I had actually planned to take Lyta off the island for the summer, but instead opted to keep her around at least for first summer session to get some interaction going. I've had a blast so far, even as limited as I have been, and I appreciate the opportunity to get in some plottiness and character growth. The second session, I find myself short on ( Read more... )

The e-mails she'd received from Veronica and Nadia said she needed to draw Bester out, to confront him and the underlying emotions the demon was feeding upon. Well, she was now prepared to do that... or at least as close as she was going to get.

( 'All right you bastard,' she muttered, 'we're going to settle this once and for all.' )

Even in her sleep she recognized the feeling -- the brush of another mind against hers, followed by the hard push of a deep scan. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Where was she? Who was trying to ( Read more... )

It wasn't that she'd been trying to lay low. Not really, anyway. It was more a matter of... what to do with herself. She'd never really been one for organized sports -- the Corps frowned on most of them because of the physical contact involved -- and most of the conversations of late revolved around European football, basketball, or cheerleading, ( Read more... )

Moving back into the dorms had been a relatively uneventful experience -- especially after being completely knocked out by a migraine the previous week. The result? She could tell a distinct difference in her abilites, as well as an equally greater need for control. That was something she'd have to get a handle on before she went back to her ( Read more... )

The message had come in a dream, tapping in to the little piece of Vorlon still left within her. G'Kar stood with a man who was at once familiar and unfamiliar, a rueful smile on his lips and apology bright in his eyes. He was terribly sorry, he said, but their travels this summer must be delayed; his duties with the Alliance were keeping him too ( Read more... )

Just like that, Ivanova was gone -- packed and back into the life she had left behind. As she stood alone in the dorm room, she was unsure how to feel about it all. She and Ivanova hadn't been friends, per se, but a comfort level had been reached, something she hadn't quite developed with many others at the school. That was partially due to her own ( Read more... )

Just an FYI, my grandmother had a stroke last night, and so my availability may be a little spotty over the next few days. Sorry to the DC crew -- wanted to make it today, but thought it would be best if I stayed a little closer to home. So far, I don't need to go home, but I'll know more in the next 24 hours ( Read more... )

Lyta thought she had done fairly well for herself that day, making sure she had even had healthy breakfast and a healthy lunch out of the refrigerator she handwavily bought last week. Sammiches weren't her favorite food, and she'd had to cut off her own crusts, but all in all, it wasn't too bad. Even that wierd PsiCorps lady she remembered from her ( Read more... )

The sun peeked through the window and Lyta, rolling out her lower lip, pulled the covers up and rolled over. She didn't wanna get up because she'd stayed up way past her bedtime. But there was something that was going on today. Wasn't it Saturday? Lyta sat bolt upright in the bed, her eyes immediately going to the bright red LED clock. She could ( Read more... )