"Seven hours ahead," Fred mumbled, poking at his pocketwatch as he moved the hour hand around. "Seven hours, eleven minus seven is, fuck, it's... early. Whazzit ( Read more... )

James Moriarty, consulting detective and erstwhile mathematician, is no stranger to unusual occurences.  He views life with an equal mix of rapt fascination and cold detachment ( Read more... )

She was short, almost five foot four. Her black hair hung almost to her waist and her green eyes stared straight ahead. For all intents and purposes, she was just your average teen girl, walking through New York on a slightly chilly day. Don't let looks fool you. She's a dangerous little thing ( Read more... )

A pond not unlike the one found in the St. James Park in London popped into existence somewhere within the community. It came complete with ducks, rushes, and a battered toy sailboat ( Read more... )

Emilie bristles through the corridor, carrying important things. Said important things are scattered when she bumps into an important person. Scratch that: persons.

"Jess." She blinks, wide-eyed, and bends to gather her reports.

[ Just because I can. ]

Ennis leads the way to a joint he and Jack used to stop at. Admittedly, it were more of a bar. But that was more Ennis and Jack's thing--drinkin. He and Fred's thing could be eatin.

Not that he and Fred had a thing ( Read more... )

Have an idea for a community-wide event? Let me know here! Once we have something planned, I'll put up a calendar or a list or whatever ( Read more... )