'fore Mal knew it, 'twas Saturday 'lready, which meant 'twas high time for the meetin' with other space folk. Fortunately, Mal had a hell o' a crew t' depend on n' e'erythin' he'd needed done for the meetin' had managed t' get done by some manner 'r 'nother. Though he hadn't been plannin' on lettin' anyone that didn't happen t' be crew inside o' ( Read more... )

It'd been near seven months'r so since the last time Mal'd had folk who'd been in the black gather 'round Serenity t' meet one 'nother, so he reckoned 'twas high time for 'nother. Plenty o' folks has dis'ppeared from the island n' e'en more had come in their place.

With a purposeful stride, he went t' the bulletin board n' tacked up his notice: ( Read more... )

If I had a hammer
I'd hammer in the morning
I'd hammer in the evening
All over this landThe Doctor's life had been, of late, rather odd ( Read more... )

Life, Martha Jones knew from experience, was far from fair. Whether it was to do with some sort of karmic balance or simply a sadistic creator, she was uncertain, but the fact remained that at some point, life being unfair had become a daily expectation. To suggest it was beginning to wear would have been a vast understatement ( Read more... )

The drumming. The endless, ear-splitting, brain-numbing drumming, which was currently doing a wonderful job of giving the Master a rather agonising headache. In search of a little peace, he’d found a quiet spot a short way in to the newly-appeared jungle - more tiresome little games by the Island - and was sitting with his back against a tree, ( Read more... )

Rictor was supposed to read the new comics. The new issues about the concentration camps and going undercover with some group. But he just couldn't bring himself to wallow in misery ( Read more... )

The Master was doing his laundry, and really, that sentence said it all, didn’t it? It was beneath him. He’d never though he’d miss Martha’s family, but there it was: come back, Francine, all is forgiven. Oooh, wouldn’t she just be furious with him for getting his hands on her daughter?

His smirk at that thought had faded by the time he closed the ( Read more... )

Delirium had dressed nicely. It was Valentine’s Day, one of the busiest times of the year for three of the Endless- four, if Despair really did a number on them. This year though she was human, this year she wasn’t Delirium of the Endless- this year she was taking a well deserved break. Although her siblings, however hallucinatory they appeared to ( Read more... )

Chase had one question on a piece of paper before he'd gotten up to wander and hadn't come back ( Read more... )

Rest…

Slender fingers placed the bleeding blade with tender care down upon the seat of the lion-headed chair, and the barber’s touch parted from the silver handle with a lingering, loving stroke.

Rest now my friend,
Rest now forever.

Ah, but never had he ever known anything so sweet as that first wetting of the worthy tool in judge’s blood, ( Read more... )