Anthony found it a bit strange to be hanging paintings again after all these years. When had he last put together an exhibit - at Courtald? Buckingham Palace? Though the island gallery had been his for some time now, he had only moved things around a bit, brought more Blunt-like organization to what had once been a collection displayed with a ( Read more... )

I always considered myself pretty fuckin' stable. Like I had my shit together. Had everything all figured out. I dunno how I managed to be so goddamn delusional, but fuck... I must've been real good at it. Fucking lying to myself at every goddamn turn ( Read more... )

It hasn't actually been that long since the last proper party on the island, but Chris can't help but feel like it's been fuckin' ages or something, what with all that's happened between then and now. If he's honest about it, they've probably got more to mourn than to celebrate, what with how the island's fucked with all of their lives lately, ( Read more... )

Dated Late July, 2011:
On the heels of their break-up, George finds Rahne to invite her to Annie and Mitchell's birthday party. The conversation is just as awkward as one might expect.

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Dated July 29, 2011:
A ghost and a vampire have a birthday party thrown for them. One of the cakes may or may not pose a fire hazard.

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It had been a long, frustrating day, and Daphne wasn’t in the best of moods to begin with when she walked into the guest house to see Regina waiting for her on the couch. Great, she thought, seriously considering turning around and walking right back out. even as Regina stood and began speaking and signing. Instead, she resignedly focused on Regina ( Read more... )

The first thing House realized when he woke up was: there was no pain.

This might seem like a weird thing to notice, but when you are always in pain, the absence of it is pretty fucking notable. He threw off the sheets and looked down at his leg.

There was no scar. There was no scar. And hell, his legs in general were pretty damn... good. ( Read more... )

Being sober fuckin' sucked. Every single day, at some point, his thoughts turned to heroin and he wanted it so bad he itched. Dodge knew that if he had any he'd be using again, no question about it. He'd been to the AA meeting thing and had sat and listened. It was good to know he wasn't the only one, but he already knew that. He was a little ( Read more... )

Dated May 27, 2011: After the worst of his withdrawal is over, Dodge is visited in the clinic by people honestly concerned about him.
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The election for the new Island Council term were finally finished, and I had the job of posting the results to the Compound bulletin board:

Tabula Rasa Island Council - Term 11

General Representatives:
Shari Cooper
Hermione Granger
Helen Magnus
Anne Shirley
Sookie Stackhouse

New Professional Representatives:Hunting/Fishing/Agriculture - Gale ( Read more... )

Dodge was fucked up. Fucked. Up. He'd made a huge mistake and he knew it ( Read more... )