Tony Stark’s life at this very moment was defined by one phrase: this sucks. And it did, very much. For a man who was used to living in an elaborately furnished house with access to anything and everything he could have ever wanted, this was not to his liking ( Read more... )

For the first time in a quite a long while, when the Doctor flips on the tablet, he doesn't look his usual smug self. He, in fact, looks quite panicked. He's run from Donna's to Rose's and back, and confirmed exactly what he was afraid of. They're gone ( Read more... )

Sagramore has decided to take Rose's advice, from a part combination of loneliness and boredom and not entirely unconnected to whatever amount he's had to drink this particular day, which it admittedly is hard to tell ( Read more... )

It was just a normal morning. Guinevere did her typical routine; up around sunrise to get herself ready before checking in on Morgana. There were a few extra things she had to do herself now that almost all of the Extras had been banished from the chambers, but it only delayed her an extra half an hour or so ( Read more... )

[He sounds very, very tired, and there's something inconsistent in the texture of his voice, almost slurred, but not quite.]

All right, all right, I've given in, I'd like to see the damned doctor, if I can.

[attn. McCoy, although other doctors welcome, considering he's not being very specific.]

Mohinder had spent a few hours cleaning his apartment after talking to Max. It wasn't really meant to be a cleaning, but he had to in order to find what he'd been looking for: a non-descript dark blue hoodie. It had been Peter's, and Mohinder had mistaken it for his own one day when he'd run back to his apartment. He never had a chance to return ( Read more... )

His eventually to be concluded argument with young Arthur has actually done Mordred good; it made him mad, a good clean anger that burnt clear, without all the clinging smoke of grief and bitterness. It's shaken him out of his reactive apathy, back into something closer to his normal state -- which is to say reserved, wary, slightly dour, but ( Read more... )

"This isn’t the castle...what has happened ( Read more... )

Sagramore's depressive periods were common enough in Camelot, where he actually had something to do from day to day. Here they've been getting progressively worse, out of boredom and the peculiar feeling that he's been living too long, that he's stepped out of the planned order of things, and, most of all, because in Camelot at the worst times he ( Read more... )

The Lady Morgana is sitting on a bench near the Sanctuary.  If the building did not have such terrible memories for her, she might have chosen to sit in the building itself, but as her arrival and the Doctor's trial are two things she would rather forget, Morgana remains outside.  She did not pick the bench closest to the Sanctuary, for a very ( Read more... )