Daisy's hesitant, lately, to leave her parasol behind. For one, it shields her perfect skin from that dreadful sun up above, which is just trying to give her more freckles than the three she already has. Besides that, it's something to hold onto. A security blanket, if you will ( Read more... )

There was a very anxious pig on the steps of the compound. Hamlet snuffled and oinked, his front feet on one step. He stamped and butted the door with his broad, flat head ( Read more... )

Cooking himself some dinner had failed pretty spectacularly as a way of impressing women the last time he'd tried it. But Ray wasn't cooking dinner this time to impress anyone, he was cooking dinner because he was sick of the office and he was hungry, and he didn't want boar and he didn't want seafood and he definitely didn't want mangoes, and ( Read more... )

Patrol was over, Buffy had showered, and she was headed back toward the IPD office to do her paperwork. Ugh, paperwork. It was something Buffy had to do on the island that she hadn't had to deal with in real life. She didn't prefer it to bills or anything, but it was bothersome and... well, she didn't like it. She didn't like it, and she wanted ( Read more... )

There was never anyone using the stage early in the mornings. River had made sure of that before she ventured there, dressed in the dance clothes she had slowly collected from the clothes box. The final item had been a pair of proper shoes, and the box had finally been forthcoming a few days before. It had taken River a bit of time before she ( Read more... )

Wherever this was, I didn't get there on purpose. In fact, I hadn't been trying to get anywhere at all ( Read more... )

Sometimes Ray thought about making another sign to pin up on the bulletin board, saying something like "yeah, we're always looking for more people to help us out", but then every time he thought about it he figured people knew where to find the IPD, and if they wanted to help out they could just show up any time. Ray didn't need to be making any ( Read more... )

It felt like only yesterday that Clarice had opened the speeches for the last election. In spite of complaints to the contrary, it would seem that life on the island moved just as fast as anywhere else ( Read more... )

Claude had often passed by the video reels in the rec room without much interest, especially after Gwen had watched that shite scifi show with the actor who looked like him. But today he was bored so he thumbed through the titles disinterestedly - and finally smirked when he saw a particular one, pulled it out. On the case there was a plastered ( Read more... )

Brodie had made it a habit to check the bookshelf daily for comics. It was part of his routine now ( Read more... )