Toby Ziegler had a very tall bottle of 12 year old Macallan single malt whiskey, or at least, 12 years old from a given point of time that the island didn't necessarily adhere to. It was the same bottle he'd bought for himself the night that President Josiah Bartlett had been elected. He could tell, because there was a peculiar crease in the ( Read more... )

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Scout was gone, leaving Ray with a second empty hut behind his cabin. He hadn't stuck around home for long, too pissed off and sad to want to talk to anybody, do anything. So he just walked, thinking about Scout and Christopher Robin, and how they'd never really been his kids, they hadn't stayed in his hut, they hadn't called him dad, but all the ( Read more... )

Stephen’s first radio show had finally arrived. When he looked around at the equipment, he gave a sad little sigh - he missed his nightly television show. There, he had writers and a mob of an audience who would do anything he asked.

Plus, Stephen really had a face for TV.

But this was better than nothing, and he did have some experience with ( Read more... )

Political rhetoric and debate. That was the the somewhat deadpanned title of their first meeting, or 'session' as
Ainsley had called it. But, gathered they were, chairs in place, drinks nearby, jukebox behaving well and being silent,
and so Guy stood up.

"We start with an anecdote. An event central to the initiation of the Thirty Years' War in ( Read more... )

Toby's day had started off on an obnoxious note, mainly that he was still in the basement of the compound on an island in the Bermuda triangle. However, there was breakfast, and there was bacon at breakfast, and there was no one to get on his case for eating the bacon as opposed to eating, say, wilting green leaves with vinegar on them or ( Read more... )

Toby had walked out of the compound feeling satisfied with the day. He was done. Basically. He just needed to corral the island's citizens in one place for an hour and tell them that. More or less ( Read more... )

[ ] - Yes
[X] - NoCharles squinted at the two boxes, identacle in size and shape and disagreeable nature, for several moments. Then for several minutes. One had to be sure when it came to matters of love and marriage and so on, and there was no telling if perhaps his eyes were simply decieving him, or perhaps he was feverish and didn't know what he ( Read more... )

There had been a moment, when Toby had put his family menorah away, under his bed in the basement of the compound, after eight nights of saying the prayers and lighting the candles, that he hated the island with such vehemence and passion that he’d had to sit down. A year gone. More than. Without his children, without being able to teach them or ( Read more... )

Maladicta was not just up and about, but was in fact recovering again. She was turning a book over in her hands and debating whether or not to read it, in the rec room, because it was about dance. It was not a Disc book, it was something in Morpork- English, from Earth. She'd just finished a show in which she had had to dance, in public, and she ( Read more... )