When Tony had arrived on the island, he'd carried several items with him through the veil. Aside from the clothes on his back, there had been a lighter, a wallet filled almost entirely with things rendered utterly useless, and a black cellular phone just shy of a full charge. On this phone was housed the following: 7 images of Tony's ex-girlfriend ( Read more... )

The timing was not right. Harry was getting used to that aspect of life on the island, how things did not always sync up the way they should. It wasn't something he could fix. Sirius had told Harry what happened in his future, briefly, and that had sort of been nice but had left him with more questions too, questions that he didn't want answered ( Read more... )

Planning a party was both easier and harder than Billy imagined it would have been. Luckily, he had the entire week to plan things out between classes, and with Alexis helping out wherever she could, things came together easily ( 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... )

It'd been so fucking easy to put together, Chris didn't understand how he'd been the first person to think of it. Yeah, there'd been plenty of parties on the island before-- or so Chris had been told-- but he wasn't sure that any of them had been real, proper parties and not a group of people just sort of milling around, sipping at glasses of wine ( Read more... )

After two days, Hermione finally removed the metaphorical leash. It couldn't have happened a minute sooner. Harry appreciated the concern and liked having Hermione around, but at a certain point her worrying grated on his nerves and if she hadn't let him out of her sight, he would have snapped. He didn't want to, and had already said a few ( Read more... )

Remus is on his second cup of coffee.

It's foul and acidic and makes his empty stomach want to shrivel up and crawl out of his body--he's never even liked the smell of coffee--but it's hot and however bad it tastes, at least it tastes strongly of something. At least it doesn't taste like blood.

Nothing does, he thinks. It wasn't real, didn't count ( Read more... )

October 31, 2010:
Despite their differences, Jacob and Remus have terribly similar nightmares: after attacking one another as wolves, the cloud they walked into passes, leaving them with plenty they need to discuss but would rather forget.

Warning: The beginning of the post features violence and disturbing imagery

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Xander looked over the assembled sight with a sense of pride. There was a large campfire high up enough on the beach that they wouldn’t be disturbed by the tides. He’d circled it with stones to be safe and stacked up enough fire food to go into the night. He’d rescued logs from the forests and buildings sights for seats, both stumps for chairs and ( Read more... )

Back home, before coming to the island, Helen had always done her shopping online. It took some of the fun out of it, to be sure, but when she hardly spent a day at home before going out into the field again it was just practical to shop online and have it shipped. Of course, that'd been a double edged sword and Helen had a collection of shoes ( Read more... )