::leans a bit out of the newly-reopened door into the original 'nursery' -- now to be someone's room, Henry and Charlotte trying to decide who gets what -- waves a hand goodbye as kids head down the corridor for a few hours of school, giving a few precious hours of NO kids, as opposed to a few with them later, and then... well, no need for them to ( Read more... )

Feeling better as the days go by ( Read more... )

I've been... gone a while, it seems ( Read more... )

(This thread is out of chronological order, taking place on February 15, Jon's birthday, following this thread. Will also be played extratemporally to all other threads.)::twitches ( Read more... )

::scans through messages from last few days ( Read more... )

::is going through the motions this AM, head still thick from effects of too much bourbon, too much unwanted information, and too much juvenile shit to sort through from his crew::

::didn't sleep well, what little actually got... fucking bad dreams, waking up from them with a sense of dread... one of those moments in time that falls between ( Read more... )

::sits in jeans and a tshirt, leaning back in chair, feet propped up on the corner, paper and pen at hand for usual nighttime ritual of 'time... with Mal...' ... flips pen between fingers, toying between the writing at hand -- one of almost a couple of hundred by now -- and the memories of twice that time ago ( Read more... )

After this unending thread...

* * * * *

::stands in the doorway to the kids room... watching them in the semi-darkness for the third time since waking ten minutes ago... Porthos sound asleep on Henry's bed::

::isn't sure how the boy pulled it off... has to be the answer... except for ( Read more... )

( Merry Christmas, Mal... )

::peruses the almost empty cookie plate as last couple of crewmen leave the Captain's Mess... bites into a big chunk of chocolate, smiles, familiar strains of music still weaving through the now-empty room ( Read more... )