There is someone in the agora who has no interest in asking questions. He would quite possibly be fascinated with the sky whales and interdimentional city, but right now what occupies his thoughts and actions is what was transported to Xanadu along with him: a blanket fort.

Eight year old Jeff Wash is inside the fort, fussing with its structure. An ( Read more... )

So Penelope is in Xanadu today looking somewhat less chic than usual. For anyone who knows her, this would be cause enough for concern, but when she lights her cigarette and takes a drag, the way her hands shake is more than a little unsettling in itself ( Read more... )

"Everyone knows the story, right ( Read more... )

Near the Agora, a redhead marches across the grass ( Read more... )

Xana, Mabel. Eleven years old, precocious as all get-out, currently in a hot pink phase she'll never really outgrow, sports a busted lip, and is just a bit dead. She's got her arms crossed and is here to talk about Serious Business, all right ( Read more... )

It's fucking snowing.

At least, it had been snowing somewhere, evident in clumps of it clinging to Harvestman's tennis shoes and scattered through his hair. He's dressed entirely inappropriate for such weather, wearing his usual ripped up jeans and a certain t-shirt. In one hand is a bagged bottle of brandy, which no, you can't have ( Read more... )

Magda is sitting quietly in the Agora, muffled in winter velvet. She hasn't been back to Messina since the night of Morgana's party--hasn't seen her mother, or her wounded father, who she knows is somewhere--might be dead, might not, she doesn't know what Martel did to him and she finds that most of the time she doesn't care, let his blood be ( Read more... )

For the first time, Morgana is slightly later than she would like delivering her offering to her patron.  She thinks she has just made it on time, but is not entirely certain.  Although the offering in question is not only made by her own hands (anyone who witnessed her doing so, may have found some amusement) but also she met someone she hopes ( Read more... )

In the middle of the Agora is a motionless body. Blond hair that was once held back is draped over her shoulders. She almost looks like she is dead except for the occasional rise and fall of her back ( Read more... )

"Whoa, whoa, OH SHIT! That's gonna hurt ( Read more... )