Marcus MacEibhir has found his way into the nexus again, this time right into the heart of Xanadu. This doesn't bother him at all. In fact, it's a bit of a relief--you see, the London he's currently from is a bit off and a bit weird (even for a puca's liking) and at least here, he expects the unexpected ( Read more... )

Melou is still waiting for Michelle to come back, having latched onto the idea of her with complete and utter adoration. But in the meantime, he's still got to do something, and he's taken to doing a little carpentry by himself, to keep his hands busy and because he isn't really comfortable with the idea of taking food from Stigmata without paying ( Read more... )

It was impossible to tell where the statue had come from. Having been crafted from solid stone, it was as heavy as it was large, but it had appeared in the gardens of the Agora with no preamble whatsoever. There was no sign of the team that must have been employed to shift it into position, for example, or the artist who should have, by rights, ( Read more... )

Enter a young woman, properly dressed in a hooded walking-about cloak over her pink Victorian day-dress, a parasol in her hand, although closed. She has the uncertain look of one who is not entirely sure that she knows where she is, but hasn't yet worked out the courage or the inclination to ask for a grounding ( Read more... )

Sitting outside of a vaguely European cafe, a man in his late twenties types out and anonymously posts a question to the e-version of the agora.

Forgive my misquoting du Maurier, but last night I dreamt of manticores again.

What do you dream about?

"So.  When someone you love is obviously in trouble, but says they don't want your help... do you respect that, and give them their space? Or do you make sure they're safe, even if they hate you for it?"

The woman asking the question looks kind of despondent; it's clearly a question she's been debating for quite awhile.

Morgana's been careful with the exploration of the city.  She's found people she knows, and people she loves, save two, but this is not the purpose of her visit to the agora.  She cannot think of the two and stay focused.

No, after surviving yet another wrenching into another world, Morgana's practicality has taken hold and she has practical ( Read more... )

The first thing that Fred noticed when she stepped out on the street was that she had been quite soundly asleep just a second ago. This was unfortunately supported by the fact that she was wearing her pajamas- fairly modest in a green nightshirt that said 'factorial!' and pajama pants with little beakers all over them. Still, the lack of shoes ( Read more... )

Somehow or another, out of sheer desperation, Sookie Stackhouse finds her way back to Xanadu. Call it avoidance or cowardice, or just plain exhaustion, but she's managed to flee Bon Temps and get here. She hopes, very much, that Russell Edgington, Debbie Pelt and Bill Compton haven't figured out a way to get here yet. Or anyone from home, really ( Read more... )

The village where Winnie is posted is many wonderful things, but peaceful it is not. So she comes to the Agora to sit quietly and read and-- maybe-- ask a question. She sticks with reading for a while, to be safe; her choice for today is Beric the Briton, A Story of the Roman Invasion. Clearly some high-class literature ( Read more... )