Selene didn't dream. She hadn't been able to dream on her own since she got her power. However, that didn't mean she didn't have fantasies or daydreams. She had plenty of those. Dreams of going to college and getting her license. Actually being able to help people beyond just drunkards. Not the superhero kind though ( Read more... )

Marco attacked the PlayStation.

Attacking was a good word for it, too. He certainly looked more like he was trying to smash everything in the game into oblivion rather than play it. He certainly didn't look like a guy who was just relaxing and having fun.

The fact is, Marco had not been a happy-go-lucky guy lately. Nothing out of the ordinary - ( Read more... )

Waterbending by herself. Fighting several people while being overlooked by Kang and Ronan. Bene Gesserit training in the morning. Worrying about the Outsiders. Fussing over Zuko and Sokka. Visiting Haku. Joking around with Jamie. Learning new dishes. Listening to music. Being curled up with Negi. Seeing Carol when she could. These were all things ( Read more... )

Selene was in the Sensorium for one reason and one reason only. She needed the space. She didn't ask Stacy to make anything except an empty white room. A big one. While she had been hopping dream to dream, she hadn't been really PRACTICING. And she needed practice ( Read more... )

Nicholas Angel was, by nature, not the happiest of men. There was no doubt about it from anyone that knew of him that he loved his job, that he was married to the service. Official vocab guidelines say "the force" is seen as too aggressive. The notepad was the greatest weapon any officer could ever have-that was one of his most fervent beliefs ( Read more... )

Not too long after his introduction to the rest of the crew, Lex slipped away to head back to the Lounge area. That particular part of the ship had been his main workspace for several months now. He knew he would have to share that space one day, and he was certainly prepared for it ( Read more... )

Stacy jerks and shudders to a sudden stop, likely upsetting more than a few things already upset because the comms have stopped working. And deep down inside Stacy, on the first level, a little section thoughtfully titled "Contagion Containment and Quarantine" spilled open ( Read more... )

The Vatican had a lot of ground to cover. Normally covered in expansive gardens (just empty plots on the ship) and comprised of a multitude of buildings, holing up there meant holing up in simply a part of the Vatican. The group was therefore in St. Peter's Basilica, which had had most of its entrances sealed off. Now they had to work on small ( Read more... )

She hadn't kept track of the days much anymore. She did know that when she tried to sleep though, it wasnt a nice fitful sleep. She hadnt expected as much to begin with, considering she hadn't had that kind of sleep since being here, but somehow, her dreams had gotten progressively worse. Now there would be glimpses of things, bits and pieces of a ( Read more... )

Selene, at the moment, was standing in a bar. Well, not standing. More like working. With a bunch of made up patrons and her co-workers and boss all made up by the sensorium as she walked around, serving drinks and having idle chats with regulars. She knew all the faces in her bar. She always did. She watched and studied most everyone who came in, ( Read more... )