Even if she didn't really have students at the dojo, Yuffie carried on her own practices every day, going patiently through routine and inventing where she needed to invent. As far as she was concerned, it was less about the moves themselves-- not that she left them out-- but about the different principles that made a practitioner into a ninja. ( Read more... )

Janet had never been a great reader, not only because she had never been encouraged to be but because anything of interest or importance could so much better be told. But, when no one she knew knew what she wanted to know, it had been time to try the books ( Read more... )

The facts were these. Two days ago a dead body had been discovered on the island by one Charlotte Charles and the Piemaker, Ned. This had been the second such occurrence (the body, not who had found it) and its discovery had led to widespread consternation, possibly even panic on the Island of Tabula Rasa. These events alone would not have upset ( Read more... )

Hospitals in Los Angeles had never been Wesley's favourite place in the world. That was something of an understatement. Typically, the reasons one found themselves in hospice had to do with injuries that couldn't be explained -- not unless you wanted to try explaining 'I was impaled by a three-horned demon' to the orderlies as Wesley once had, ( Read more... )

Days like today and there was only one thing that Tosh could think to do. Actually, two things, the first being thank whatever god was out there that she was in her own body, and that Jackson was safe. The second was to open up the Hub ( Read more... )

The clinic wasn't a very boring place, but it wasn't exactly a mecca of entertainment and hobbies either. Conversation was pleasing if you could catch a doctor's attention long enough to get out several words. There was also the pleasant enjoyment of a good book, but Wesley's gaze strained easily and he grew weary when recuperating from pain. That ( Read more... )

On occasion, Wesley saw fit to traverse the Island with a book within his hands, perusing the text of some Latin-based spell or perhaps some Arthur Conan Doyle piece, which never failed to entertain him. He had learned the ways and paths and with the boardwalk, he could make his way with relative ease. He would slip shoes off and walk the beach to ( Read more... )

This is one play that Geoffrey's not watching alone, even if it means keeping Duck backstage at his side throughout the entire thing. Part of it's because it's just too special to him, to them, and experiencing it alone just seems wrong. And part of it's that Geoffrey's nervous, more nervous than he was for the last couple of plays - he's taken a ( Read more... )

With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

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