The return of some semblance of normality (or the newer version of it, anyway) had prompted Wikus to start wandering, exploring this new environment he had been unceremoniously thrown into.  While before he had been content to return to his old ways, comforted by the fact that this new place, wherever it was, held none of the dangers he had been ( Read more... )

Leela turned the tablet - a strange and unpleasant device, too cold to appeal to the instinct driven warror who wielded it - around in her hands as she spoke, broadcasting a disjointed image of her makeshift bedroom on the fifth floor of the Sanctuary to anyone who wished to watch it ( Read more... )

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Even though Spock was more capable of accepting the strangeness of the city, but it was still disconcerting when things like this happened. It was a marked improvement from the walking dead, but still strange enough to warrant mention. Illogical, all of it. First, the transmissions that had been plaguing the city, now trapping the citizens ( Read more... )

This broadcast is not accidental, although it may seem like that's the case. Max is sitting at her kitchen counter, an empty glass cradled in her hands and a bottle containing a bright blue liquid sitting nearby. She's staring at the counter top, not really looking at anything in particular, and it's a significant amount of time, probably a few ( Read more... )

For a moment the transmission shows a room in the clutter of moving, boxes packed and half-packed, bookshelves emptied and looking sad and forlorn. Then Long manages to get the camera pointed accurately, and offers Taxon a smile and a dip of his head. He's holding a notebook with pages of writing, passages scribbled out, corrected, a few crumpled- ( 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... )

Now this was something to work with, something to analyze. Had he been capable of excitement, he certainly would have been feeling it right about now. With a new transmission in a more recognizable (though ancient) language, there was actually something to work with and there was a kind of almost-gladness that he had left the computer scanning ( Read more... )

Caroline set the flat iron down on her sink, shaping one of her blonde curls with her finger. She was frazzled from the night before and the fact that Matt still hadn't answered her messages (it was official - he -was- avoiding her), but that didn't mean she was going to go out looking like a wreck. When she was satisfied with her hair, she turned ( Read more... )

Ever since hearing the mysterious voice speaking an unknown language on the radio, Amy had had her stereo on at all hours, or the clock radio in her bedroom when she went to sleep at night. She was determined to be listening when it happened again. The only problem was once she did hear it, she could do nothing to find out from where the signal ( Read more... )