It's not necessarily a good thing that Becky can sometimes be like a mun teenager compulsively refreshing her LJ friendslist.  Because while it keeps her up-to-date...

She stumbles across things she doesn't want or need to know.

She ran to the medical room.  Martha's not there.  Called upstairs - the limo's out.  No one upstairs knows where it or ( Read more... )

Casey is sitting at a table in the cafeteria, without food and with a book. Fiction, for once, instead of the normal histories or paperwork. But it's not the first time she's read it, so she wouldn't really mind being distracted

In the common room, Mark's made himself comfortable in a chair, not doing much of anything. Not really thinking, even. ( Read more... )

There are plenty of things that could've been behind the door. KGB agents ready to assassinate her for no apparent reason, or take her back to Hungary, or CIA agents trying to get her cooperation in some plot involving a certain Russian Grand Master.

But what she was not expecting was a white room. An empty white room. Well, there's some sort ( Read more... )

Toast isn't in the hotel. Toast isn't even remotely close to the hotel. He's sitting outside, on a sidewalk and watching people move passed him. At one point he thought he had somewhere in mind, a place to walk to, somewhere to hide maybe, but that moment's long gone and now he just sits and hopes that maybe something will come to him ( Read more... )

Anyone walking through the common room would be hard-pressed to miss Penny, seated in a chair with a notebook in her lap and a borrowed mobile (she's not sure whose) to her ear. Her expression is enough to tip anyone off to her obvious frustration, but if it wasn't enough, there's the frantic tapping on her notebook with a pen to show it as well.

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Lavendar hasn't been around too much lately, as she has been drawn to her park. Her park where all of her children wait to play and run around with her, laughing and happy. Her park where she feels at ease with herself and her surroundings ( Read more... )

[OOC: Three pups for the price of one, because I'm feeling just a little bit crazy tonight, and... Yeah.]

Desmond Descant is sprawled on a couch in the common room, an ice pack on his head, looking absolutely murderous... For a couple of reasons, really, not the least of which is the splitting migraine. (Yes, the healing factor covered those sorts ( Read more... )

There's a woman sitting in the common room with a notepad and a pen carefully writing notes of some kind in shorthand. She writes slowly and meticulously, carefully penning each letter as though to ensure it's what she actually wants to write ( Read more... )

So if anyone were to walk by the Common room they would see all the furniture moved off to the side and a thin boy sitting in the middle of the room. There was a table at the far end and Regulus was just staring at it ( Read more... )

Dario needs a break from his work, staring at the computer screen too much is making him go crosseyed, especially through the haze of a mixture of cigarette, pot, and incense smoke. Right, he needs food. Maybe popcorn? Popcorn sounds good. And coffee ( Read more... )