Fitz had come to accept the fact that Annie was gone. He was still working on wrapping his brain around the fact that this made him a business owner ( Read more... )

Lorne is standing on the stage of Caritas in a pink-sequined tuxedo, complete with matching bow tie. He turns on the visual feed on the tablet on his bracelet, and holds up the microphone. Above him is a banner that proclaims in gold glitter, "HAPPY BIRTHDAY KAYLEE." He beams at the audience and announces, "The kind gentleman Tony Stark would like ( Read more... )

It's taken me way too long to do this, but Kaylee had a birthday a little while ago.

I think this calls for a party. I need a place to throw it, though. Kaylee mentioned a bar called Caritas that's owned by a man named Lorne.

You wouldn't be interested in offering up your place for a party, would you?

Taxon is treated to a view of something steaming, and a loud hissing sound - before the visual is moved to an image of a chef wearing her most awkward smile. Public invites like this had never been her forte, after all. Still, she had to try.

Then she realizes that the sound in the background is a problem, so she casually turns the stove off. ( Read more... )

While the economy was down, Fitz had helped himself to enough musical equipment to set up a small, makeshift studio in his flat's spare room. He'd picked up an acoustic and a bass guitar, some amps, and a reel-to-reel recorder, not a bad start if he said so himself ( Read more... )

Kaylee is not feeling well at all. She's worked too long without sleeping, and the dramatic weather changes haven't helped in the least. Overexertion, she chalked it up to. Lightheaded. Nauseous. And she's pretty sure that's a fever, on top of it. Just a matter of sleeping it off, that's been decided. Make sure everyone has what they need, ( Read more... )

The worst part about oxygen deprivation, Lorne muses as he takes inventory of the amount of canned food they have left, is that he can't sing anymore. It just takes up too much air. He hasn't done more than hum for about a day and a half, and it just makes all the ordeals they're going through even worse ( Read more... )

[ good thing Piper's already done with preparing the food before crazy things started happening to Taxon. ]Okay, I don't know what's going on with the tablets or the hatches, but, um... is there anyone out there who can tell me where the makeshift bunkers can be found? And also with carrying the food to the bunkers? There's... um, quite a lot of ( Read more... )

It's during the day and Caritas is technically closed right now. Casey's been moving the crates of booze up from the basement to the main floor. It's tiring work and he's due for a break. His black tee shirt is starting to cling to his back and he could do with a damned coke. Still, Lorne's been hurrying the whole bunker idea along and Casey trusts ( Read more... )

It's the middle of the night, and Lorne can't sleep.

The shadows have eyes, and they are watching him.

After hours of tossing and turning, he finally gives up and rolls out of bed. Stares at his bedside clock through bleary eyes. It's well past midnight. He slips a bathrobe over his stripey pajamas, puts on a pair of fuzzy pink slippers, and ( Read more... )