October 3, 2010:
In therapy, Henry finally helps Mathias come to the realization that he feels guilty simply about being alive. It's a step in the right direction.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG]

Even with all the parties that I helped coordinate throughout the year, Tabula Rasa Day had become my favorite. I'm not sure who started the tradition, but civic-minded as I'd become, I appreciated the idea of us having our own, self-determined tradition that celebrated not some holiday brought from another culture, but us as a community. Half ( Read more... )

Halloween had brought with it fog, which wasn't strange in and of itself, except for the way it was behaving. Henry didn't think much of it, knowing the island tended to behave in ways that amounted to varying degrees of fucked up, with a side of Jesus-Christ-bananas for good measure. It wasn't until he decided to cut through one instead of ( Read more... )

Dated September 3, 2010:
Sally and Henry go on their first date, and it's a very enjoyable one for both parties.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG-13ish]

Overall, Henry found, life on the island was pretty good. He missed home, sure, and the people he'd left behind, but some of those people he'd have been missing no matter where he was. Here things were going all right. He had patients, good patients, none of whom made him want to switch into that tried and true psychiatrists' method of listening ( Read more... )

It isn't until turbulence hits, both unexpected and not, that Kate finally allows herself herself to believe. Jack, despite all insistence to the contrary, was sold from the start. Even if he himself didn't know, she could tell. She saw what it did to him; what it did to them. He's always been a man of greater faith than he ever imagined he could ( Read more... )

Between high school and finally up and leaving Harlan at twenty, Raylan Givens had mined Kentucky coal. Not sure what he wanted to do with his life, it'd been a good paycheck, even with the danger and long hours. Sometimes, years away from that time, he wakes up with the taste of coal dust and dynamite smoke in his mouth and he knows that those ( Read more... )

Friday nights at the Winchester had very quickly become a part of George's routine. Because he'd apparently gone insane when he'd signed up for classes, it meant both Chinese and Japanese on the same day, which were difficult enough to learn without the possibility of accidentally mixing them up during class. In fact, he was still beating himself ( Read more... )

Make no mistake: Disco was super cheesy. That doesn't mean that it wasn't also super fun. The whole point of the movement was being free and ridiculous, and even after living through the backlash in the Eighties when everyone conveniently forgot they'd been disco fiends, I had to give all those dancing queens credit for knowing how to have a good ( Read more... )

It's been over a week since I found myself on the other side of the island. I'm making progress - I couldn't actually move much for a while, even with crutches, once we all made it back to civilization. I'm pretty sure that's the most walking (running) I've ever done in my entire life, if how sore I was said anything about it. It's a start. The ( Read more... )