If there are better ways to spend a lazy Sunday afternoon in the dead of summer than sitting out on the balcony of a beach house with a couple of bottles of beer, a cart full of snacks, and one of your best friends, Dilan can't think of it at the moment ( Read more... )

Ansem's new apprentice has been part of the team for three weeks, two days, six hours, and fourteen minutes.

In that time he has managed to screw up four experiments, three desks, five computers, and Dilan's filing system.

Dilan is in the labs several hours before he's expecting anyone else to even be awake (the sun isn't due for another hour), ( Read more... )

Dilan had one half of a strawberry margarita, and is cheerfully listing to the right. He's singing, and he's drunk enough that it's in-tune and fairly pleasing, but since he forgot the words about three minutes ago he's singing the biological cycle of the goldfish. He could be derailed.

Dilan usually isn't the last one in the labs, but Xenahort managed to blow something in his workstation and he's got the choice of staying late to fix it, or having to come in again in the morning instead ( Read more... )