The weeks of being in classes had done well for Pearl. She had gotten much better at reading, and sometimes it seemed even the Compound was pushing her on by giving her books she wanted to read. Today the shelves had been filled with detective novels, Nancy Drew especially, and she picked one out to read and took it as well as a peeled orange from ( Read more... )

There were a few benefits to finding comfort in spending hours in the lab every day. One of them was that, when you had to sketch costumes for a play, it was much easier to do on 3D holographic models ( Read more... )

This was a fantastic day, better by far than your average Saturday. Because instead of getting stuck to someone all day or being snowed on, today had brought no end of adventure and treasure-hunting ( Read more... )

For an island that's supposed to be a new start, sort-of-but-not deserted and kind of a near version of utopia, there was a hell of a lot of what felt like work for Catherine in the past two months, and today, she decided to hell with it ( 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... )

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... )

Lucy sat on the grass near the school. She'd finished a class, and had some tutoring by Susan as well. Now she was drawing. Feverishly drawing in a way, one of the compound cats who had wandered outside for a while ( Read more... )

There were simple pleasures of childhood that Pearl had missed out on because of her upbringing. She had only heard of making sand castles through a book she had read for her class, which had pictured a girl not much older than herself playing in the sand. She decided the day was nice enough to try it herself. There were no strange-shaped ( Read more... )

He shouldn't have been surprised, and really he wasn't particularly, but Coin had not quite generalized mysterious presents that were happening to other people into something that he should expect. He hadn't been waiting for his own present.

But the tag said Coin- nothing else- and he supposed it wasn't very likely that anyone else was named Coin ( Read more... )

Lucy had just meant to look in the rec room for Scout, Pearl or Coin, Wednesday or Samara. She had the tent Coin had made her, and thought organising a camping trip up the mountain would be lovely now the weather was warm again ( Read more... )