Dated Late June, 2011:
After finding out Alistair is seeing someone, Karen gives him some friendly advice in how to properly put together a date.

[ HERE | FTB | PG]

Dated Early July, 2011:
Alistair puts his 'date' plan into action, and though a bit awkward at points, it goes very well.

[ HERE | Ongoing | PG-13]

This is all his own doing, he knows, but Mathias is still completely exhausted ( Read more... )

Life on Tabula Rasa was starting to become something of a routine. While there were moments of excitement from time to time -- or, in the current case, a whole underwater city of it -- Olivia tended to keep to the fringes of it all. She was interested, sure, but after her initial explorations, she realized just hit the same brick wall with every ( Read more... )

Karen was really, really goddamn tire of losing people. She wasn't even upset when the news came anymore, just angry, scared and tired. So tired of waking up and finding out yet someone else she knew was gone, just like that. It was just fine if she were the only one suffering, but this was the third time Samantha had lost a parental figure, and ( Read more... )

This had started innocently enough. The Hub was a relatively quiet and well-lit spot for Jane to review her notes while she waited for her laundry to finish drying. The rec room felt too cloistered to her, too closed off and artificial, and she'd nursed a glass and a half of wine at the bar before deciding she was hungry. A check of her watch ( Read more... )

Building the framework of the domes was easy. It was figuring out how to cover them that had Jason scratching his head ( Read more... )

You'd think he'd have this problem all the time, considering how stupid people can be. It's a different kind of stupid though: it's banality, it's shit he doesn't care about always coming out of their mouths, and people expecting the same shit to come out of his. It's a long-term kind of stupid that's never seen all the shitty ways the future can ( Read more... )

His last birthday had been kind of crap. Losing Bobby and coming out to Dean about his blood addiction had not been Sam's idea of a good time. Even if some people think Sam Winchester has no idea what a good time is, he is pretty damn confident that it isn't that. But in a way it had kind of been par for the course. Bad things happen to ( Read more... )

In the early afternoon, John Skillpa stumbled into the hall of the Compound's fourth level, his arms leaden with clothes. A bundle of dresses, stockings and undergarments, grabbed hastily and held in a tangle against his chest. Dangling from one hand was a pink vanity case, and tucked under his arm was a softly curling brown wig ( Read more... )

Amy Pond was not mad.

Well, she wasn't mad all of the time. Like most she had her moments, which often involved shouting and quite a lot of exaggerated arm movements. Actually, in that respect there wasn't a whole heap of difference between Amy Pond being mad and Amy Pond voice of something akin to reason. Ah well, there wasn't much that could be ( Read more... )