He's trying his damnedest not to think about tomorrow, but Mace is failing ( Read more... )

He wakes up in the middle of the forest with no shirt, a bird's nest close to his hair, a cat licking his face, the stench of eggs on his breath, and two roses lying over his chest. There's also a cup of alcohol sitting nearby, which makes the most sense of all the things he's surrounded by. Gwaine sits up and scratches first the back of his head ( Read more... )

It's a hell of a thing.

When Ishiah first informed them of his discovery the day prior, Bucky had met the news with equal parts wariness and excitement. Combat is his first love, what he genuinely considers himself born for, but the prospect of adventure is a close second, as whimsical a notion as that seems when he knows deep down in his gut that ( Read more... )

There is nothing so disorienting as waking up and having no clue where he is. Mace doesn't panic, however -- he almost can't find the energy to do much more than stare up at an unfamiliar concrete ceiling, waiting impatiently for his memories to trickle back. When that doesn't prove to give him results in the few seconds he's been awake, he shifts ( Read more... )

When I'd first come up with the idea of Casino Night, I wasn't sure if it was even possible on the island. In retrospect, that might have been naive of me, because if there was anything I'd learned in over four years on Tabula Rasa, it was that its residents were capable of doing just about anything save getting home ( Read more... )

In more ways than one, Tabula Rasa was a surefire step up from the previous island. A simple look at the way that Sawyer occupied himself on most days was more than enough of an indication; whereas before, he'd spent his days lounging around, scavenging for materials and possessions, often causing factions of the camp to turn against one another, ( Read more... )

In less than two weeks I will have been on the island called Tabula Rasa for two months, and I find myself no more settled now than I was holed up in the clinic. I'm ambulatory, a relief to be sure, and still just beginning to canvas the island- still, if I'm honest, getting back on my feet, so to speak, as the last of my injuries heal and start to ( Read more... )

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... )

It's a goddamn beautiful day to play a little baseball. Danny's knee is decent, he's got the field in decent condition thanks to a lot of help from a lot of people, and everyone's on their best, what with all the practices they've been having. It's not about the winning, to Danny, though. It's just about getting to have some good times and hey, if ( Read more... )

I missed a lot in my years spent dormant and adrift in the North Atlantic. The sum total of minute cultural detail that passed me by is baffling in its magnitude, and I'm afraid no matter how much time I spend trying to catch up it's a moot endeavor. There were bigger things, though, more important things that I missed. The death of the president ( Read more... )