During his off-hours, Uther Doul avoids the inexplicable eggs in town and makes the rounds to visit a few people and drop off a small gift. Odds are, if Doul enjoys the company of someone or has social obligations to them, then he will be by with a little paper-wrapped parcel for them ( Read more... )

Who knows what turns Judith's tablet on: a jog of her elbow or some similar bad luck, the kind that's been dogging her since she got those keys of hers--the point is that it turns on, showing her seated at the counter of a dimly lit bar, nursing a bottle of whisky. She started with a glass, but what's left of that is in a congealing pile of shards ( Read more... )

It was waking up in a bed inside a fully furnished house that first alerted Siri to something amiss (yet again) in Taxon. She didn't sleep in a lavish shelter such as this and didn't have any memory of even entering or coming near any place remotely similar the night before. In fact, she remembered, quite clearly, laying down where she always ( Read more... )

Tara, though she went to sleep in her room in Castle Summers as usual, is missing for most of the morning, past just past lunchtime ( Read more... )

When the tablet flickers to life for this broadcast, the view is one Jack Benjamin, visible from the elbows up, seated at a table in a sharp navy suit and less severe tie, professional without looking inhuman for it. The backdrop behind him is solid grey-blue and unremarkable, except that it perhaps complements the suit. That is probably not a ( Read more... )

It's hard to tell if Bruce looks tired or if he's just suddenly gone stoic - outside his brief call to action during the bomb threat, the majority of his interaction over the tablet has been half-in-half-out of his fractured playboy persona, which he's cast aside completely by now. Either way, he's been quiet since then, and he's sitting with his ( Read more... )

"So! We almost got our shit blown up by a psychopath, fucking terrible, I know." Judith opens her transmission with this, her tablet set up on one of the long tables she'd arranged in one of the larger rooms around the entrance room itself; she figures this is as close to neutral ground as they come, and it's the easiest assembly point to get ( Read more... )

"Good morning, Taxon." Crisp British diction and smooth French enunciation and it must be the Countess of Gatas, sober in dark, deep blue and holding a china teacup in both hands as she sits down at her husband's desk, dwarfed by the masculine surroundings designed for a man much, much larger than she is but soothed by the authority of it ( Read more... )

It was several days after D-Day (Detonation Day? Destruction Day? Doctor Does Damage Day?) and between the usual synapses misfiring, a concussion, and some hefty pain medication Glitch had...just about no idea what had transpired in that time. All things considered it was likely for the best that he was left with a litany of injuries instead of ( Read more... )

Now that Cat is convinced that the bombs aren't going off (she checked all the clocks she could find, just to be that little bit more sure) she's shifted the focus of her organization. After firmly admonishing the Extras that they still had to stay inside, she asked a few of them to join her in setting up a clear space in a room near the kitchen. ( Read more... )