The island was not exactly a utopia when it came to the arts, as far as Nathan was concerned. Sure, there was a little bit of theatre, and every so often people hauled out their musical instruments for some little party or another, but the island seemed to value physical talents over anything else and that was just a little bit too high school for ( Read more... )

Nathan's life wasn't supposed to be like this, though he still had to admit that the island was a lot better than prison. (The food, for instance, was a lot more palatable, and most of the time Nathan didn't feel the need to fashion a shiv out of a plastic utensil.) It didn't seem like that long ago when Nathan had a good job, a great girlfriend, ( Read more... )

Angela had spent what felt like at least a year (but was really just a couple of weeks), not leaving her hut much except to go outside and find more things on which to take out her anger against the island; fruit to throw and crush, sticks to smash into something beyond kindling, rude parrots and monkeys to yell at. (She might have been angry, but ( Read more... )

Nathan wasn't sulking, because Nathan didn't sulk. If he looked a bit put out, however, it might have been because for the first time since he'd come to the island he wasn't running for a position on the Island Council. If they'd actually considered upkeep of the compound important enough to place on the Council then he would've been a shoo-in, but ( Read more... )

"We're going to have to talk about your issues," said Nathan, finally biting the bullet and doing what should have been done a long time ago. "You can do things on your own - I've seen you do things on your own - but you insist on this unhealthy attachment to Craig ( Read more... )

The evidence had been disposed of. The cat food he fed to the roving pack of cats, a little bit to each, spreading it out to make it more difficult to piece back together. As for the tins themselves, he stripped and burned the labels and hid them in amongst the rest of the recyclables from the kitchen. They were probably being used as candle ( 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... )

Nathan was determinedly not cleaning, even though there were a few crumbs next to the sink and a dirty cup on the counter. It was his self-decreed day off, and the only things he planned to do were eat, read and take a nice long bubblebath. Possibly all at the same time ( Read more... )

Eddie knew that Eostre needed more help than ever now, which was why he volunteered to take on a meal for her. Of course, that didn't mean she wasn't still underfoot, because apparently an Eostre with nothing to do was an unhappy Eostre indeed. Still, with that much tea and baking surrounding him Eddie thought nothing of incorporating the fruits of ( Read more... )

Nathan isn't actually that uptight about cleanliness. He's really not. It's just that years of living with Curtis has driven him to find the hygiene standards of every other person he meets suspect. Really, Nathan has plenty of other interests, like classic rock and politics and the poetry of Leonard Cohen. He doesn't have to be trailing around ( Read more... )