The first thing he became aware of was a crick in his neck. His hand was the first thing he moved, massaging said crick; a face-splitting yawn came next, and then Shchel finally blinked his gummy eyes open ( Read more... )

Hector sighs, inspecting the piles of books around him wearily. After another hour or so of searching, he and Wyn managed to find a library. The Prospero and Michael Scott Memorial Library isn't the one he was looking for, but he'd still found some books that might be useful. He slumps into an overstuffed reading chair, balancing a notepad and pen ( Read more... )

The Dormouse can get Carlisle and Edward home ( Read more... )

Tiwa started out flying somewhere above Wellington and just kept going, its been one of those days when she's not in the mood for the ground. When the world below her changed to the Nightside, she landed and shifted quickly, she's learned this isn't a great place to be small ( Read more... )

Wyn played with the charms on her necklace as she wandered through the streets, trying to get her bearings. Her compass didn't quite work, for some reason, and it was quite disconcerting. [I'm sure he said this way,] she thought anxiously. [I think...]

Unfortunately, her preoccupation with actually finding her way around ruined her already- ( Read more... )