Bruce Wayne should be at home, working in his high-tech space-age apocalypse bunker - at the very least, if he insists on being in Xanadu, he should be in the laboratories, or perhaps even in the library, but no. He's in a bar.

In fairness, it's a pretty nice bar. As far as bars go, anyway - plus, there's food (one way or another - it seems he's ( Read more... )

Sometimes those familiar with Xanadu and the agora can spot a newcomer simply by virtue of the fact that they've obviously just emerged from the wrong door. For example, right now. The weathered older man wearing a dusty set of fatigues looks like an extremely unlikely customer for the antique and curio shop out of which he just stepped. Those ( Read more... )

There is a tall young lady in the Agora. This is nothing spectacular, although said young lady is unusually dressed up; her coat is tucked over a chair nearby, and her arms are loosely folded across her chest as she leans against the wall, like maybe she's a bit cold, but still hasn't moved to pick up her furs again (to tell the truth, even though ( Read more... )

The old-fashioned phonograph that this young man (early 20s at most) brings out with him to the agora has a base of polished wood and a brass horn. Evan places a record under the needle and taps the entire thing with his wand twice. The music kicks up, lighthearted and sweet, yet a little warped for all that, like there's something wrong with the ( Read more... )

Exhibit A: One sleepless vampire, his clothing all manners of scruffy, sitting hunched over with his limbs drawn in and his shoulders tense. He's chewing on an unlit cigarette and playing with something metal hanging from his neck, watching people pass but not so much inclined to get off the floor ( Read more... )

Rachel is officially immune to Nexuses anymore. What even, world.

"Okay, people, two questions. One, do you think my boyfriend will notice that I forgot his birthday? Two, if he does, should I just buy him flowers and offer him sex? Bonus question: is there an open bar?"

Well. Hello again, Nexus ( Read more... )

Let's say your husband is dead. (No, not your husband specifically, a general you. Anyway, he's dead.) He's been dead since before you got married and even though he died again right after, you're still legally husband and wife. He's stuck in a couple hundred years' worth of bureaucracy getting processed and you'd have to die yourself in order to ( Read more... )

hello, internet! i am in desperate need of your assistance. the situation is thus. you have:

• 2.5 months of freedom before life as you know it changes forever - and not in a fun way, in a way that makes watching paint dry look like cirque du soleil
• 1 duffel bag containing literally everything you intend to take with you into your new life, sadly ( Read more... )

if you were given a choice between being allowed to run away or staying and facing something when you dont even understand what the everliving fuck is about what would you do.

thats my question i guess. or something.