Ryan still hasn't gone home. He still doesn't know what he's going to do once he gets there, though some ideas are clearer than others. He's getting better at recognizing scents, though he hasn't tried to. Quite the opposite, in fact.

He's distracting himself with a radio he found. He has yet to find a station in English (or any other language he

Spoon is turning a silver bullet over in his hand. Over and over again until he can't stand it any more and drops it. Then he goes and picks it up again. Rinse. Repeat.

She hadn't been able to find her herbs for moondays, and it was almost strange to feel them coming on after so long without them in pard form...but here she was fully human. And herbless, and so the moondays came with more discomfort than she used to. It was fair easy to remain cloistered, there was water aplenty from the sink and a bread loaf of ( Read more... )

Wet has happened!

COLORED WET!

INSIDEThis is upsetting for several reasons ( Read more... )

There is a tall, brown man sitting in yoga position out in a garden which was polite enough to show up for him today. Chris is at peace with the world.

Or asleep.

Whichever.

The woman was falling. Backward. As if a moment ago she had been pressed tightly against a wall rather than passing through a door. Her fingers scrabbled at the air, then straightened in surprised shock as she felt nothing, nothing behind her ( Read more... )