When Pepper had first mentioned the idea of a boutique to Karen and Mary Jane, she'd immediately been all over the idea. As happy as she was being a beach bum, Karen had been looking for something to do for a while, but had been unable to find it. She didn't cook well, hadn't the first clue about agriculture, and wouldn't even dream of running for ( Read more... )

By all rights I should be sleeping. Confusion's given away to exhaustion by the time Peter's through explaining what Mr. Saverin wasn't equipped to, though even he has no real answers for where we are or why we're here. He's distracted as he paints the story of this place in broad, haphazard strokes. His expected jokes are forced. His responses are ( Read more... )

Bill hadn't slept much at all in the past week, and he had the dark circles under his eyes to prove it ( Read more... )

To anyone who knows Chris Miles, the sight of him in the rec room, reading on his own might be an odd one. After all, it's the first time he's even taken a book off of the shelf, let alone read one at all. But he's been on the sofa for over an hour now, face buried in a copy of 2010's Guinness Book of World Records. Thanks to the island, Chris has ( Read more... )

There had always been many things of note about Pepper Potts. She could, for instance, sing surprisingly well. She could make a flawless cup of coffee. She could run a Fortune 500 company while balancing perfectly in 4 inch heels. Within island context, for quite some time she'd had an enviable mastery of the clothes box, which would provide her ( Read more... )

This was BULLSHIT ( Read more... )

We all wait for signs. That sounds spiritual. Maybe even superstitious. That's not the sentiment I'm aiming for. Because no matter who you are... Skeptic or believer... You're waiting for a sign. Where you fall on the spectrum dictates only what kind of sign you're waiting for. Detectives, for example, wait for -- and actively pursue -- clues. They ( Read more... )

It was about damn time that he find enough time for a show, Sawyer couldn't help thinking as he sat in that booth, a little too small for complete comfort, with a beer resting on the ground nearby. No one had, after all, told him that he couldn't drink while on the job, and given that the bottle was kept far enough away from all equipment, Sawyer ( Read more... )

Quorra was currently fascinated with the playground she'd found near the Compound. In the world of programs she had come from, there were no children, and thus no need for entertainments such as this.

She thought that was a shame.

There weren't a lot of things on the island that went fast enough to be exciting, and Quorra missed speed, even if ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )