New worlds entirely are not precisely outside of Veda's experience- for her own part, she's more or less conditioned to take it in stride and Mayaseralle is as yet far too young to understand that when she bolts from her mother on unsturdy legs, she shouldn't be able to get this far from the citadel in the space of moments. She shouldn't be able to ( Read more... )

It was one of those nights when you didn't get to draw breath, and you wouldn't really to because the air was so thick and humid that you'd probably choke trying. Merlotte's Bar and Grill was full to bursting, what with the whole town practically out to celebrate the Bon Temps Hawks handing Monroe their collective butt in the Homecoming game, and ( 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 young woman is pretty, and well dressed; late 20th century, today, immaculately tailored.  She looks perfectly at ease, and smiles just a bit as she addresses the agora at large ( Read more... )

He's bleeding ( Read more... )

It's not that Sergei is paranoid.  Per se.  On the other hand, he dislikes being in situations where he doesn't know what's going on.  And turning up in a random city while attempting apparate back to Boston 100% qualifies ( 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... )

Mabel has been in and out of Xanadu at various points in her life, not all of them connected chronologically, and given the vast strangeness of her life it fit in well as just another bump in the road. At this particular time, though, she's just been spit out of Taxon and is as mad as hell. Falling through doors is one thing; being jerked back and ( Read more... )

The tornado that appears in Xanadu is strange for three reasons ( Read more... )