Dean has been feeling... really happy, lately. It's weird, because honestly, Dean has no real reason as to why he should be feeling this happy. His brother's gone, the Apocalypse is pending, last time he checked, his mother was a teenager, and... well, there's just a lot, okay? But for some reason, he's whistling as he walks down the halls of Buffy ( Read more... )

Melted chocolate, Taxon people! This is what they will be seeing if they are to look into their tablets right now. That - plus nuts, sugar, a bit of flour, cinnamon and - soy sauce. Which she isn't pouring into what looks like a mixture in a bowl ( Read more... )

After Godric had returned Cassie to her home, she'd spent the next three days locked up in the house. It was quiet, and she hadn't attributed that to the fact that she still didn't have her tablet. She hardly slept or ate and when she did, the food certainly wasn't good for her.

Cassie was curled up in the middle of her bed, unintentionally in the ( Read more... )

There was one thing that seemed to be missing from Taxon aside from animals, normal sky, and, well, the freedom to leave. Music- even when aboard her ship out in the black she'd sometimes pull the old fiddle out of hiding then sit alone in the cargo hold and play. Rare times she actually played to an audience where mostly it was in a pub and she ( Read more... )

It's the middle of the night and Cassie, restless as hell, finds herself on the 'Orbis' line of the Taxonlink. The one that circles the entire city. She's ridden it twice, now. A somewhat slow circle that lets her just watch the area outside pass her by. At least what that's what she thinks it's called. The little tram system has the words ' ( Read more... )

Wesley had gone through plenty of brushes with death. Bleeding out of his jugular in the park came to mind, or fading out on the couch of the shelter after being shot. What he'd experienced in Cyrus Vail's house, however, was not a brush, and he knew that. His vision had blackened. The pain had faded into a numb cold. What magic ran in his blood ( Read more... )

Because all good insomniac doctors cannot take their own advice and sleep, anyone looking will catch this entry as it opens on Simon in the Med Bay, reorganizing drawers and muttering under his breath. Names of pills, of what they treat, of known side effects and drug interactions. It's like counting sheep for the somewhat OCD and a little driven/ ( Read more... )

Cassie had fallen asleep on the couch in her living room, a black and red checked blanket thrown over her, the television playing the main menu to Ghostbusters. Her dreams were like something out of Hellraiser, but no matter how outlandish and fucked up they got, they always ended with her mother. With the Lunch Lady. Today, however, was different ( Read more... )

Doyle has to admit he's starting to get a little bored. The novelty of exploring wore off, and so had the novelty of the hatches--all too quickly in his opinion but what can a fellow do?--leaving little else to occupy his time. So, he's suffering from boredom and it requires a solution before he goes stir crazy ( Read more... )

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, ( Read more... )