[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com
She had found a change of clothes, and was trying to adjust to being here in this place. Her own remaining scars from when she first arrived had faded some. Could barely make out the scar on the top and side of her forehead since it ran into the hairline.

After running into that strange moving forest with Will, Kate tended to keep her bow and battles staves handy to be grabbed in a moment's notice. This morning she was outside at the Cooper household, and doing some katas. Just a way to try to have something else to focus on then the hurt of being torn away from home, and the war raging there still. 
[identity profile] didntseeit.livejournal.com
Ajedrez has managed to gain unbloodstained clothes from...somewhere. Except for the boots. The boots are hers. But the point is, she has gained clothes from somewhere and is sitting on the porch of the Cooper, staring off into the distance with a faint frown.

And, yes, there is a gun on the table next to her.

Habits die hard.
[identity profile] thexanwhosees.livejournal.com
Weather dude was weird. He had fallen asleep, still lost, and no idea where he was.

Two days later...yeah, Xander's still lost, and now sporting some more bruises and cuts on him. Managed to wrest a knife away from one of the fighters, and get out of there, but took a bad cut in the leg. Looking a little woozy now as he staggered about.
[identity profile] eureka-bell.livejournal.com
Long and meaningful discussions have taken place on the subject of ham.

Yes, ham. Ham and its place in the diet of a growing krakenbaby.

Fortunately, there was plenty of ham in the farmhouse kitchen. But in a post-apocolyptic world, who's to say how long the ham will last? There are the number of pigs to think about, as well as whether a sustainable population can be re-established, and storage (a fridge here, but who's to say whether electricity has survived elsewhere?), and a host of other things.

Well, this is the point... one of the points... one of the many points at which Stephen's motto is: experiment!

A sausage is being dangled curiously into the murky water.
[identity profile] black-rackham.livejournal.com
There's a cloud of silvery-green light circling the Cooper settlement. It's come a long way, to say the least, since when Joe arrived he was all the way in the Himalayas, shivering, and no amount of stern talk could make the cold and snow retreat for more than three minutes at a time.

A creepy, deserted town or two later, he's floating around the Cooper place. It, at least, seems neither creepy nor deserted, just a little strange.

The light-mist-thing resolves into a shape, sitting on top of the house, and then takes on sharp features and darkens until there's a young man with very messy dark hair and rather unnervingly bright eyes peering downwards. He'll just wait until somebody comes along to ask about stuff.

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