The fact that the next day was her birthday hadn't escaped Jill's noticed, she was just hoping it had escaped the notice of everyone else. Although she liked the island most of the time, there was something oddly permanent about celebrating a birthday there, something too final about it. Not to mention the fact that she'd made a little deal with ( Read more... )

It felt like only yesterday that Clarice had opened the speeches for the last election. In spite of complaints to the contrary, it would seem that life on the island moved just as fast as anywhere else ( Read more... )

Over the past week and a half, Jill had begun to think that maybe Bob had the right idea. Maybe it was time to work on finding a way to go home and so she'd spent the majority of her time in the Compound working on her laptop, going through notes Bob had given her and typing up her own thoughts. So far she'd come up with nothing, although she wasn ( Read more... )

After a week of avoiding David, Jill goes to tell him about leaving Radek. Predictably, it doesn't go well.

Dated to late yesterday morning. PG-13.

Mayko has a plan, full of careful measurements and straight lines, drawn on the back of a pamphlet on recycling she found on the bookshelf ( Read more... )

Neil Bucyk was not a bad guy. He did things in moderation, liked to say that he was prepared for all (well, not all, as the island had taught him, but a fair few) things. Not a God-fearing man, per se, but God-wary man, one who had that line checked; just in case ( Read more... )

"Oh, come on."

Eostre was sitting on the floor in the storeroom, surrounded by boxes and cans, concentric circles of produce sorted by type and size. She was being very methodical; the last few weeks had left her with a distinct feeling that she lacked control and she was going to have order in her life if it killed her. People, she couldn't do ( Read more... )

She was learning things here, her mind still was not stable but it was learning. Like the piano, which would always be hard for her because of who she was and she was learning human protcol, like not sticking dinosaur heads on the table for breakfast. She had spent most of the afternoon trying to get the bookshelf to give her a notebook or ( Read more... )

David had a problem ( Read more... )

There's always so much work to be done. Even in the days after a monumental breakthrough, there are tests to be run, cures to be produced, and always the next project or three projects or dozen projects on the horizon. Downing her third cup of coffee for the day, Mayko sets her mug on the counter and falls into step next to Carlos as he passes by ( Read more... )