The stage was barely recognizable as just that anymore. Practically from the very moment Geoffrey gave Isabel his permission for the Midwinter Masque to be held on the stage, a small crew of very dedicated people went into a flurry of motion and set out to decorate the stage as grandly as possible. Between The Doctor, Glinda, Evey, Angela, Isabel ( Read more... )

Rogue had wrestled with the clothesbox for hours until it had given her heavy duty, clunky snow boots and ski pants, and a hot pink and white puffy ski jacket and matching gloves and, and, giant white earmuffs. She had her uniform on underneath and her hair loose because it was warmer than trying to stuff a hat down over it, and she was making her ( Read more... )

The thick darkness of the depth of night surrounded Eostre's hut despite the candles and flashlights of the people now milling about. Vimes had roused the other IPD heads and the lab staff, and from there the news had spread quickly ( Read more... )

It was freezing. And Henri Combeferre was lying on his back on the small boat dock on the beach ( Read more... )

There was a charm to walking. You could know a place by walking it. You could know a place through the soles1 of your boots. Ned's shoes had funny thick soles, which lead him to be barefoot, on that particular day, his eyes closed almost to slits, cigarette in hand. Learning the place ( Read more... )

After the events of a week prior, Adora Belle felt she deserved a cigarette ( Read more... )

Angua and Sally had been put in the same bedroom. Angua tried to feel good about that. The woman wasn't to know. Anyway, it was nice to get between clean sheets, even if the room had a slightly musty smell. More must, less vampire, she thought; look on the bright side.

In the darkness, she opened one eye.

Someone had moved silently across the room. ( Read more... )

During that weekend with the magic, Ned Coates meets a beautiful girl who can fly. It quickly becomes clear that everything is not as it seems.

A few days later, Rogue apologises to Ned. It isn't the easiest conversation, but, in the end, it's love, and everything is alright.

Timed to magic plot, and the Monday after. Rated S for Sweet.

Someone was playing silly buggers ( Read more... )

Watchmen had a particular fondness for baked goods.

Ned himself had always, always refused bribes and back-handers, unless they came in the shape of a still warm biscuit, preferably with a currant of some description. Watchmen spent their nights walking the city, and walking her well, and the way to a Watchman's heart was through his stomach, and ( Read more... )