[OOM: And still they lead me back
To the long, winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.]

OOC: Warning for some blood and violence in this one.

[OOM: Once there was a way to get back homeward.]

[OOM: It's been a long time
Now I'm coming back home
I've been away now
Oh, how I've been alone...]

Coyote is sitting at a table. She's leaning back on two legs of the chair, with her legs on the table.

She's got a shiny, black, and obviously high tech phone in her hands.

Maybe those crazy kids have something when it comes to communication. And Coyote is never too old to learn a new trick. Especially when she might have a little internet left ( Read more... )

[Out of Milliways: Tidings of comfort and joy.]The front door opens on a hotel corridor. The woman standing with one hand on the doorknob looks to be far gone in a cold fury -- until she takes in the sight in front of her, and her expression changes to something like doubt ( Read more... )

He isn't dreaming - that much, he knows for absolute certain - or he's convinced himself of it based on the unfamiliar details his eyes take in ( Read more... )

Do you remember those sets you used to get as a kid, the ones that would create marble mazes and would be fun for a couple months until key pieces went missing and it became somewhat impossible to create anything other than a straight slide ( Read more... )

[OOM: Time passes.]The boy who steps through the door is perhaps nine (several months older than the last time he was here), wearing drab grey pants and businesslike boots, and an equally drab olive t-shirt. He has forward-spiking brown hair and a slightly rumpled air, as if he was just asleep ( Read more... )

It is midsummer, the longest day of the year. The time when the day floods and the night ebbs to its lowest point.

It's also the birthday of the young girl who has just stepped into the bar.

At least, it's her birthday here. It is nearing midwinter in her world, the bitter cold barely kept at bay by the walls of the narrow, dark basement ( Read more... )

On the occasion of her eleventh birthday, Ingress dreams a little dream of oh, so many things.

tiny tag: Vanyel Ashkevron