Rassilon had asked, not long ago, if he mightn't take a look at that amulet that Jeff had taken off of Soze, the one that had allowed their minds to connect, however briefly, despite any and all mental shielding. A gift from a daemon, the others had said. Now, Rassilon had no truck with the supernatural, but he did know from otherdimensional ( Read more... )

Every once in a while, Rassilon can make the inner laboratory accessible to beings who don't blithely sidestep through time the way he and his son and consort do. This is one such occasion, as he creates a dimensional pathway, then dims the light.

He then waits for Some to meet with him.

He'd promised Jon's head would be kept safe and out of sight ( Read more... )

Following the co-ordinates brings one to a quiet area. In absolutely every sense of the word.

((ping here. Replies will explain the null zones further.))

"Because we never really know each other as well as we think, in response to this post I'd like you to ask a question. Anything about which you are curious, anything you feel you ought to know about me. Silly, serious, personal, fannish. Ask away. Then copy this to your own journal, and see what people don't know about you ( Read more... )

Omega was born yesterday ( Read more... )

I believe there's an internet vernacular that applies here ( Read more... )

It had been seven days, now ( Read more... )

It's been a few days, now, but it's felt like longer. He can almost feel it eating away at him, his strength waning the longer he has to keep this sheilding up to protect his own mind from the thin, sharp pulsing wires and tendrils of chaos as well as to protect everyone else from its drifting, seeping influence. Double-shielding. Psionics doesn ( Read more... )

( After the powerswitch, a conversation with Randolph Carter )