This isn't like any bar he's seen. And he's been in his fair share of bars, most of them advertising their $5 Jello shots on Tuesday nights, which Dean always manages to scrounge up some of their leftover gas money for to try at least two. Then that almost always leads to a round of tequila shots, and after that ( Read more... )

A creature about the size of a small eel slips through the fabric of the Nightside, glowing vibrant green and shoots off through the streets ( Read more... )

Amriel sniffed, looking more bored than usual, his expression, or, rather, lack thereof completely overcome with ennui.  He was almost tempted to try starting a conversation with a passing stranger, but he was still ambivalent about anything that required effort ( Read more... )

Tonight Tiwa went into Strangefellows since she's feeling brave with the henna tattoo covering her cold iron scars ( Read more... )

Getting up to the roof hadn't been as difficult as you'd think. There was a door, after all, and that door had a lock ... it was surprising what sort of locks would open for a plant ( Read more... )

Hector pinches the bridge of his nose, staring at the floor of the Prospero and Michael Scott Memorial Library. Having commandeered the floor of the main building and shoved everything into the stacks, he and Wyn have drawn five concentric circles on the floor (with different colors of ribbon carefully taped to the floor, despite Wyn's enthusiastic ( Read more... )

Some days, the most you can do is just walk and Tiwa's having one of those days. Wellington doesn't have a tube but it does have a light rail and she figured out how to use it to get to the Nightside ( Read more... )

Sitting out of the way of most people and things is a kid with a jar of olives poking out of a ratty old backpack which is between her knees, and a rat on her shoulder. She's watching people (and things) with wide brown eyes and is completely unconcerned about the port-wine-stain on her face. Dangerous things (and people) cause her to draw back ( Read more... )

Given the general ambience of Strangefellows, it was entirely too noticeable when something entirely strange started happening: The air, generally heavy with pipe smoke and seedy voices, had suddenly filled with a new kind of heaviness, one that reeked of pure, heavenly power. (For those who have never smelt pure, heavenly power, it has a faint ( Read more... )

Tiwa is currently plotting and planning something that means she has a notebook in front of her and a few books about Britain as she sips on a milkshake and works her way through a hamburger ( Read more... )