He's seen it. People. He's smelling colours again which should probably be a warning sign but Cherri doesn't have News a GoGo to keep him centered. He can't rely on others this time, either, and he's left staring serenely into the face of the girl who shared a cell with him ( Read more... )

He can't sleep, and normally Paul would put on some music and read, or clean, or work on something in the birdhouse that needs doing. But at the moment all his projects are halfway to completion waiting weigh-ins from others, and the place is spotless, and he doesn't care to read for pleasure in Taxon.

And he doesn't have his music.

( La la mostly just flavor for the ghost glitch )

The tablet turns on before things get weird, so Taxon gets a quick upshot glance at the bare midriff exposed at Gwen's hip, underneath her heavy pea coat. There's some shuffling, so it's clear she's on the move.  And then all movement stops.

Gwen hears a voice, smooth and low...and barely perceptible.  But it's there, like a whisper coming from ( Read more... )

It had driven her out of the house that morning.

There had been a whisper that drifted into her just-waking consciousness, a familiar voice that felt as comfortable as anything had ever been.

"Wake up, Buffy. You're going to be late..." There's a touch of a hand on her head, smoothing back hair, and Buffy leans into the contact, mostly still ( Read more... )

"Hey everyone. Um. I don't know if it's just me or if there's a Thing but I think dreams may be coming true in really inconvenient ways. You might wanna try not sleeping, if at all possible, or have someone keep an eye on you if you do or something. And...yeah, I'm gonna need some help here."

Here was a roughly four-foot by four-foot space at the ( Read more... )

" - Have to learn to keep it under... control." Charles let his train of thought taper off with the startling realization that he was quite suddenly alone. Not only alone, but very much not where he had been just seconds before. His brows knit together, eyes sweeping around the metallic chamber, instantly on guard. His expression set into a ( Read more... )

Liberty spikes and a neon purple suit.

The owner of said hairstyle and impeccable fashion statement can only stare, mouth agape and looking like a fish out of water. He is a fish out of water. Or at least, a mammal out of the desert, or ( Read more... )