She couldn't believe that he might no longer be in Taxon. Jack was a constant in her life, had been a huge part of her life for the last five years. He made being in Taxon tolerable.

And it looked as if he might have gone.

She switched on her tablet. Texting was best for this - the avoidance of actual personal contact something she needed. Hello ( Read more... )

As Taxon tricks went, this was a novel one ( 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... )

"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... )

( Private to the Master // Hackable )

"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... )

Leila is usually entirely put-together when she talks to anyone in the city, and particularly so when it's over tablet, but she's a touch more askew now (by her standards, anyway)- and even wearing jeans, like a sane person, although that's not visible presently. What is visible is her workshop, with all of its strange scientific contraptions, ( Read more... )

The Doctor appears on the screen. He's in a dirty blue suit, and surrounded on all sides by rubble and debris. The screen ripples with heavy radiation ( Read more... )

There's nothing really unusual about Vala's transmission, no embarrassing moment to be caught on camera as is the tablet's usual wont. Just the image of a heavily pregnant woman puttering about and arranging flowers in a vase inside a modest and somewhat medieval looking house. Her attire is similarly styled. When she's happy with the way the ( Read more... )

No matter where she was, or what she was doing, Tosh could not stop trying to learn about her surroundings. This was especially true for Taxon. She supposed she should give up one day, admit that she was stuck here and enjoy her time, but it wasn't her ( Read more... )