Dated August 20, 2010:
On a sunny afternoon, for two conversations the status quo seems to be 'well,' as helped along by a little citrus.

[ HERE | both in progress | PG]

Make no mistake: Disco was super cheesy. That doesn't mean that it wasn't also super fun. The whole point of the movement was being free and ridiculous, and even after living through the backlash in the Eighties when everyone conveniently forgot they'd been disco fiends, I had to give all those dancing queens credit for knowing how to have a good ( Read more... )

Several reasons could be found to mope about the weather. Rain had ruined quite a bit of his liquor production, and it had proven that neither their wooden hut nor their underground cellar was as watertight as they might have hoped. Reason, surely, for despair.

But Guy wasn't despairing (and it should be noted that, lacking in liquor as he was, ( Read more... )

All his life, Mathias has held back where his brother would have acted ( Read more... )

Time on the island was something of a relative concept, but the calendar said it was July the 4th today, and to Harry that meant only one thing: barbecue time. It'd been an awfully long time since he'd last set foot on American soil, and to him that made it all the more important to keep up with traditions from home. There were enough displaced ( Read more... )

Watch your wallet and pocket your watches: this is New Orleans.

Tinny tingling voice all jazzed through the intercom's telling him he's home, and Snafu knows enough to pull his bag off the rack, even if he doesn't feel anything yet. It's kind of unreal, like the voice, like the way the light in the car is soft gold and the world outside the big ( Read more... )

I fell ( Read more... )

Waking up at the crack of dawn with buzzing nerves, Sookie Stackhouse had spent about ten hours in the kitchen and rec area before things were finally in place for the potluck dinner. The first several hours were a single-handed effort, getting certain dishes that she knew would take longer into the ovens and on the grill, such that even during ( Read more... )

Chekov was still bored out of his mind, and his observations on the Island had now filled up more space than he could really care for. He still found nothing to do with logic anywhere in those pages, and he continued to do it just because there was really nothing else to do ( Read more... )

Most days, Nate runs. In the cool of the early morning or late evening he runs, a circuit from Compound to beach and around the quiet shores on the northwest corner of the island, leading him back to where he began. He tries to not see too many metaphors in running in circles, tries to just give himself permission to do it. He tries to give ( Read more... )