Finally, finally got to see the CNP--the man is scattered to the four winds, but he knows his shit, or sounds like he does. And he rode up to the Health Center on a moped. In my head, I call him Nurse Crotch-Rocket ( Read more... )

So. I posted the first four parts in comments (due to it being a comment fic), but this “Reversal”-verse really took on a hideous life of it's own. Each part gets longer than the last, and I don't have enough comment room, and then the posted comments box gets narrower and weird the more you reply on a single thread-oy, it was a shunder. Sorry, strickens_girl ( Read more... )

( Bit of a random update )

Um, so. Yeah. This has been floating around my hard drive, and my various email accounts in one form, or another for a year. It's slow going, because I have no idea if it even works as a story, and I keep changing shit around ( Read more... )

This damn thing. Done for now, though there's still stories piling up behind my eyes for this 'verse.

But for now, it's answering fb for the previous parts and flist-crawling.

Other detainees in the Prisoner!verse are held here.

( The First Hours Of The Rest Of His Life 3 )

Thank you so much for sticking with this thing, written as it was between status calls, part orders and the dissemination of general information to complete morons. I've got DM to finish up for fire_fic, but I won't be able to till I get this 'verse out of my head for at least a few weeks ( Read more... )

It wouldn't let me go. I got other shit I need to write and desperately want to write, but it wouldn't. Let. Me go.

( The First Hours Of The Rest Of His Life )