A man is walking down a street somewhere in the Bahamas. He is in his 50s or 60s, but moves like one much younger. He is carrying a hunting bag.

A light flashes and the world melts away. When it returns, he is in the middle of a wasteland. He frowns, perplexed, then shrugs and looks around. After a few moments he decides to start a campfire, and ( Read more... )

Imriel is sitting in the shelter.

Brooding.

It's a hobby of his.

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Johriel Ashedoi has a purpose.

It's one she chose herself, which is abominably odd, but still. It's very comforting.

Which is why she's currently patrolling the Cooper farm, keeping an eye out for potential threats and generally looking as businesslike as a colourless Solid Lady in a slightly dingy white dress can look.

Stephen Bell has taken over much of the Cooper living room, and is buried in blueprints and choice pieces of salvage metal which are starting to take the shape of complicated switchboards and ridiculously powerful engines. Tremble in your robot boots, Jetstorm, because Vader II is rising Frankenstein's monster-like from the wreckage.

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Here is Gray.

His clothes are torn and bloodstained and he's sitting under what remains of the roof of an abandoned gas station, cross-legged on a space of floor mostly cleared of rubble, feasting on scavenged meal replacement bars which are (contrary to packaging) not at all delicious.

But he has his freedom, and therefore all is well.