Today's Thanksgiving. First Thanksgiving I haven't spent in Vegas. Ever, y'know? I mean, I even went to college in Vegas. UNLV all the way, man ( Read more... )

It's supposed to be just like every other day, the lingering aftertaste of Normal's well-intentioned, but truly horrible cake notwithstanding. He's gotta make a couple stops in Sector 4, pretty routine, nothing strenuous; apparently Normal's given him an easy day on account of it being his "birthday" and all. Hey, he's gotta take the perks where ( Read more... )

Anatoly closes his eyes and leans back in his seat. Any minute now, the plane would be cleared for take-off and this disastrous day would finally be at an end. He'd been a fool to think he had been beyond the reach of the Soviet Union. The consequences of his defection has finally reached him, and now he and his family would pay the price ( Read more... )

Chloe had decided to go for some lighter fare for dinner tonight, both for ease in cooking, and for ease in eating for those who came by. There was a vegetable salad and a fruit salad ready, along with herb-roasted boar, rice, and the usual drinks. All that was left was the blueberry pie she was trying not to burn. Failing at dinner wouldn't bode ( Read more... )

It'd been ages since Sam had woken up to finding a Polaroid camera sitting on his chest like it belonged there, like a weird inanimate tabby cat. He hadn't used it to take a single photograph and only took it out that night because it had actually been collecting dust. He wasn't averse to taking photographs, he just didn't exactly know what to take ( Read more... )

It was Chloe's first night cooking, and she hated to admit that she was kind of nervous about the whole thing. She considered herself to be a pretty decent cook; after her mother had left, she'd had no choice but to step into the role of Woman of the House, and that meant at least making sure there was always food on the table when there was ( Read more... )

Maybe it was the army brat in her or maybe it was because she was just a spaz that couldn't stand still but one thing was certain: Lois Lane got cabin fever easily. Half the reason she became a reporter was because there was always someplace to go and someone to bother, er, interview. It was no surprise that being on the island made her feel ( Read more... )

I have to admit, I was nervous about the lock-in, although I'm not sure why. I'd been nervous about my movie night, too, and people had shown up to that. Hell, Gideon had showed up to that, and he hated me and Molly Ringwald both. I tried to reassure myself that even if only a few people showed, that was still more girls than I was friends with ( Read more... )

Ever since the island had changed into crazy jungle mode, Chloe had been doing her best to document what she found while exploring. She didn't have any space for a Wall of Weird here, so she'd made a Notebook of Weird instead. Thankfully, the section on weirdnesses she'd heard about was longer than the section on weirdnesses she'd experienced ( Read more... )

Everything happens for a reason. That's what his mother used to say. Of course, this was before Jor-El came into their lives. Clark never thought he'd ever resent meeting his real parents. Though, strictly speaking, he's never really *met* his father. His father was more of a disembodied voice. Still, despite the lack of his body, Jor-El was a ( Read more... )