Something wakes Dawn. Did a dragon just fly by with a leathery wingflap? And when did she get that gargoyle on the ledge outside her window? Also, why isn’t it scaring her at all ( Read more... )

[It's just Quorra's voice on the Forge this time, low and curiously toneless.]

He's gone.

He's gone and all I have left are the books...

[A sharp intake of breath. Her voice wavers, almost breaks, as if she's trying very hard to hold back tears.]

...I don't want them any more.

It's not fair. I didn't even get to say goodbye.

[ Arthur has, in fact, regained his voice. But he's choosing to type today as he has some important pictures he's taken that he wants to share with you all. ]

Face facts, Anatole.

( cut to save your flists from adorable animals )

So I think we should have a party.

[ Short and sweet. This isn't an announcement: she's starting a conversation. Except like, with everyone. ]

[Sitting at a small table inside the shop, a small smudge of flour on her nose. A small glass terrarium sits on the tabletop, and with three brightly colored butterflies inside. (Two pink, one teal if you're looking.)]

Just an eff-why-eye that Elric and Summers Muffin Alchemy Incorporated is fully incorporational again. I mean operationalFor those ( Read more... )

[When Quorra's image appears on the Forge, she looks a little...strung out, for lack of a better term. Paler than usual. Her eyes are wider than they've ever been, unblinking, and she's fidgeting in place, twisting her fingers together, jiggling her leg, twitching a shoulder.]

...They kicked me out. Of the library. I was just trying to read... [ ( Read more... )

It's dawn.

When you awake, it appears as if you're on a beach, on some sort of island. This wasn't what you remembered when you fell asleep last night. For a brief moment, you start to panic, until you hear her voice, calling to you ( Read more... )

I was thinking. It's about time I got out of the community apartment and struck out on my own. It's important for... independence and... the right to change the color of my walls, because seriously? I think I can do better ( Read more... )

[The video, for right now, only shows Angel. He looks about as roughed up as anyone else you've seen lately, and his face - and voice - shows pain, even if it's not obvious what kind. He appears to be leaning against a wall somewhere.]

Okay... cannibals. And they have magic. And it's really painful.

[He'll have to take a few seconds to gather ( Read more... )

[HI THERE. YOU ARE LOOKING AT AN ENORMOUS PEANUT BUTTER-CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIE.]

[IN AN OVEN.]

[Cue the Buffy voiceover.]

...you gotta be kidding me. I don't even like peanut butter.

[and then, from offscreen, a man's voice.]

Peanut butter cookies are best served with cheese!

[Buffy groans.]

Oh my God. Go away.

[And then... nothing.]