It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's ( Read more... )

Somewhere in Wilde there is a flower shop. Every day at noon an Extra man enters this shop, picks up a bouquet of red roses and has the following conversation with the Extra clerk ( Read more... )

Tapping her pen against the notepad in front of her, Brennan exhales in irritation as she stares at the words written on the page with her neat handwriting. For the second time, the radio broadcasts of Taxon have been interrupted by a static-filled mystery transmission. Brennan tended to keep her radio on for some quiet background noise in her ( Read more... )

Jason and Sookie being in A Fight doesn't stop Jason from going about his regularly scheduled business. He sets out a lawn chair in the middle of his yard, and if Sookie sees him from next door and wants to yell, fine. This is his house and his property, dammit ( Read more... )

[ sookie has decided to eschew emotional honesty for the moment-- after the weekend with bill and angel's scarcity of late, it just seems easier that way-- and after scrubbing the whole house top to bottom more than once, she set to work cooking ( Read more... )

When the haphazardly tossed tablet skittered across the work table and clicked on, it broadcast a scene of Invention In Progress ( Read more... )

Jason Stackhouse had never been to college unless one counted a semester at tech school a university experience. He had however, watched plenty of movies that (many of them inaccurate) depicted college. This party was a new experience for Jason and he was damn well going to get it right.

The party would take place outside on the lawn in front of ( Read more... )

The feed flickers to life as Brennan turns on the record function, giving Taxon a quick glimpse of her office couch that has clearly been slept on if the blanket and pillow combination is anything to go by, as well as a dog on the floor that's chewing halfheartedly on a toy. Brennan leans back a little as she straightens the tablet and regards the ( Read more... )

Brennan's normally immaculately ordered office at the Jeffersonian Institute is anything but ordered today. Several books have been pulled down from the bookcases and stacked on the floor in rows, a few chairs have been lifted on the table, the cushions and pillows on her couch are askew. Nothing is ever askew in this room. The anthropologist ( Read more... )

If you're not completely out of it, you saw that last creepy post. In case you're just tuning in, here's the short version: that's not Angel. That's Angelus, and let me be clear: he WILL eat you. There is nothing redeemable here ( Read more... )