Life, as it turned out, was just full to the brim with the unexpected. Not simply a little unexpected, no, but complete and total out of left field nonsense. The island and being a mortal upon it happened to be only one unexpected event of a vast universe of unappreciated surprises ( Read more... )

The day had begun as innocuously as any other, a fact which Corey was doing her very best to ignore, for she traditionally had little time or interest in anything innocuous. The island was a great, fat bore with no end in sight, entirely too hot and filled with self-involved mortals who ran about as they always did, taking everything entirely too ( Read more... )

Peter Pan was growing up.

It was a very terrible thing.

He'd been growing for weeks and weeks, but now he knew it. The unsettled, shifting feeling in him was finally explained, and he hated it. Hated the idea of bones that were growing now. That he was growing up right now and there was nothing he could do ( Read more... )

Tosh wasn't sure about anyone else, but she needed a drink ( Read more... )

Everything felt quite inexplicably wrong.

Even his skin seemed peculiar, too sensitive perhaps, and when he dragged himself out of bed and stumbled into the baths, he almost slipped on the tile. Regaining his balance with far less than his usual ease, he wondered dimly if he might be ill--a fever, perhaps, given how strange the world seemed, ( Read more... )

It wasn't unusual for music to be coming from the Hub. That was sort of the point of the place, after all. What was unusual was for the accompanying voice to be so clear, rich and steady, spilling out onto the pathway and echoing into the surrounding jungle ( Read more... )

It had been a rousing success, as far as Jane would admit. For the whole day, she had spent it hanging the shimmery navy blue gauze from posts about the area in front of the compound, trusting the strange machines of the radio to broadcast music until it was too late, and then, she trusted to the musicians that were in attendance to play. There was ( Read more... )

The Doctor was getting used to this, really, and after arming himself with several cups of coffee and some breakfast, he headed into the booth once more to get this week's show started.

( Week Three. )

Delirium had happily accepted the, mostly, cleaned murderous head of the dinosaur from Ragetti and had set off early to breakfast. She had read Whitman until the early hours of the morning again and she was tired but she had breakfast to make. She had promised Greg she would teach him cooking but not today. Not when she was so tired ( Read more... )

It wasn't that the sun bothered Duckie. No, no, that wasn't it at all. He was a strapping...sun-loving kinda guy. You know, when it wasn't an every day thing. And when he didn't know just when it would end ( Read more... )