The sun was finally setting on what Charlie Crews decided had to be one of the longest days of his life. And he knew from long days. ( Cut for spoilers. )

There were things that Teyla had always dreamed of. Safety. Security. A wraith-free existence. She had imagined them and hoped for them, and while she did dream that one day they would come to pass, she had not envisioned that she would be so bored ( Read more... )

It's a little bit like being in a rollercoaster, living in Jim's head, and right now he's in one of the downward plunges. Maybe a fucking double loop ( Read more... )

Things were going well for Alice, all things considered. She had a home - albeit one with a leaky roof - some friends, or at least people who didn't want to kill her on sight, and a life. It was an unusual feeling, not having to run all the time, being able to stay in one place without fear of being hunted down by Umbrella or the undead. She hadn't ( Read more... )

Beth's thinking about fictional people. She's sitting on the couch in the rec-room with one foot up on the table, and she's thinking about all of the fucking fictional people. She was just at a drag show thrown by Belize (she wrote an essay on Angels in America her first year at York)...She met Ford Prefect on the beach (she dragged her brother's ( Read more... )

Humanity sucked. It was a blunt, rude, and unfortunately completely truthful way of phrasing it. Ford had made fun of it before, skewered it almost mercilessly in his guide entry, and had eventually granted them a very grudging sort of respect. Then the planet got blown up and he'd forgotten about it entirely. It was an easier thing to do than ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

It doesn't look like much.

Beth's pretty used to having the skin scraped off her hands and knees at this point; she's off the bike as much as she's on it, pretty much, and she knows how Teyla feels about that, but it feels pretty fucking incredible, being on the bike, and she isn't about to stop riding it ( Read more... )

Alice's hut near the waterfall now looked mostly like a hut, as opposed to a pile of stick. She was happy, if only to have a place to store her stuff - though she really didn't have a lot of stuff to begin with. Clothes, her kukris, her guns, and that was it. Not that she minded. Too much stuff could really weigh you down, and it made traveling ( Read more... )