Evan wasn't really sure how anyone could think about prom so soon after the mess that the island had been in for so long, but he did suppose that some people were doing just fine in the wake of it all, and other people would probably just be happy for the distraction. He was sort of ambivalent, himself, though he got a pair of tickets anyway, since ( Read more... )

Evan had kind of given up on trying to figure out where he was supposed to be living, these days. Last weekend, it had apparently been Karina's room. From there, he'd wound up in a hallway, a supply closet, the garden on the roof, and a common room. Today, Evan's room listing had changed yet again ( Read more... )

Okay, so Evan was looking the tiniest bit frazzled as he manned the sales table for the Valentine's dance and flower sale. He was surrounded by little paper mustaches (he'd actually been expecting something far more Valentine's-day-sensible for the tickets, like magnets, or maybe goats), and he was only going to have to shut down once today for ( Read more... )

If Karina had any idea that the roof was commonly used for brooding or feeling terrible or shit like that, she probably wouldn't have gone up to it ( Read more... )

Okay, so the weather on Fandom was slightly less bone-tinglingly cold than the mainland, but that was really all there was to be said for it. One thing it wasn't, for instance, was ideal weather for anyone to stand around in for prolonged periods of time.

Which was why the Powers That Be had decided it was the exact ideal time to have a fire drill ( Read more... )

It had been a terribly long day, but Eleanor couldn't sleep. The excitement from traveling five time zones and four decades, perhaps, or the nervous energy from not being on the run for the first time in days. She wasn't sure how to relax, and had wandered into some sort of communal space ( Read more... )

Evan had to say, the lobby was actually a pretty relaxing place to sit and read when there wasn't a gun vending machine in it and the outside wasn't crawling with psychotic murderers. It was also a pretty good place to set up a coffee and snack table for any students writing exams this week (or just wanting free snacks and coffee), which is what ( Read more... )

Gert's hands were washed. Her hair was tied back. There was a steady stream of Black Friday sale ads playing in the background, courtesy of a radio that wouldn't turn off. (They still made radios?) And Gert was standing at the kitchen counter with a printed-out recipe and all the ingredients she needed for potato pancakes, plus a few extra spices ( Read more... )

It wasn't that Evan was big on shirking his responsibilities, but this week he was seriously not feeling up to going into work. With Thanksgiving in a couple of days, 'service with a smile' or even being in remotely the right mindset to be helpful to customers was the last thing he could manage, and so he'd handwavily left his boss an apologetic ( Read more... )

So, Kathy's grand plan to go trick-or-treating in the dorms to meet people had kind of been a bust, but an important discovery had been made nevertheless: Theo had never seen Mister What.Not a single episode. Hadn't even heard of the show. On the eve of the fiftieth anniversary, even ( Read more... )