This is one play that Geoffrey's not watching alone, even if it means keeping Duck backstage at his side throughout the entire thing. Part of it's because it's just too special to him, to them, and experiencing it alone just seems wrong. And part of it's that Geoffrey's nervous, more nervous than he was for the last couple of plays - he's taken a ( Read more... )

Isabel had considered tracking down Jaye and asking her to cover the Saturday evening meal again. In the end she hadn't gone through with it, not in the mood for Jaye and her special brand of crazy. Besides, ever since last weekend when she'd inadvertently told Jaye her big secret, Isabel had been avoiding her. Actively seeking Jaye out and ( Read more... )

Tim and Isabel finally have their date, complete with a picnic at dusk, flowers and Isabel's famed red dress. Everything seems to be going even better than Tim had hoped for until Pullo barges in unexpectedly and blows that all to hell.Luckily, nobody's speared or bloodied in the process, but a few things come to light and all three part ways a ( Read more... )

The sky was very blue today ( Read more... )

[Dated to April 8th, sort of still in progress]

Three days after Vorenus ends things, Isabel emerges from a funk and heads down to the market. She runs into Pullo, who tries to explain Lucius' point of view on the matter.

While perhaps it was not an occasion to rival the dances she and her sisters had attended at home, Jane was very much proud of this, her fourth endeavour upon the Island. It was very much alike in the setting as her previous gatherings had been with food and drink aligning the sides of a space portioned for dancing and with the aid of radios, they ( Read more... )

As the earth turned her face more toward the sun and the seasons grew warmer, the people who inhabited the prehistoric world rejoiced in the bounty of vegetation and new life which would inevitably lead to good food. It was a simple subsistent existence, timed to the moon, the sun, and the slow dance of the stars ( Read more... )

A terrible thing has happened.

Karen is very, very, very, very, very, very bored indeed. She's tried reading (she can't really read, so that didn't really last very long). She's finger-painted, and has managed to get a perfect blue handprint on one cheek. She played dress up and is, as such, trailing sequins wherever she goes ( Read more... )

A beautiful day of manly sweaty Roman wrestling is RUINED when Hyacinthe comes to let Lucius and Pullo know that Isabel is very sick, and in the clinic. Way to go, Hyacinthe. Way to go, evil island sickplot!

[set to March 26th]

Isabel had no recollection of what day it was. The only things she knew for certain were this: Nicholas and Hyacinthe had brought her to the clinic some time ago, she was so very weak and ached all over, and she was sure she was dying ( Read more... )