During dinoplot, Claire is injured and spends some time in the clinic as a patient instead of as a doctor. Qui-Gon comes to sit with her for a while and it's all very sweet. :)

Dated to earlier this week.

Ray's Search and Rescue team was assembled fairly quickly as directed by Vimes. They weren't all IPD, and Ray only knew a couple of 'em, but he was willing to work with whoever was up for it. One member of the group was a priest, but he came with a gun so Ray wasn't complaining ( Read more... )

On the way in to the clinic this evening I stopped by the bulletin board. The island directory seemed a good idea, so I added myself and my qualifications to it. I deliberately left off any mention of cooking, because though I technically could cook, I wasn't all that good at it. And I was far better at stitching flesh than fabric - and my ( Read more... )

It was promising to be another quiet day in the clinic. The bustle from the excitement of the island's newest arrival had somewhat subsided and the clinic was relatively calm, and so I set to work preparing a tincture of Brazilian Peppertree bark that I had gathered the day before. From what I had gathered from the books I had been studying, it ( Read more... )

Teek cheeped, then shook her head briskly back and forth, fluttering her wings. Perhaps the ant was a little too much for her. She could catch it, but then it would squirm out of her beak and fall back into Qui-Gon's hand. Finally he let it go, setting it back on the ground with supreme care and watching it go about its business. The little ( Read more... )

It had been a very long time since I had been a child. My childhood had been spent playing with Peruvian grave figurines when Uncle Lamb wasn't looking (I had been expressly forbidden to do so) and thanking my stars I hadn't had to go off to boarding school. My sandbox had been an archaeological dig site, my classroom the countries to which we had ( Read more... )

Qui-Gon had the immediate sense that something had changed. Mostly that sudden illumination came when he rolled over onto his stomach, and then immediately rolled back, terrified that he might have hurt the little bird nestled against his chest. A hand groped at his neck, then lower, then ( Read more... )

There were Things to Be Done.

Klaus was an industrious sort of boy, and was perhaps relieved that in spite of the dubious nature of De Worde's mental processes1, he was not a lay-about. Having been through this before, after finding the treehouse empty, he wasted no time in setting up shop at one of the tables in the rec room, a stack of paper ( Read more... )

Violet Baudelaire was not in a state that many, many other people of the island were in. She was in another state of distress entirely - nightmares, ones that she'd had more then once coming here. There were eyes and fire, cages, and endless drops and so many crows ( Read more... )

There was an unusual amount of...activity ( Read more... )