Elena's tablet flickers on to show her sleeping, but it's clearly not a very sound rest. She's tossing back and forth, the sheets tangling around her legs as she shifts about in Stefan's bed. Her breathing is becoming quicker and more shallow, and she eventually begins to whimper and moan. When she finally awakes, it's with a jolt of her body and ( Read more... )

Corwin has definitely learned his lesson in “be careful what you wish for,” and instead of wandering the city aimlessly and complaining about how dull it is here (or hacking at trees), he’s managed to find something to occupy himself with ( Read more... )

The tablet switches on to reveal Amy waving her hands in the air and shaking her booty as a generic pop song plays in the background. Once she discovered that Taxon was now broadcasting radio stations she was all geared up to have the stereo on in the background all the time ( Read more... )

The visual feed clicks on, showing Rose sitting down in a field. The weather was bright and sunny, something that Rose had missed. It was the field that adjoined the house she grew up in, over five hundred years ago. Rose couldn't believe that something so significant from her early life found itself into Taxon; it was the place where she went to ( Read more... )

Martha Jones had survived the end of the world ( Read more... )

Since everyone else seemed to be enjoying the change in weather, Amy decided to join in. Gone were the scarf and mittens, replaced with khaki shorts and a tank top, though at the moment she was also sporting a button down shirt, just until the mercury raised a few degrees more ( Read more... )

The strange metal device wasn't one of Ambrose's inventions. DG had spent enough time in his workshop - often without an invitation and despite the adviser's protestations - to know that much. It was as unfamiliar as the bracelet that she couldn't get off her wrist and the forest that she'd suddenly found herself in ( Read more... )

He'd helped save scores of worlds and dozens of universes, he'd beaten Elvis in a death match (sort of), he'd wooed more than one alien princess, and now Fitz was going to die in a garage. In Lancashire. The ghost-monster thing screamed again and bore down upon him, its many eyes gleaming, its jaws wide in preparation for biting. Fitz closed his ( Read more... )

The tablet turns on and all one can see for a moment is Amy's blurry hand before she moves it back to pick up her fork. She's eating a salad, and the glitched vegetables are making her want to spout as many lies from her lips as she can ( Read more... )

It was obvious that something was wrong from the moment that DG switched on her tablet. She was caught somewhere between distress and anger and, although the latter seemed to be winning out at the moment, it could still go either way ( Read more... )