It's like taking a step backwards ( Read more... )

Being disoriented with another sudden change in what he knows is bad enough, but the cold is worse than Mace could have thought.

He hasn't forgotten what it'd been like on Earth, exactly; no one who grew up in an ice age forgets what it's like to live with a constant chill in the bones. But with over a year on the Icarus II and months on the ( Read more... )

The latest round of Island Council elections were finished, and I once again had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 12

General RepresentativesShari Cooper ( Read more... )

It takes him a few hours to figure it out. They don't spend every fucking minute together, but, still, he's got used to being around her. Being around her made him feel kind of quiet in a way that he hasn't since Jingletown, lying side by side with Will on a single bed. Getting high. It's her thigs that seal it; there's nothing in her room when ( Read more... )

Four and a half years I'd been on the island. I'd lived and loved, I'd built something I was proud of, I'd cried and carried on. But only once had I ever come across a mysterious item from home, and over time, I'd forgotten that I, too, could be the target of anything so explicitly cruel ( Read more... )

Dated September 11, 2011: It was a reel of footage of that fateful day, that beautiful September day when all of America had been shocked. When the news had cut in with live shots of the north tower on fire only to be just in time to see another plane fly into the south tower. Report after report, angle after angle, raw footage from cameras, ( Read more... )

It isn't until he's halfway down the boardwalk one evening, hating that he's forgotten to put on any sunscreen, that Mace realizes he's started to take the sun for granted. He's not sure when it happened, can't pinpoint a day when he stopped looking up at the bright smear of light in wonderment, and simply accepted it was going to be there every ( Read more... )

The day had seemed so ordinary up until all the children turned blue. Vivid blue, not no-air blue. The island was a strange place and so Savannah just went with it, treating things as if they were normal even though the children were all blue. She thought they looked like Smurfs and she laughed to herself until each and every one of them had white ( Read more... )

Sometimes, he really misses when life was fucking simple.

He's pretty much used to being in pain, by now. The nanobots (fucking nanobots healed the wound into a pretty neat white scar but the prosthetic chafes and his muscles complain. He limps. He falls. He's used to his hands being torn, arms and face being bruised. He stumbles. He feels ( Read more... )

Dated August 6, 2011:
In which an altered Kara Thrace and Dean Winchester seek trouble at the Winchester.

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