William had woken up at the usual, early time. He had, upon waking, the realization that he'd been wasting his mornings; all that prime, crisp early air ignored in favour of sitting in a stuffy island? Bugger that for a lark, he was going for a swim. And while the water was not a proper, bracing temperature - it was best if you had to break some ( Read more... )

It was not unusual to find Enjolras spending his afternoon in a corner of the Hub, surrounded by books and absorbed in reading or writing. What was less usual was the titles of the books--Les 120 journées de Sodome, ou l'École du libertinage, Justine ou les Malheurs de la vertu, La Philosophie dans le boudoir, among other of de Sade's works. Also ( Read more... )

"I still think there should be something in there about Austrians."

Alex sighed. The chick had been bugging him ever since he'd put the sign up. All he had wanted to do was find out just who on the island spoke German and instead it was turning into some sort of major discussion about exactly who was a German.

"Well, I thought that was sort of, you ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

Oh, sometimes life simply was not fair ( Read more... )

Rupert had been busy since the New Year, even though it wasn't really the new year, since the calendar was a bit messed up. However, a lot had happened- he'd had a near death experience1, a pretty good record as far as New Year celebrations went, and now, thank the Gods, the snow was gone! The sun was back! And he'd woken up to find a pile of ( Read more... )

If there was one thing Devon knew about a good New Year's Eve party, it was when to keep an eye on the clock and to get everyone's attention. He'd stuck close to Ellie five minutes to, and when the last minute began to tick away and nobody had done anything about it, he decided to take on the mantle ( Read more... )

If you had been upstairs in the Compound or in the Hub at six in the evening of December 31, you might have thought your eyes were playing tricks on you, or that you'd once again been whisked off to some strange, new place. Within the blink of an eye, the rooms had changed, sparkling instantly with festive decorations, and it was all so ( Read more... )

Spotted: One B demonstrating how even the best of us become our mothers in the end -unfortunately ( Read more... )

After the blistering heat, Anne had welcomed the snow with open, if surprised, arms. It was a time to wear as many of her heavy dresses as she liked and twist her hair into ornate styles and simply be in a way that the warm weather did not permit. Oh, it was very cold, but the compound remained warm, and it was a marvel of architecture now-- ( Read more... )