Brennan's normally immaculately ordered office at the Jeffersonian Institute is anything but ordered today. Several books have been pulled down from the bookcases and stacked on the floor in rows, a few chairs have been lifted on the table, the cushions and pillows on her couch are askew. Nothing is ever askew in this room. The anthropologist ( Read more... )

When the tablet clicks on, River is sitting cross legged and cross armed on Serenity's dining table.

She is staring at a cake. Pretty one, too, just three modest tiers of purple with blue hibiscus flowers made of sugar. It's almost like the aliens are trying to compensate for something! From the expression on River's face, however, this is the ( Read more... )

After February Jason needed several rounds of a good beer. Drinking on his own was fine, but not knowing where his own local bar was located, in his opinion, was just sad. It didn't take long for him to find what looked like a sports bar. Thankfully it looked much more like Merlotte's than Fangtasia.

When he sat down and ordered what was on draft ( Read more... )

[The feed flickers on to reveal Loki sitting on a randomly chosen curb, looking a little ratty but relaxed.]

Okay. I need cartoons, chewing gum, and a shower.

[He glances down at a suspiciously zombie-crud-like stain on his tee.]

Maybe not in that order.

Brennan sits cross-legged on the living room floor in Angela's apartment, sandwiched between the couch and the coffee table. Her laptop, a half-empty bottle of beer and an opened carton of Chinese food with a pair of chopsticks sticking out of it are perched on the table in front of her. Yellow Post-It notes litter most of the free surface left on ( Read more... )

"Goooood morning, fellow inmates."

Paul tap-taps the little screen, exhales cigarette smoke towards it. He thinks he's got the right settings for 'city-wide broadcast' but only experimenting will tell.

"There's still, what, a fucking foot of snow on some of the sidewalks? Just the right conditions to go shoppingThe view of his face vanishes as ( Read more... )

Max is one of the Taxon citizens fortunate enough to not have been snowed in by the recent blizzard, though it took her some time to shovel a path down her steps. But even though the journey took her a little while longer than she wanted it to, she arrived at her destination unharmed and is currently pursuing the aisles of the grocery store closest ( Read more... )

When the tablet clicks on, a peppy Extra girl with pigtails - obviously a store worker - is busy praising a stuffed, yellow toy bear with a jar of honey clutched in its paws to Brennan who in turn looks extremely bewildered. Finally the scientist shakes her head at the toy the Extra is trying hard to sell her, frowning ( Read more... )

It's Christmas Eve, and for the most part the night is quiet. The city is covered in a blanket of snow, and the festive lights shine on silently in the dark ( Read more... )

Michael sat on his kitchen counter, tablet in his lap expanded to its biggest laptop form.  He was pretty sure he'd worked out most of the kinks in the gadget -- well, more or less -- except for the crucial matters of breaking it, sabotaging it or trying to get it to stay off for long periods of time.  How was it even powered?  Taxon (he was ( Read more... )