To be honest with himself, Jonas supposed he should be lucky that it had taken this long for people close to him to disappear from the island. Sure, he'd had friends go, like Eli, but never people who he felt close to, that he knew from home. Granted, he'd hardly known Daniel back on Earth and Vala had come to the SGC after him but still. He'd ( Read more... )

It’s all getting a bit ridiculous ( Read more... )

He was a married man ( Read more... )

At this very moment on the island of Tabula Rasa, something remarkable was happening. It was a peculiar brand of remarkable, one that had the habit of showing up unplanned and unannounced and with rather alarming frequency. The thing that made this time different from other remarkable events was that it had to do with pie ( Read more... )

The election for the new Island Council term were finally finished, and I had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:

Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 11

General Representatives:
Shari Cooper
Hermione Granger
Helen Magnus
Anne Shirley
Sookie Stackhouse

New Professional Representatives:Hunting/Fishing/Agriculture - Gale ( Read more... )

It had started as a hunt for wild rosemary. In her apprenticeship to Anselm she had learned to scour the hills around Citharista in search of the herb and others to aid in the replenishment of his stores. Now she searched the island in the same way. She had found some, in the garden behind the large prison-like construct she had been led to upon ( Read more... )

He'd found a lab coat of his own, two... three days -- weeks, perhaps? -- ago, which came quite in handy, when at such a great risk of splattering his favorite sweater in coagulated blood. On the lab table, there was a irregular mass, lumpy and gray. Quite a prime example of a malignant, metastatic tumor, textbook, really, which was both ( Read more... )

The facts were these: while traditionally one of the more sombre of high holidays the girl named Chuck could not help but want to celebrate it. Despite the mixed faiths and somewhat lax approach that she had had towards religious as of late, there were certain things that she couldn’t help but want to bring back. Minority group or not, she did not ( Read more... )

Walter Bishop was going on a trip ( Read more... )

Long mornings at the bakery tended to tire the pie maker out, but as a man who spent his life moving toward a life spent in the kitchen of a pie shop, he was happy to spend his time there. He tended to keep to himself most of the time, focusing mainly on the pies, but the others in the bakery - Shari, especially - seemed good enough people, and ( Read more... )