Put aside all questions about whether this was an appropriate time of year for such things, or why Gabrielle and Xena were camping out in the unexplored wooded area of the island rather than booking a hotel room for Xena for the weekend in the first place. Much less any questions about why a hot tub in the middle of the island seemed like a ( Read more... )

("You call that a jump [onto the moving chariot bandwagon]?"
"No, it was a frantic leap. Best I could do.")

I care not for such trivialities as not having any new kids. I love infopost season, and some of you might need this! So have one.

( Sara Stanley: The Story Girl )

Gabrielle had guessed that she'd arrive back in Fandom just in time for the start of the new semester; it had been a rough guess at best, time in her world making no sense at all running as oddly as it did compared to Fandom time. So, checking the calendar (yes, she knew how to read those, just go with it) as soon as she got back to her room, she ( Read more... )

The letters from Xena had been increasingly worrisome of late, and Gabrielle had made up her mind days ago. She'd taken a few more days to think the idea through and get everything here squared away, plus the only portal she could book was today. Xena needed her, that was all she knew, and when all was said and done that would always be the ( Read more... )

Rescuing an entire village from being captured and nearly burned alive, turning into a short and talkative ball of rage when Sisyphus had escaped from the Underworld and stolen Ares's sword, leaving the God of War mortal, then helping to foil his plan? It had been a very, very long three or four weeks for Gabrielle, and it was probably just ( Read more... )

While a week in the sun and sand sounded nice, Gabrielle was packing for the Mediterranean, not the Bahamas, and since that meant traveling light, there wasn't much more to pack than her usual small satchel. The last letter she'd gotten from Xena had been even more taciturn than usual, and Gabrielle had managed to read just enough between the ( Read more... )

The note Karla had left for her two days ago was enough of a reason for minor concern, in Gabrielle's opinion; her roommate wasn't in as regular a habit of going off somewhere on short notice as she was. She trusted Karla to handle herself, though, so the concern took second place to detached curiosity. At any rate, it was something else to focus ( Read more... )

Late, late at night, four girls emerged from the preserve, all of them scratched up and bleeding from minor wounds, but otherwise fine (except for the one who was limping just a bit as she leaned on her staff). They hadn't all met up there by design, but the right series of circumstances had ended up with all of them in the same place, at the same ( Read more... )

Night had fallen hours ago, and instead of doing anything they'd just been waiting outside the cave Callisto was using as a stronghold. (Caves. It was always caves. Why was it always caves?) Cover of night, she got that. Catching her off guard, that was a given tactic, but Gabrielle had been waiting too long. It didn't do much for her ( Read more... )

Don't ask where Gabrielle had found the sword that she was using to take practice cuts at the tree trunk. The stupid thing was clumsy and unfamiliar in her hands, and she really wished she'd gone into the salle some Monday morning or wheedled one of the Reserves people (well, maybe not Arthur) into teaching her something about it before now.

( Not that she'd ever wanted or needed to use a sword before now. But that was a train of thought for the rational. )