It's far too early to play -- the robots are on for hours yet -- but it's not too early to take a little break. He's really not used to being depended on around the clock. In fact, the only time that ever really happened was back on Titan, but it wasn't because he was special. It was only because that's the way things go in the Army. You have to be ( Read more... )

There's a great deal to be said for the park -- it's reasonably quiet, it's reasonably uncrowded, and while she's walking there Michael can almost imagine herself on a true planet, not just a terraformed asteroid with climate control ( Read more... )

( Where angels fear to tread.)

What's this? Is it a Ianto Jones, reading out by the pool, not wearing a tieYes. Yes, it is ( Read more... )

When the air conditioning in Faye's room appears to stop working, she can only think it figures.

First she changes clothes, opting for a pair of lightweight gray shorts and an equally light white cotton shirt, and after calling to complain to the automated system about the oppressive heat, she heads downstairs, minus the usual make-up and little ( Read more... )

It's been four days since the fight, and Jack's been laying fairly low, save the occasional foray into the restaurant. Martha would probably be pleased with that; he's been getting his rest, like she told him to, under Ianto's watchful eye. But it's not just that. He's expecting to face some questions after what happened during the fight. The last ( Read more... )

Weetzie sat alone at a table in the back of the Stardust Lounge, drinking something called a Washington Apple. The drink was red and sweet and normally that (and her red satin Marilyn dress that she was wearing and the gold mules she had never returned to her mom) would make her happy, but tonight it wasn't working. Tonight, she felt sad and tired ( Read more... )

Michael has been scarce, of late -- or at least she has been to all appearances. Her business has kept her in the city, wandering the streets to get the 'new' lay of the land. Insofar as it might be new at all. Were she prone to amusement, several of the wilder tales that have been making the rounds might have prompted a laugh ( Read more... )

( Before.Face freshly scrubbed, Faye stalks out of the elevator with her Glock in her pocket, her MP5 in both hands, a cigarette in her mouth, and a pair of sunglasses covering her eyes ( Read more... )

Exploring has become more of a chore than it should be, lately. Michael blames the Dragons -- their sunglasses, their stares. Her own quick temper makes these things grate more than she knows they should. But breaking heads won't accomplish anything but move the timetable up, and all things being equal (which they never are), she knows they can't ( Read more... )