For the last year or so, Han had been building a boat. It wasn't the Falcon or anything, but for a wood sea faring craft from this world...it was pretty damn fine. And when he'd finally gotten it sea worthy, the island had seen fit to outfit it for him in style during the time it gifted everyone with presents, with fittings and a motor, no ( Read more... )

The kitchen smelled like sugar. Like a bakery. Like candy and frosting and cookies and cakes. Just the smell alone was enough to make my mouth water and my stomach lurch. I loved sweets as much as the next five people combined, but this was a bit silly ( Read more... )

Ianto had woken up a woman. Again. It wasn't as startling this time around, not that he had been wholly unsettled the first time around. But waking up with Charlie in his bed was a much more pleasant experience than waking up to an empty bed and having to ask Gwen for help finding a bra ( Read more... )

Lisey gets up, brushing off the snow that had stuck to her knees as she'd knelt to check the mulled wine and cider. The fire seems to be keeping it at a good temperature, and she's satisfied that they'll have enough hot drinks to warm up their guests after a few rounds on the frozen pool - that is, assuming that anybody turns out. But it's a lovely ( Read more... )

Midafternoon, Tabula Rasa. The trampoline's draped in black and orange crepe paper with cottony cobwebs strung beneath the legs. Beneath it, a feral cat's yellow-eyed and yowling. It's not a demon. I checked. And my hand's sporting four parallel scratches to prove it ( Read more... )

The island had never done anything quite like it, though the island always did seem to come up with new and interesting challenges for them every time something it deemed a special occasion arrived. Every inhabited place - and, indeed, a few that weren't - seemed to be decked out in spooky decorations - or decorations that some would consider ( Read more... )

She'd gotten up early with the intent of slow roasting all sorts of things on the fire and making her usual batch of semi-spicy cacao.  Somewhere near-dusk, she'd ended up with roasted peppers, carrots, potatoes (all from the garden), some regular white mushrooms (in Mexico, goddammit, you learned what could kill you real fast), squashes, herb- ( Read more... )

Lewis Nixon has never been much for big parties. He'd been forced into them for most of his life, and his general impression was that of an exceedingly civilized battleground, where the primary goal was to make everyone else as miserable as possible while pretending you yourself weren't just as badly off. It was entirely false, a lot of glitter ( Read more... )

Lois had woke up naked and with a tiny jaguar laying on her chest. Now, she had woken up in some precarious (and sometimes compromising) positions before but this was a new level of weird. The level of weird went up a couple of notches when she (and the jaguar) realized that there was something different about her body. Mostly that it was male. ( Read more... )

There was something so, so wrong with waking up in a cave all alone when she should have been in bed with her boyfriend. After a good five minutes of freaking out and looking around the cave for any kind of clue about who she was, Karen finally saw the dog.

"No. Way."

It was the first time she'd spoken out loud, and holy shit, her voice! She was ( Read more... )