He'd stolen two more days of her life. They were gone, but not in a blink of an eye. She remembered, flashes, scattered moments of John going about his business as if nothing were amiss. As if their life was his and his alone. He remained, for the most part, in their room, hunched over books he'd snatched from the shelves in the dead of night, like ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

Dated May 21, 2011:
After weeks of being lost, with Alexis Castle's help, Emma finds her way back again.

[ HERE | On going | PG]

The election for the new Island Council term were finally finished, and I had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:

Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 11

General Representatives:
Shari Cooper
Hermione Granger
Helen Magnus
Anne Shirley
Sookie Stackhouse

New Professional Representatives:Hunting/Fishing/Agriculture - Gale ( Read more... )

In the early afternoon, John Skillpa stumbled into the hall of the Compound's fourth level, his arms leaden with clothes. A bundle of dresses, stockings and undergarments, grabbed hastily and held in a tangle against his chest. Dangling from one hand was a pink vanity case, and tucked under his arm was a softly curling brown wig ( Read more... )

In the middle of a Friday afternoon, Emma Skillpa stood from her chair and walked calmly to her room in the compound basement. She sat down at her desk and pulled the wig from her head, wiping the makeup gently from her face with a tissue. She unbuttoned her dress, letting it slip from her shoulders and pool at her feet, and then she reached for ( Read more... )

On the last day of January, Emma Skillpa found a bag.

It sat in the kitchen, seemingly abandoned, a bright smudge of pink on the otherwise colorlessly industrial counter top. She approached it apprehensively, glancing around to see if the owner might be nearby, but hanging from the handle was a tag with two words printed neatly on it.

Emma ( Read more... )

In the basement of The Compound, Emma Skillpa knelt on the floor, a pile of neatly folded clothes on the floor beside her while she searched elbow-deep in the box for the perfect dress ( Read more... )

The general elections for Island Council were done, and I was happy to post the results to the bulletin board:
Tabula Rasa Island Council Elected Positions - Term 10 ( Read more... )

"Oh, come onWhen Lux first turned up on his doorstep, it hadn't actually occured to Baze how much his life was going to change; he'd caught on pretty quickly, but the point is, it wasn't instantaneous. He had to learn. Some days, he's still not very good at it, but he's trying really hard, giving it his best shot, and that has to count for ( Read more... )