The front door opens ( Read more... )

"Woah! This is, like, so TOTALLY not the student lounge." a lilac head composed almost entirely of giant eyes and an even larger nose that manages to look adorable if she does say so herself spins around like a kid in a candy store ( Read more... )

Ace is limping.

Mostly because her Damn Work Shoes are too damn small. And she spent the last of her last insultingly paltry check on food, since mum went and blew all of this month's cash on her liquid diet.

All in all?

Ace can't wait until she's old enough to blow out of Perivale.

Jim was scrubbing the floor (on his hands and knees, with a scrubbrush) of the galley, until it wasn't the galley anymore ( Read more... )

He's not a happy soldier and he's got a lot to chew over. The moons here haven't affected him so far, but...that can always change.

He doesn't know.

He just.

God this sucks.

Ace comes in, looking rather rough ( Read more... )

The last time Ace showed up here, she'd been locked out of her home ( Read more... )

So one minute, right? One minute you're in a bloody kitchen, a werewolf's bloody kitchen with a broken butcher's knife, covered in the bloody werewolf's blood and assorted nicks from fist fighting it, and the next you've managed to stumble into a cupboard. Only the bloody cupboard is a bleeding hotel ( Read more... )

Jim spent most of the morning working on his chores, rushing through them so fast that Silver occasionally had to knock him on the head and make him do a particular task again. It seemed to Jim that every time he finished anything, the old cyborg had something new for him to clean, wash, mop, dust, polish, or scrape ( Read more... )

She was hungry ( Read more... )