"Okay," Tamsin said, "Does anyone have any idea who the giant metal-armed guy was who just walked straight into my office?" Beat. "Actually, I want to know who let the giant metal-armed guy walk straight into my officeBright Eyes smiled up at her. It looked faintly desperate. "Mayor Summers, ma'am. Uh-- the former Mayor Summers ( Read more... )

So, everyone had hopefully been notified, and now they were gathered and gathering, and Bob waited as long as he could for them to arrive before he stepped up to the front of the room and set off a burst of golden light to get their attention ( Read more... )

"I'm bored," Tamsin muttered, sprawling across her desk.

Bright Eyes shot her a mildly confused look. "The island has finally tilted back to normal," she began.

"I know," Tamsin said. "That's the boring part. Ugh. Is it too much to ask for another invasion around here? Maybe someone spontaneously growing a pair of tits ( Read more... )

"You know, that new movie, Shades of... whatever?" Tamsin asked. She had her feet propped up on the desk and a drink with all the ice cubes in the world in it. She was also staring up at the ceiling ( Read more... )

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air! Or pollen. Love pollen? Something like that, anyway. It wasn't like the holiday cared any, after all. Not when there was a dance to be had. And this year's dance had just the thing to take everybody's mind off of that pesky pollen!

That's right, dancing. Which, to the uninitiated, might seem a bit ( Read more... )

"You know," Bright Eyes said, "when I said 'you should invest some time in finding out what being a mayor means', this isn't what I meant."

"Too bad," Tamsin replied, her eyes locked on the computer screen in front of her. "When I said 'no, I don't want to be the mayor', this also isn't what I meant. So now nobody gets what they mean, everyone's ( Read more... )

"Oh, you're here!" Bright Eyes chirped.

"Don't get all excited," Tamsin snapped, slamming the door shut behind her. And then again, just to make her point. "I got your papers back for you." She hurled the folder at Bright Eyes. Or what was left of it, anyway ( Read more... )

A general call had gone out - emails, and some texts, not that Ron's assistants had dared to tell him that - to gather up in Town Hall because there was a crisis and it needed to be addressed. And they needed everyone on the island to, well, address it ( Read more... )

"Sir ( Read more... )

"Assistant," Ron said, "Did I not tell you to ward all visitors away from my office ( Read more... )