Castle wouldn't lie -- well, he would, but he would never do so about famous literary pieces -- when he said that Dracula was one of his favorites and that if he could stalk Stoker and ask about all the literary inspirations that he took to create his opus, he would. He would stalk him so hard that he'd be a one-man mob with torch and pitchfork ( Read more... )

There's a select group of people scattered throughout the Compound today, any of which someone might happen to run into, but only if they know where to look.

In the IPD Office, there's a tall woman with long brown hair sitting behind one of the auxiliary desks and filling out some long-neglected paperwork. She's been putting off her patrol ( Read more... )

The thing that had taken the longest were the mugs. Because there couldn't be a morning show without mugs and coffee, and painting their faces on them had taken a lot longer than Troy had thought it would. Like... at least an hour. Plus, it was really hard to get the shades of brown right ( Read more... )

Dated August 5th, 2011:
"Honestly, Castle, I'm trying to deal with this the best I can. What, do you want me to wear a parka or something equally ridiculous?"

Castle wakes up a woman and Beckett wakes up young. They find a way to make it work after worries of entrapment.

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Dated August 5th, 2011:
Castle does the most ( Read more... )

Duck's not jealous of the GAE. For one thing, he's been building huts here for five years now; he knows his craft, even if the majority of his skills aren't meant to produce something fancy. And for another, he's fifty, too old and wise for jealousy ( Read more... )

DATED SEPTEMBER 21, 2011:
It was too fast to see but for only a second, and she felt the pain blossom in her shoulder, but when she looked down, there was no blood, just a quickly dissolving bruise as the impact re-directed the bullet's path. It shot through the window and right for the kitchen, and Beckett could only shout out in warning, a ( Read more... )

On a long enough timeline, they say, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero. This is true in both death and disappearance. We don't know where we go when we leave this place... Whether or not we return home, minds wiped, or if we simply... Vanish. Blink out of existence. After five years, we have no answers... Just best guesses and as many ( Read more... )

The classroom was strewn in disarray of copies of Lord of the Flies, newspapers (Castle felt a pang of guilt at destroying as much literature as they had for the project, but he calmed himself with the reminder that the bookshelf refilled often and handily), and the sticky substance best used to create paper-mache. It was, as far as he was ( Read more... )

Ain't a thing in the verse makes sense anymore. Ain't a thing here that he recognises. River's here, but she's like a half-memory, different. He remembers her as a girl, awkward, growing but here she is, holding a baby that she swears is his. And that's a piece of knowledge that he hasn't quite figured his way around yet. Fact, isn't hard to ( Read more... )

Dated May 17th, 2011:
In continuing efforts to be a good boyfriend, Castle provides cake without even needing to apologize for a misstep (though he might be trying to cushion the fact that he'd spoken with Alexis about the possibility of future Beckett-Castle offspring).

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