Max Carrigan has never been what you would call athletic. There was a prevailing attitude at his high school that if you wanted to attract girls, sports were an easy way to do it, but Max had always found it easier to simply be himself, and to better result than any of those sad fuckers on the football team. He stayed active enough, though, all ( Read more... )

Rollie's been to the Southern Clinic before, of course. He'd be a pretty shitty excuse for a doctor, he figured, if he wasn't at least familiar with all of the medical facilities available on the island. But he's never worked in it, and now he finds himself in charge of not only it but any medical facilities outside of the main clinic. Which, okay ( Read more... )

Dated August 24, 2009:
Max and Jude inexplicably wake up back in Sadie's loft in New York on Christmas Eve. Unsurprisingly, they're not very sorry about it.

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That the sketching pad is full is of little consequence--the bookshelf must be an artist itself, knowing there's nothing more alluring, or annoying, than a blank space, and likes to fill its shelves with them when he's hoping for something to just read.  There's a stack of hardbound journals and moleskine notebooks on the nearest table, ready to ( Read more... )

Matt wasn't sure what time it was. All he knew was that he'd been walking along the beach for what felt like an eternity and was pretty sure that he was the only thing still awake on the entire Island. Usually, there was something stirring, birds or bugs or... whatever animals normally lived in jungles, he didn't know. Tonight, though? Nothing ( Read more... )

"And that ends our broadcast day. Good night, Tabula Rasa," Mark said, then shut the equipment down for the night. He had some maintenance to do and he'd stayed up until they went off the air so he could take care of it. Most everyone was in bed, so he didn't need to worry about interrupting anyone's show and the only one who had something after ( Read more... )

Jude has always been fond of beaches, not necessarily of the water but the edges of it, and Tabula Rasa is certainly good for finding them; long walks along the streams, afternoons sketching fellow visitors to the waterfall, human and otherwise (old crayons don't do the tropical birds justice, but he makes do).  Still, it's the beach he prefers, a ( Read more... )

The sky was blue, the afternoon clear, and Cort Andrus was in a mood blacker than most men hoped to see in a lifetime - had woken up in it, as a matter of fact. The night before he'd polished off the last of the Garlan rum, and now not only was he left with only home-distilled swill as hair of the dog, but his head was pounding fit to split. He was ( Read more... )

No one who knew Dr. Ray Stantz could deny that he was an eternal optimist. He always sought out the good in any given situation, and being on the island was no exception. Ray knew some people hated living there, but he loved it. Sure, he missed Pete and Egon and Winston and Janine and everyone else. He missed New York something fierce. And even ( Read more... )

Dated May 29th, 2009:
Jude seeks out Lucy, looking for a familiar face and closure (or an opening), and finds that familiar isn't always a good thing.  They fall into their bitter pattern with the added twist of Jude's last stay on the island, and the only peace he can leave her is in leaving.

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Dated June 1st, 2009:
Despite ( Read more... )