It was a pretty big sodding difference these days, cooking in the kitchen of the compound - though Bill wasn't sure it could be called that at the moment. It was rather nice, actually, having so much more available to work with, and not only was there whatever they had on hand, it was easy to nip out to the shops and pick up a thing or two. Bill ( Read more... )

Once Bill had discovered people had woken up with powers they'd not had yesterday, he'd not been able to help the surge of excitement as he dug out his wand - it had been so long, he'd long since stopped carrying it. When it proved to still be in effect a rather useless, albeit nice-looking, piece of wood, he'd shoved it back in its place in ( Read more... )

It's not actually possible to force himself to be happy, but Priestly can at least force himself back to work and back out into the world of people instead of keeping to the treehouse and slipping out at night to pick up whatever he needs to survive on. (He could probably have counted on Rachel to keep him supplied, but what kind of an asshole ( Read more... )

It was undeniable to anyone who saw him lately that Bill was back ( Read more... )

Okay, maybe the music's a little too loud. But if people are coming in for breakfast then they want to wake up, and if they want to wake up then a little old school punk is a good way to do it. He still misses Claudia's radio show playing while he's working breakfast, but some days he manages to put together a decent substitute. And okay, maybe he ( Read more... )

Generally too busy with the prep and then the cleanup afterward, Lew rarely ever took the time to just sit and enjoy the fruits of his labor along with the rest of the breakfast crowd. Today, though, he had decided to make an exception. Of course, that meant that the preparation area was sort of left in shambles until he was prepared to deal with ( Read more... )

It had started out as an ordinary Friday night. George had gone to the Winchester early to start on Friday dinner, and while the end of the school term meant he hadn't brought any revision with him, he'd still brought a bit of reading material in the form of newspapers from home that the bookshelf had provided him earlier. They were from a bit in ( Read more... )

Slipping the fishnet fingerless gloves up her arm, Delirium hummed happily as she slid into comfortable and familiar clothes. The dress was sweet, pink but the rest of it was her. The fishnets, the boots stolen from a fallen angel and her family's silver sigils hanging around her hips rather than her neck tied to a rather colourful belt. She was ( Read more... )

Lew was sure that having an animal seated at the table was bound to not go over well with everyone who rolled in and out of the kitchen that morning, but frankly, he didn't really give a fuck. Anyone who had a big enough issue with it could A) blow him and B) take their raised pinkies over to the nonexistent, uppity fine dining establishment four ( Read more... )

By some miracle, over the last few days, Marshall Gregson had managed not to bake himself into oblivion ( Read more... )