once he realized it wasn't some extremely elaborate hoax. He's still not entirely sure where he is, but, so far, he's thinking it's better than where he was ( Read more... )

Van Helsing is leaning against the side of a building. He doesn't know which one it is, it was a wall that made for a nice solid something to lean on. Leaning is good. Relaxing. Add 'thinking' to that and he's pretty busy. He doesn't appear to be doing much, thus folks are free to chat at him. Just give him a moment if he doesn't seem to ( Read more... )

It wasn't enough that he was in prison for something he didn't do (never had any intention of doing - ever), but now he was also going to miss lunch. Prison sucked enough as it was. Missing meals made it worse ( Read more... )