In an encyclopeda, the axolotl is defined as a Mexican neotenic mole salamanders belonging to the Tiger Salamander complex. In practice, it is something like a cross between Kirby and a Wooper ( Read more... )

Katara passed a note on from Sokka. Mel read it quickly, but not thoroughly. He's in Metropolis, she's left looking after the children ( Read more... )

[OOS: The story of a brown eyed blonde, which makes the case many times

It is polite to ask before you bend someone over. ]

This white-sanded beach on the sticky coast of Florida is quiet, except for the hollars of birds, and the gentle rushing of the surf--

FLASH! BANG!

--and the suddenly-appearing man, who stumbles in shock, his mouth open but no words reaching his tongue.

There is a little robot hanging around the Cooper farm.

No. No, not that one. That is a big robot ( Read more... )

So Steve made these little radios, you see.

And Gabriel went off somewhere at some point and he, um, well, he hasn't been answering his.

And Steve is worried. (If Sylar has done something untoward, then Steve swears to any Shattered gods that he will kick the man's psychopathic assFortunately, he knows of at least two people on the farm who might ( Read more... )

FlashBANG ( Read more... )

The jet is complete. The jedi meditation is going well. The jetpack has been stripped down, confirmed to be sound, and lovingly reassembled. (And his arm, it should be noted, has been bandaged and slung up and no longer looks like something tried to bite it off ( Read more... )

Steve just spent several hours in a bad, bad place.

Spooky-noises, monster-attacks, bloody-wire dead-people bad.

And now he is out. Walking, carrying his jetpack in case it shorts out again, and indescribably jumpy.

Oh. Oh. he has a radio. A radio which until recently was good only for alarming bursts of static when something was about ( Read more... )

Local genius.

Overworked, oversexed and over by the kraken pond.