Shay has a guitar. He's using it to play loud electric guitar music!

Possibly this would be better left until sometime when the sun isn't just rising, but surely nobody will be disturbed by his playing? Surely!

Shay is sprawled out in the snow, his shirt and shoes set a little way away, grinning and chewing on a blade of grass.

Eventually he'll realise that it was a little bit silly to teleport all the way to Africa to get a blade of grass. Possibly he'll also realise that this is a good way to get hypothermia.

The cargo liner is now nestled amongst the ruins of an old castle - Presumably from somewhere in the UK or Europe. More specifically, the castle is missing a wall, and the back sixth of the cargo liner is nestled in it while the rest of it pokes out. There's also a skyscraper buried in the ground, tilting slightly. Shay is very proud of the new ( Read more... )

Sitting in the shadow of Shay's fort is Conway, sprawled out atop a stray pile of hay from the stairs.

He's carving a little figure out of a piece of wood he found near the outskirts of town and singing softly in Gaelic.

Loathe as he is to admit it, he really is a Rankin, through and through -- he's got the voice of an angel.

Bother him? He's getting ( Read more... )

Shay's spent most of the day at an undisclosed location somewhere in Metropolis.

He's back on the fort, now, waiting for Conway, looking a little smarter than usual - Only a little. As in, he washed the mud off his jeans. It's the effort that counts, right?

One moment 46 was in her brightly lit room, reading with the UV lamp on, waiting for her turn to run the tunnel. The next she's outside, and it's evening - it wasn't evening before, was it? - and there's no one aroundNo one ( Read more... )

The great thing about forts is the sunbathing ( Read more... )

[ooc: A little info on Conway can be found here, in convenient first person narrative form!]

Another winter had come and gone and Conway found himself leaving his cabin and wandering the western shore of his island, once again in search of work. Sure, he could go to Sydney and easily get a job at the pier, but he refused to work on a ship ever again ( Read more... )