Fish, a short and pasty-skinned young man with a wicked case of bed-head, is currently putting on public display his ability to be somehow pointy and soft at the same time, as well as his seasonal wardrobe, which can easily be summed up by the word 'overdressed'. He's sitting on a ledge bordering a garden, the stone slabs just wide enough for his ( Read more... )

Right, so.

In Xanadu, there's this garden - quiet, a little apart from the daily grind of the rest of the city. It's a memorial garden and as such it has its fair share of statues, some notable and some less so. The name of one of these reads Gates Enfys Keel Eddings above a simple inscription and two dates, and this isn't the way Enfys imagined ( Read more... )

i cant find harvestman.
hes been missing for like a week. maybe. i dont know. time is weird. hes not answering his phone. actually, someone took his phone from him and gave it to someone else. so.
hes not here. i know. i looked.
hes not in the city either. i asked around and no one has seen him.

idk what to do.
pretend this qas a question..

Click. Click. Click ( Read more... )

Xanadu, if it's a dream, is not like any dream that Ilde's ever had before ( Read more... )

Anyone know a good place to take photos? Please and thank you.

. . . This place is still pretty surreal, just saying.

For as mundane as most of their world seems to be, that hasn't stopped Richard and Delilah Vasko from having some problems with the doors in their house. Specifically, the closet door of Richard's Workroom, which is really the single most inconvenient door to open to a place it shouldn't.

...Other than the bathroom door, really.

( the trouble with doors )

ok i gotta move outta town and i gotta do it soon, and i need to find a american city that fits the following ( Read more... )

Sometimes, people find themselves hanging from places by their fingertips. Okay, no, most people don't. But sometimes Julian Pearce does. Hang by his fingertips. He's really good at it.

And sometimes when he lets go, the streets stop being tarmac and start being cobbled.

Okay, no. That never happens, and he lands a little more awkward than usual. ( Read more... )

Good evening.

Imagine you had to deliver some unexpected bad news to someone. Imagine, also, that you didn't know this person well at all and the bad news would come sort of out of nowhere, without a lot of explanation about how you know.

What would you do? How would you handle the situation?