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... )

The stage was barely recognizable as just that anymore. Practically from the very moment Geoffrey gave Isabel his permission for the Midwinter Masque to be held on the stage, a small crew of very dedicated people went into a flurry of motion and set out to decorate the stage as grandly as possible. Between The Doctor, Glinda, Evey, Angela, Isabel ( Read more... )

The ceremony at the church had been cold and nearly as evocative of icy memories as the year before when she had stood up in the snowy weather to take her vows. It seemed as though all proper events would occur under the cloudy storms of a chilly, yet familiar season. With Lydia travelling with them, Jane was most sure to bundle her up in the ( Read more... )

It had been a few day since it happened ( Read more... )

Violet was not having a bad day. Such a day might have been full of biting insects, crying babies, and liverwurst for lunch (unless you like that sort of thing). Instead, today was working fairly well. She had a family who was well, a best friend who was... ... perhaps not well, but at the least she had a best friend, actually knew people ( Read more... )

Lucy was looking for someone. Mr Blunt in fact. She'd finished the book on Poussin he'd written and found one he'd also written about a man called Picasso. That one had stumped her a bit, and she wanted to find him and ask him about it. It only seemed right to return the books tot he man who had written them as well ( Read more... )

Jane had been a Mama for some eleven days now and yet the wonder and the joy had not disappeared in the very least. Oh! How she could gaze upon her daughter's eyes and not speak a word and yet find perfect content. Today, she was taking Lydia upon her second ever walk in the name of a very good cause; that of suitable clothing ( Read more... )

There is somethin' that ain't quite right 'bout the outside o' my hut, an' it's taken me a couple a days to figure out jus' what's wrong.

Some o' my stuff is missin'!  I figure it out now, standin' outside an' lookin' real hard at the outside, like it's a puzzle I gotta be solvin' before it drives me loony.  Yeah, now I see it, there's some toys ( Read more... )

It was, according to her calendar, the day that her pregnancy would have been done, had she listened to the variety of books she had amassed. Forty weeks had passed (and some days in addition) and there she stood, Lydia kicking at the ready, but hardly in her arms as a newborn; she was yet still inside. Jane was beginning to become quite worried ( Read more... )

Wendy was flying, and that was the only fact that really needs knowing ( Read more... )