The calls had started early in the morning, and the patients had followed shortly after, all with the same problem - people had fallen asleep and couldn't be woken up. It didn't take long for it to become clear that the clinic wouldn't hold everyone - there really were a finite number of rooms in the place - and in quite possibly the only instance ( Read more... )

Murdock was late to work, having overslept. It was odd, as even the alarm clock had been unable to wake him apparently. He knew this because the thing was still going off when he finally woke up ( Read more... )

"Why is it called Gouda?" Murdock was reading to Spatula from a joke book he'd found buried in the attic.

Spatula's only answer seemed to be in the form of bubbles.

"'Cuz it's gooda for you!"

If ever a goldfish could roll its eyes, Spatula was doing it now. Hey, nobody ever said it was a good joke book. Probably the reason it had been in the ( Read more... )

Murdock had kind of missed the past few days. Maybe he'd picked up a touch of that bug Glinda had. Well, whatever it was it was passed now and he was busy working on the tower.

Those stairs needed some tightening and maybe a polish wouldn't hurt either.

(open! yah, not been around too much for a few days, was dealing with school finance dramas. ( Read more... )

"And number 35 makes the turn, passing 43 and closing in on 22. It's going to be a close one folks!"

There were little flags set up around the office floor as Murdock pushed his little cars around. Complete with car engine noises, screeching tires and cheering crowds. And of course, the annoucer.

"Scrrrrreeeech Ohh! 16 hits the wall and spins out ( Read more... )

How lame was it to be stuck at work while there was an excellent game going on in the park? Murdock arrived a bit late (or maybe a wee more than just a bit) having stopped to check the game out ( Read more... )

( When Alice had first introduced Leto to croquet ... )

Murdock was at the lighthouse bright and extra early. He felt the need to make up for totally spacing and not coming by last week.

He was checking the wiring, fixing the plaster and anything else he could think of that needed doing.

(yah, lame post I know)

It was the last week of classes and Murdock was already planning a vacation of sorts. Not that he had anything to do with school anymore, but because it meant Abby Irene would be done. And he could have her all to himself, mmmm ( Read more... )

Flowers. Murdock was contimplating flowers. Most importantly, what kind should he get? "You know, it's odd," he mused to ... nobody. "With all the weird things that happen around here, you'd think the flowers would do something once. Maybe singing flowers. That'd be cool ( Read more... )