A month. Marion had been on this goddamn island a month now and had seen neither hide nor hair of Indy, but she sure had seen a lot of Nazis. Okay, two and one of them claimed not to be, but that was two more Nazis than there was Indiana Jones and she didn't like those odds.

At least there weren't any snakes.

Wallowing in self-pity wasn't a thing ( Read more... )

After her clinic duty was over, Ellie found herself with an entire half a day of free time, and no plans to fill it with. She started by checking the rec room for anything interesting, but when she found nothing of interest - she wasn't even going to ask why there were books on marriage on the bookshelf - she decided she'd fall back on the one ( Read more... )

"Alright, guys, just make sure you do those worksheets before Saturday. The older folks, I've made up some notes and all if you want to read more in-depth on the subject," Calvin called as class finished up, and people started packing up and walking out ( Read more... )

Colin usually didn't have much to do with the bookshelf. He just wasn't what his Auntie Barbara called a reader or an intellectual mind. He wasn't even quite sure what the second one meant, and usually his Uncle John and even Mark would mutter under their breath that he couldn't read. That wasn't true. He could read. He knew because it'd taken him ( Read more... )

Raistlin had finished Dracula and while it had been interesting it was quite clearly something he never would have chosen for himself, and something that seemed to have nothing to do with him. This discrepancy opened up the question of why the bookshelf had given it to him in the first place. Of course, he knew better than to look for logic where ( Read more... )

Charles was in a slight state of dismay, as the council election approached. So far, he had been unable to find a particular niche to which he could intergrate himself (as were you to ask him, he'd gadly begin to point out why he belonged in each and every island group) and with the elections looming so within reach, he was realising that there was ( Read more... )

Mohinder had been avoiding reality. Specifically the reality that his research didn't matter here, with a heavy side of angst over the direction Nathan had pushed his research at the last. Though Daniel Jackson had mentioned another geneticist, Carson Something that reminded him of British history somehow, Mohinder couldn't face the clinic and the ( Read more... )

Colin had noticed how much things had changed over the past month, but he hadn't really thought too much about it. He'd gone on walks with his friends like he usually did, and got to see how the frees were different and how it'd gotten a lot hotter than it'd been before. And he thought it was really something that it was that hot, because he'd ( Read more... )

On the whole Atia still detested this place. The people were rude, inconsiderate and unpleasant. This concept of equality they had was utter rubbish, though she was satisfied to wait and see their little world fall down around their ears. She simply did what she knew best. She waited, smiling inscrutably, trying her best to not let her ( Read more... )

In the dream, he was talking to Dempsey, to Richard Dempsey, in the garden of his parent's old house in Wimbledon, and they were grown men, but, somehow, they were playing Soldiers. They were running and hiding behind bushes and in trees. They were shooting each other with pretend guns, and they were grown ups, but Adam felt Wes' age, no older. ( Read more... )