[Bela looks a bit tousled. She's in the suit and skirt she wore during her nanomite excursion, torn and smutched, with her cat curled up on her lap. She scratches between Lisbeth's ears lightly, faint lines of tension pinched at the corners of her mouth ( Read more... )

I remember someone recently asked how people personally defined loyalty. My question, I suppose, is a bit different--what's the point to it ( Read more... )

[Private to Tony]

[Whatever was here is so deeply scratched out as to be completely illegible]

[Filtered to Irene, Bruce, Facilier, Sark, McCullen... ...BASICALLY IF YOU'RE SOMEONE BELA CONSIDERS A FRIEND WORTHWHILE ASSOCIATE, YOU'RE ON THIS FILTER.]

Come to my room. I don't care where you are. Do it.

[A little girl of about ten or eleven eases out of Bela Talbot's room, wearing pajamas that are far too large and a fuzzy bathrobe that swamps her. She's cradling a purring Siamese cat in her arms and looking mightily confused ( Read more... )

The mention of a chess tournament makes me curious--how many here play? And who might be interested in a match?

[Spam for Bruce Banner][It didn't take a lot of debate to decide she wasn't up for a public shower. But the thought of sitting in her room needing one wasn't exactly the way she wanted to spend the evening, either ( Read more... )

I'm

There's not

I don't

Can we

Can we talk?