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"Freezing rain," she says, and pours another inch and a half neatly into the bottom of a teacup liberated from the kitchen. "I've added that to my list. Freezing rain, dual carriageways, being shot at, and Tom Quinn telling me I could pass for Zoe's mother. I'd prefer any of the above ( Read more... )

McCoy's been settling in with the new status quo as best as he can. It's not like he's totally in love with hurtling even further into the past when he's already coping with losing five hundred centuries of gains in medicine and technology, but he's gonna make do. After what happened in the lab, he figures he's got no right in hell to complain ( Read more... )

September 21, 2011: After Leonard encounters Juliet on one of her daily swims, the two decide to get a drink together before getting to know each other a bit more intimately.
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Dated September 8, 2011: Juliet is moving in to her new hut and Ianto offers to lend her a hand. As she's still coming to grips with the Island, the conversation ends up being a good deal more helpful than the manual labor.
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Friday was Jack's favorite day of the week. He loved waking up before the sun and heading for the beach. He loved swimming. He loved the nets and lines. Every Friday he brought in a catch for the kitchen and the feeling of usefulness he got from the act was unrivaled by anything else he did during the week ( Read more... )

If there's one thing that's been a pleasant surprise about the damned island, it's that the drink is both available and, in the grander scheme of things, fairly acceptable ( Read more... )

It's filling the days that presents the biggest challenge. Yes, there are the occasional outbreaks of mass hysteria, monster attacks, and general mayhem, but the average day feels endless when there's no work to be done. Where it had been relaxing at first, like a long overdue holiday, now it's begun to wear on her. Her mind feels idle. She ( Read more... )

September 9, 2011

Two dangerous ladies with a few old acquaintances in common meet and catch up.

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Even by local standards, it hasn't been a very good morning.

Tessa woke up late, with a headache, and still on the damned island, which as far as she's concerned is enough to ruin her mornings into perpetuity. On her walk to the Compound she'd noticed an entirely uncharacteristic degree of noise and disturbance -- including something that sounded ( Read more... )