Sitting in front of the Compound against a fallen tree, his legs stretched out in front of him and Ozzy lying on her side in the grass as she slept, Joe had his guitar in his lap and the small kit he'd found in his hut the other morning open beside him. The strings had already been tightened and he'd cleaned the guitar carefully and was now tuning ( Read more... )

There was snow ( Read more... )

After waking up Halloween morning in Russell Hammond's arms to find things are just like they should be, Penny has her Halloween bus party. All threads are still in progress, and post is still open for tags.

It makes him miss his ma ( Read more... )

"Six months is a long time, Penny."

It was a long time, alright, and she was well aware of it. It was why she was sitting on the edge of the merry-go-round, bare feet dragging through the woodchips as the wheel slowly rotated, a joint between two fingers of one hand. Six months. It would've been an eternity back home, half a year, one-sixth of ( Read more... )

Outspan's in the kitchen, making tea, mostly because it seems like the thing to do. It's strange - whenever he walks in, despite the fact that he's been on the Island for months now, he always expects to see Maureen making dinner, or Gráinne singing loudly along to the radio, or his Ma standing at the sink, up to her elbows in soapy water and ( Read more... )

The weather doesn't look so hot.

Tyra's in the rec room because she's got not desire to get caught in the rain at all, so she's in the rec-room. Her and Tim used to play a lot of pool back in Dillon, and the pool table's looking sort of lonely, so Tyra figures she'll play herself ( Read more... )

The old restlessness was getting into her again ( Read more... )

And finally, everything was more or less quiet. Lily had gone back to her daughter and her husband, Mike was coming and going and, mostly, it was just Eostre and the girls.

The girls. Her girls ( Read more... )

Outspan has been aware of the pool table for a long time now, but he was never stricken with the whim to use it. Until now. Until he heard or smelled or saw, or really just imagined, something that reminded him of home, and how after he was done busking he would pack up his guitar and whatever money he'd earned and head down to his uncle's bar ( Read more... )