Dressed down in a pair of tight black trousers and a fairly innocent looking shirt that he hadn't worked out the double meaning of yet, Vince sat in the middle of the rec room floor surrounded by various picture books. The shelf seemed to have nothing else on offer, but that was alright, Vince really liked the books with pictures in them. They were ( Read more... )

Since M had shown up, Rictor had been a little more focused than usual on the treehouse. It had a ways to go, of course, but he felt like there was more of a point to it than before. He wasn't sure how she was settling in though or how things had gone with Jamie ( Read more... )

( Spoilers for X-Factor Volume 3 )

The whole building a tree house thing was pretty time-consuming and sort of slow-going. Eventually Rictor decided to take another break from it and after a shower, he went back to reading really, really old issues of comics. Between the House of M stuff and the Civil War stuff and the other X-Factor stuff, he couldn't really read too much from the ( Read more... )

To say Vince Noir lacked depth wouldn't exactly be true. You see, nestled between the nonsense and the chaos, Vince had random moments of utter clarity and introspection... or sometimes outrospection, depending who he was with. It didn't happen often, and it wasn't really cause for concern. After all, his lone braincell might have been a bit ( Read more... )

The jukebox had been in the middle of what seemed to be an endless Journey and REO Speedwagon medley when Rictor almost sat on it ( Read more... )

( Radio - April 29 )

Vince had been told by several people, on several different occasions, that some of the island's inhabitants were, in fact, not real. 'Fictional' had been the word they'd used, and for all Vince had listened (and even managed to retain the information), he was still struggling to understand the fact that he, himself, was not real. In fact, he was ( Read more... )

It was late for dinner, Tony had been distracted, scouting out a good place for a new hut. He wanted it to be close to NCIS, but a bit of physical distance between the two wouldn't be so bad either. He'd found a spot just after dark, and hoped that he'd remember where it was in the morning ( Read more... )

The bookshelf sucked sometimes and that evening was no exception. Eventually Rictor just had to make do with the only book on it that wasn't a self-help book or a comic about his life. It ended up being a book on origami, but he was still in a decent enough frame of mind that he accepted the bookshelf's challenge and decided to learn a new and ( Read more... )