First and foremost, this is a party.  It may be celebrating the end of summer, and the opening of a business, but it's a party, with all and sundry invited.  There is food, wine, music, and, hopefully, something to keep everyone entertained.

Yes, it is a mixture of what the hostess has always known -- there are sheaves of corn used in decoration -- ( Read more... )

there are some really good folks i know of, got their hearts in the right place. sometimes they gotta do shitty things, sometimes they think their shitty people, way of the world all that shit. but their good people, right? you can trust them to be good people. you can trust them to be there for those who need them and if they arent they gotta damn ( Read more... )

Here is a short man, pale as milk, soft as a pillow, carrying a clipboard and pen and wearing a button that bears the letters ODTAC in yellow. Black suit, black tie, black shoes, black bed-head. Both his posture and the dusky heaviness of his eyelids suggest drowsiness, but he's wearing an interested expression regardless, clearly making an effort ( Read more... )

"Uh oh," says the Pie Maker upon entering Xanadu with a blink and a look of not-quite surprise which then quickly morphs into a look of not-quite confusion. His expression exhibits for display a less than welcome one to the street he finds himself in, full of several strange looking cars that are absolutely not his own ( Read more... )