[OOM: A few days ago, Jamie and Helen talked a few things out (to some extent, anyways) and came to a decision.]

Jamie has been looking twitchy for the past few weeks now - but today he seems twitchier than usual, and he keeps glancing at the stairs like he's waiting for someone.

Where are Helen and Joris? It can't take that long to pack their ( Read more... )

Jamie's at a table, shuffling cards ( Read more... )

Mary is meant to be writing an essay on the benefits of following the teachings of Tacticus vs. Arrian as regards military history ( Read more... )

Joris really is not a scholarly type. Really. But that certainly does not mean that he does not try-

Specially when finding out particular information is applicable to the situation you are in.

Thus, the young demon-hunter-in-training is sprawled out on a couch in front of the fireplace, reading through his copy of Mim's List to review anything ( Read more... )

There are several large books stacked around Helen. Three in a language known in some worlds as Russian, one in a language known on some worlds as Greek, one that died out on most Earths long enough ago to not be known by anthropologists (but one significant slice of Earths became very prominent and important), and five in English. They all have ( Read more... )

Jamie is . . . getting twitchy.

Beyond that door somewhere is his Home. It's close. He knows it. But he needs Joris to get there, and Joris - and Helen - aren't ready to leave yet ( Read more... )

Jamie's got a thingamajig, and he's fiddling with it.

. . . as far as he's concerned that's about it. To those more knowledgeable, the thingamajig might in fact resemble a small digital recording drive, and Jamie's fiddling with it might look like something like an ape pushing the buttons on a new toy, but hey, we can't all be rocket scientists.

[OOM: When you are made a Discard, you meet up with the oddest people.]

The front door opens, and Joris, Helen, and Jamie stumble through, looking no little worse for wear. Spending the night in a foxhole in the middle of a battle, and then a morning going from world to world all filled with the remains of said battles-

Or the glassy, demon ray ( Read more... )

[OOM: For most people, Creema di Leema is a nonstop party; for Helen and Jamie, sooner or later it has to end.]

Jamie's looking . . . a trifle uncomfortable today, as he sits meditatively at his booth.

Creema di Leema's got hardly any violence. The worst that happens is someone trips over a drunk or flails into someone else while running away from imaginary pink elephants and all parties end up with some nasty bruises. It's a nice place ( Read more... )