The coming of elections on the island is what they have instead of the turning of the seasons, a way of marking time and watching the island change half-year by half-year. And so Geoffrey finds himself on the stage again, not to start up a new play (but soon, very soon) but to announce the semiannual candidate speeches ( Read more... )

There's a strange air to McCoy.

He looks the same. He's even got the cat trailing after him like normal. Nothing has physically changed about him, but there's something different. He's in the orchard to get some apples, intending to head up to the Compound and put together a cobbler. Thing is, he might just be smiling. And whistling. Rather than ( Read more... )

Dated April 15th, 2011:
After a long while on eggshells, McCoy goes to Jean to have an adult discussion. They come to a pretty enthusiastic agreement on the topic, which leads to the bedroom.

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Rogue had taken a lot of care in prepping for the day’s excursion. She’d had to find a new bathing suit, for starters, since her last good one had been stolen by a literal wave of bad luck. She’d packed a bag with water and sangria she’d left soaking for a whole day, two towels and a chewed up paperback edition of The Firm. Sarong firmly in place ( Read more... )

Two weeks ago, I fell asleep and got dragged along on a field trip to a world in many respects deeply similar to the one I'm from; in some, as if it were the pre-cooked version to be drawn out of the oven with the declaration 'here's one I prepared earlier,' to show what the assembled ingredients led to, in the end; and in others, wildly, ( Read more... )

With the lab losing more and more of its inhabitants, Nick felt like it was his responsibility to be there more. He was reminded again of just how long he'd been on the island, and how he somehow had managed to outlast so many others who had come and gone. It was hard, of course, to spend more time in the lab than he already did, but somehow, he ( Read more... )

The past month and change has been fairly rough on McCoy. Losing Uhura and Jim had been bad individually, but stack 'em together and he'd been left with a kind of grief that he hadn't felt since he lost his father. He's been trying to do good and not drink, for Jean's sake as much as his own, and it helps that he's got Rogue's case to work on ( Read more... )

It had been almost a month to the day since his arrival on the island when Sam finally went ahead and got a hut. He'd been feeling like somehow, if he got his own hut this was permanent. For weeks he had been hoping that he would go home. He knew it was unlikely and probably futile, but he couldn't help it. He missed Mikaela, he missed ( Read more... )

The island had done it again. Whether it was pure chance or benevolence none of them would ever know, but somehow, someway, the place had seen fit to give them all booze again ( Read more... )

This is not my home ( Read more... )