With five elections under their collective belts, it was tradition now that once the election results were posted, the island (or most of the island, anyway) took the day off to enjoy a celebration. The kitchen crew worked for hours to make sure there was ample food and drink piled on tables both inside and outside the compound, and the music had ( Read more... )

It wasn't like Sam exactly planned this ( Read more... )

All in all, it was probably a good thing Catherine was alone when she woke up that morning.

There were people she missed, and maybe she wouldn't admit just how much she missed Greg, but he was on that list. The more days that slipped by on the island, the further away she felt from Vegas and from Lindsey. There had never been a time in Catherine' ( Read more... )

It's been nearly two months now. Two months since the attack, two months since she showed up here, two months since she's been outside, and Lily isn't sure if she's better or worse for it. The Compound is far from comfortable; but then, she reasons, inside is safer, and she wouldn't forget, anyway. She never does. Sometimes it feels like all she ( Read more... )

When your memory was as vast as Klaus Baudelaire's was, there were a great deal of Very Important Thoughts going through your mind at any moment.1 Today, he was focused upon a mystery of an extremely personal nature, and fueled by a particular need to solve it ( Read more... )

It was becoming more and more common these days for Eddara to spend longer periods of time with people other than Sansa, and Ned could not deny the fact that he enjoyed the time with his granddaughter. They were currently in the IPD office, where Ned had some paperwork to complete, and as Eddara was in a good mood he brought her with him. She sat ( Read more... )

Sara had been working too hard. She would be the first one to admit it--except for some breaks for exercise, she'd spent a lot of time in the lab, making certain that they reaped all possible benefits of the fauna and climate change for the clinic. This was the third time she'd made jasmine oil this week ( Read more... )

Dean gave a loud whoop as the Impala flew down the Compound hallway, hard on the heels of a big orange cat that didn't seem too impressed with the attention ( Read more... )

For an island that's supposed to be a new start, sort-of-but-not deserted and kind of a near version of utopia, there was a hell of a lot of what felt like work for Catherine in the past two months, and today, she decided to hell with it ( Read more... )

[After this.]

Being magically tied to someone was a stranger kind of feeling than Coin would have expected. Catherine seemed perfectly nice, but- well, it was magic. And Coin was a sourcerer. That he could be bound like this meant the magical ecology of Tabula Rasa was even stranger than he'd thought ( Read more... )