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... )

Once again the Island had carried out a peaceful and democratic election, which Dale felt was always a cause for celebration. The work was done, the results were in, and it was time for everyone to let loose for one night. If there was one thing that nearly everyone on the Island agreed on, it was that they liked a good party ( Read more... )

If Wednesday didn't know better, she would've thought the island had sent her home for her island-versary. Actually, she didn't know better, and so when the graveyard appeared just behind her hut, full of mossy old graves and dead flowers and illuminated by the full moon, she made a very thorough investigation before determining that she hadn't, in ( Read more... )

"That is not happening."

John stood in the center of the path with both his hands in the air, chest puffed out and ready for debate. In the silence that followed, his head cocked to the side, upper body swelling to dangerous capacity as he sucked in more air.

"I can't tell her you're my imaginary friend," he ground out. "Sure as shit not past ( Read more... )

There was nobody it surprised more than the man himself, but it seemed as if Flagg was really starting to warm up to the island. Sure, at first it had rankled him that he was put so far out of his way, but wasn't this kinda like the equivalent of those commercials where the guy tosses his beeper into the Caribbean and cracks open a beer instead? ( Read more... )

The days were becoming shorter and the nights slightly cooler.  While Garak heard many island residents extolling these meterological changes, he could not join them.  He preferred long hot days, even if he wasn't the cold-blooded reptile he had been accused of being.  He would acknowledge that the accusers were possibly not referring to his ( Read more... )

In Arya's considered opinion, this was entirely unfair. Her band was playing without her, just because of some stupid age limit that shouldn't even apply to her, anyway.

It wasn't like she'd never seen a naked person before. How bad could it be? She'd seen people die, it couldn't possibly be any worse than that, so who did it hurt ( Read more... )

The Island knew how to push Danica's buttons and it was doing a damn good job today. She was dying, that much was obvious; if she'd thought she had dick envy back in New York, it was nothing compared to how much she was cursing her gender this afternoon. The aching cramps had come as a shock after centuries of pain-free femininity, but it was ( Read more... )

Dated June 10, 2009:
Wednesday decides to ride the blizzard out in her own home rather than seeking shelter elsewhere, and Peter braves the storm to join her there. After sealing up all the cracks around the doors and windows and lighting some candles, they curl up under the covers together and tell scary stories to pass the time.

[HERE | FTB | PG ( Read more... )

Wednesday had been ignoring the situation for as long as she could, but 'as long as she could' didn't turn out to be forever. There did come a point where these things could not be neglected anymore, and ultimately Wednesday was the pragmatic sort; she wasn't going to make a big fuss about it ( Read more... )