He of all people really should have known better, thinking nothing was going to happen to him just because it hadn’t yet. There was that temptation to just stay in his room and not go anywhere, but that, apparently, wasn’t working out too well for people either. Ending up with strange bedpartners wasn’t exactly a new occurrence in his life, but ( Read more... )

Drusilla rarely dreamed for the sake of dreaming. Though the future could be pleasant enough, the fragments that crept into her head while she slept were generally too disjointed to be genuinely enjoyable. Putting the pieces together took effort and keeping things secret ... well, that was enough to tire anyone. Even her ( Read more... )

[ it's something of a tradition, albeit one that declined as things in taxon sped up and spun out of control; dawn and river dancing ballet together. being as they're all stuck and in pajamas now, there's no better time to revive it than the present ( Read more... )

The city - so much smaller than it had been a few nights ago - was balanced on the edge of a knife. One mischievous breeze would be enough to push them off and send them tumbling into the fire. The humans were running in circles, unable to focus on what they really needed to be frightened of. The vampires were butting heads and burning bridges and ( Read more... )

Waking up in a place he had definitely not gone to sleep was a rather large blow to Corwin’s soldiers’ instincts. He’d come awake all at once, tense and ready to strike with his hand on his blade-

-but nothing had happened. Typical. Get him worked up over nothing…

Everything felt too…medical. Stifling. Too many reminders of a certain ( Read more... )

When Leela regained consciousness, she was no longer in the Inquisitor General’s room of pitiless machines and cruel technology. She did not know where she was, only that it was silent and cold and her head ached ferociously. For a moment, there was nothing to hear but her breathing ( Read more... )

For the first time in a while, Willow's making a visual transmission instead of relying on audio or replying visually to someone else. She's accepted - as much as she can, anyway - that Tara has pulled a Buffy: she's gone. The aliens sent her home. Still, that doesn't mean that her disappearance doesn't hurt. It hurts a lot and Willow's pretty sure ( Read more... )

Tapping her pen against the notepad in front of her, Brennan exhales in irritation as she stares at the words written on the page with her neat handwriting. For the second time, the radio broadcasts of Taxon have been interrupted by a static-filled mystery transmission. Brennan tended to keep her radio on for some quiet background noise in her ( Read more... )

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Corwin should probably find a way to rope his unruly tablet into line. When half the time he seems not to care that it exists, though, that makes things a little difficult, and he’s still subjected to being captured at whatever hour of the day, doing whatever it is he’s decided he’s doing ( Read more... )