Maniac's been a little out of sight lately, it seems, but he's in clear view now - settled just outside the hotel, munching quietly on a bag of chips and watching the sky. He can just see clouds in the distance, heavy, massing, threatening a storm ( Read more... )

There it was again ( Read more... )

Rose hadn't gone up to the second floor of the hotel, yet. She'd wanted to, because she was curious, but really, all the talk about people who had been eaten killed any desire she had to check it out, until things were cleaned up and fully investigated. She knew the people in Eden well enough now to know that the people who were up there knew what ( Read more... )

The Machine waits.

The Machine has waited since the beginning, when it could not think. Since the time of memory, when it surfaced from the dark pool that is oblivion and thought. Since the time it became aware, and saw the world into which it had been born. Since the time of blood, and the time of walls.

And it waits still, some long-forgotten line ( Read more... )

It's raining.

The skies have picked this moment to utterly open up, and without warning too. Maniac was running the way he usually does, down the alleys, up the street, anywhere he can just to be able to move and leave the world behind for a few moments. Sometimes he runs backwards and remembers racing Mars Bar, but that tends to make him frown.

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She said she would, and it needs to be done. And for some reason Zuko's supporting her in this ( Read more... )

Sokka is babysitting. No, really. Because Mel totally cheated ( Read more... )

Maybe you've seen the tall bald woman around. Maybe you haven't. Plourr hasn't exactly been sneaky about her whereabouts the last couple of days, striding confidently across the street or through buildings, though she has been sticking to herself. She's seen all the newbies from afar, and she was ignoring them. Why bother playing meet and greet ( Read more... )

Angela doesn’t pause, can’t pause with her foot tapping against the chair-leg, but she bites her bottom lip and thinks for a moment.“Europe?” She says at last, slowly. From the other end of the phone, Fleming continues ( Read more... )

There has only been one time in his life where Sokka turned a corner and found himself exactly where he shouldn't be. And, not that he knows this since he hasn't seen a calendar in all this time, that fateful day where he tripped on a root and ended up in an apocalyptic hellhole was only slightly more than a year ago. It was strange, but he was ( Read more... )