This transmission is really rather short. It shows Fred, still in her pajamas in the afternoon. She's frowning at the camera- well, at the tablet really, and appears to be concentrating hard enough that she hasn't notice the record function has kicked in.

Her eyes widen, and she lets out a small disbelieving grunt. "I've been gone how long

There was a steady stream of extras for customers, and that would do at a pinch, Theta supposed.  It would have to do for the moment.  They bought the clocks and the watches that she had spent so long refurbishing, though it drove her just a little bit mad that she saw no boost in her earnings for selling a larger piece, and the beginning of the ( Read more... )

Spencer remembered the last time he'd sat on a park bench and read. It hadn't been in Taxon, although this park was rather nice. No, it had been on April 7th at the park in Quantico where he liked to sit and think. That day he was reading back issues of the Journal of Applied Physics, but unfortunately his new address in Taxon didn't seem to be ( Read more... )

Never having much luck with the communication devices during his previous stay, McCoy has been fortunate enough to avoid any accidental (and incriminating) transmissions since he arrived back in the city. And not to mention avoiding the tail-end of the barrage of glitches that have seemed to of plagued the population, but he is not going to risk ( Read more... )

Amy bustled around the kitchen, humming along as Elvis sang on the radio. She was just finishing off the canapés for the party she and her dear husband were throwing for their neighbors. Since the two had finally settled on a house, it seemed only proper to open the doors and show it off. She couldn't wait to hear what the other wives thought of ( Read more... )

Mornings are spent with Mal. It's a routine Kaylee has developed over the last few years, and one that she relies on just as much as her older brother might. Wake up early, have breakfast, and then they both head to the garage down the street. She spends a few hours there each morning, helping out with some of the cars if they need her, or ( Read more... )

[Theta takes a deep breath, then speaks up. She puts her heart into it, and starts getting loud towards the end.]

Remember, remember the fifth of November ( Read more... )

The hardest part about being trapped in Taxon wasn't losing his family all over again - his son, all grown up and a self made man that Cain could be proud of without even trying, his wife and her final resting place beyond the white elm... No, the hardest part was losing hope ( Read more... )

It's the grand opening of Theta's shop, which she rather arrogantly likes to think will be a big deal.  The doors open promptly at 10AM and Theta settles behind the counter with a notebook and pencil, sketching out plans for the next thing to build.  She's working on a teapot, if anyone would like to look at her designs.  She also has a cup of tea ( Read more... )

Theta had been very busy.  She'd ridden the tram that circled the city around and around, looking for a place of business that she could take over and rework to suit her needs.  True to what she'd been told, there was eventually one that she found, and not too far from a tram stop, either.  It hadn't take much to be able to take it over, and she'd ( Read more... )