Penelope turns on her tablet feed to show her sprawled in a brocaded armchair, her ginormous cat draped over her lap in a manner that might indicate his status as an ex-cat if it weren't for the occasional twitch of his tail and the constant low rumble of purr coming from his general direction. She, for once, isn't smoking, but she is twirling a ( Read more... )

When the tablet clicks on, Enfys is still fiddling with it and only half in view; it looks like she's on the floor in the library in Wayne Manor, which probably means that the knees briefly visible on the sofa behind her belong to Bruce. When she has the tablet set up properly on the table, he isn't in view any more but she is (beaming) and it ( Read more... )

So about this job thing. My usefulness begins and ends at 'talks to ghosts' and hell if I've seen any of them here.

Anybody else got that problem?

The Doctor has to start working eventually. And while nobody hates the idea of working quite like the Doctor hates working, he hates the idea of being back in prison even more than that ( Read more... )

"Good morning Taxon, and isn't it a grand, wonderful, glorious day? Can't you just feel the hum of spring in the air?" It's entirely reasonable to assume that Hermes' good mood is catching. Certainly, the barely restrained laughter and glee in his voice is the infectious sort. "How is everyone and their uncles, dogs, or uncles' dogs doing today

Today on this the glorious fifteenth of April, Taxon has been in business for a full year- and so a celebration is in order, or so apparently think the hamster overlords in charge of tweaking their citizens.

The Palais Garnier is a beautiful place thus far mostly neglected by everyone who isn't its very lovely current owner, and that is a ( Read more... )

The Doctor has been the defendant (or universal equivalent) in 320 trials during his lifetime. He's been tried by humans, by Zygons, by Draconians, by Judoon, and even by his own people (three times!). He's lost regenerations from the results of trials, and he's lost companions from them as well. But he has never felt so utterly out of control ( Read more... )

Trixie has been preoccupied the past few weeks following the bombings, and expects to be more so she gets herself involved with the upcoming trial and privately makes her own plans. She doesn't really feel any especial need to socialize when she isn't in the mood for it, but now her purpose for opening up communication is professional, and having ( Read more... )

No one really knew why the dead remained in the land of the living, whether it was by choice or simply an unfortunate fate, just as much as no one really knew if there was really a place to go after life. Mabel certainly had never seen any evidence of it, although she knew better by now to discount it's possible existence. Whatever it was, or could ( Read more... )

Religion is a word that inspires apathy at best in Bruce Wayne; he didn't grow up with it outside a handful of awkward, politically-required visits on holidays. It brings up memories of cold, uncomfortable buildings and droning music and the expression on his mother's face as she barely suppressed rolling her eyes - certainly not shrines and ( Read more... )