After finding the island changed, even if they both stayed the same, Nothing and Tobi head to the Compound, deciding to put together the perfect matching costumes.

[[Dated to the afternoon of Halloween. Thread ongoing.]]

Spotted: S, B, and C, not letting a little thing like locale stand in the way of tradition. It may not be Manhattan, but that doesn't mean that our favorite expatriates won't be doing their best to pretend otherwise. The annual Masked Ball has started off with a bang - but will it end the same way? Somehow, we think the recent arrival of Lonelyboy ( Read more... )

The day stood bleached white: everything from the sea birds to the sand to the man's pale skin…to his lover's suffering expression, and to her stark white underwear. He knew she would follow him into oblivion if he led her there; she trusted him. But he couldn't fault Diane for being afraid, this one...last...time.

A day and a half had passed ( Read more... )

After his shower that afternoon, Joe stood in the bathroom and appraised himself in the mirror for a long moment before picking up the razor on a spur of the moment decision. Half an hour later he left the bathroom, dry, dressed and bald. Nearly two years ago he'd shaved his head to celebrate ten months of being clean, but this was something else ( Read more... )

It had taken Fraser longer than expected to arrange the first meeting, but now that the day had at last come, Fraser couldn't help but feel as if it had all been worth it. At long last he was ready for his first ever Island Scouts meeting, and he'd set up a few small work areas on a shady spot on the beach ( Read more... )

Want to know how to make a party happen? Take two bored teenage girls, a crate of champagne and a whole lot of free time, and sooner or later, something's bound to turn up. On the Upper East Side, the spoiled spawn of the fabulously wealthy don't wait to get invites - they make the party come to them. And you can take the girls out of the city, but ( Read more... )

It had been a really weird day.

Eric had been to a lot of weddings (mostly his mother's) and he was pretty sure they weren't supposed to be so, well…funereal. Oh, the wedding had been beautiful of course. Lily van der Woodsen-er, Lily Bass, now-wouldn't have anything less than a beautiful wedding. She had lots of practice, if nothing else. But ( Read more... )

He slept cocooned in leather ( Read more... )

The facts were these that on this fine Saturday morning, several things were not as they should be. These things were not catestrophic, life altering events whose very nature would change the course of history; no they were more the sorts of events that were rather inconvenient and a little scarring for those involved. You see, on the island of ( Read more... )

Peter had just barely begun to explore the island when certain events forced him back to Summerfell and safety, keeping his siblings on nonnegotiable lockdown for the duration of the killings. It wasn't entirely successful considering Ed's independent streak and the girls' fervent protests, but his family emerged from the crisis safe and unharmed, ( Read more... )