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It could be here - it's your new frontier...
Georgia has been trying to keep off the ankle she twisted her first night here. Today, she finally got claustrophobic and fed up with holing up in the cabin with Shaun - even if it is arguably the most secure building here, and that's just sad - and decided to explore the barracks ( Read more... ) -
And it's burning where she kissed you [OTA|MTW]
The carnival is gone, but the effects are still lingering, for Rose. While her hangover the morning after her ill-advised "fun" with Kitsune has faded, the vivid hickey-like mark on the back of her hand has not. She wishes she could remember what happened, where the mark came from, why it doesn't seem to be fading ( Read more... ) -
the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now [forward-dated, closed to Kate]
Richard Castle trudged, exhausted, along with the rest of the group back to a place that they referred to as "the barracks". He was too tired to even question what exactly a "barracks" would entail. Knowledge of the definition of the word alone was enough for him to assume that it was a stark place ( Read more... ) -
The Scorpion Oracle whispers, 'come on, turn the page.'
The light filtering into the cells dims to an orange glow, and the scent of smoke and burning meat starts to carry through the air. The doors to every cell simultaneously grind open, and the guards - those not part of the walls of the dungeons - wait to lead the prisoners down the hall and up a set of stairs worn practically ramp-smooth ( Read more... ) -
So listen to the secret things you hear the west wind say.
Sunset, days after the vanishing of the first group, the Carnival goes oddly still. The rides don't stop, the crowd keeps moving, but in spite of all the noise and motion there's a frozen feeling in the air, like everything in motion is just a collection of confetti in a shaken snow globe ( Read more... ) -
[Closed to first group] Don't lose your way, don't lose your mind.
It's dark and quiet and everything the carnival is not. What light exists comes from above, tiny holes through which grains of sand fall periodically as people- or shapes, at least - pass by overhead. Even though the prison in which the first victims find themselves is cool, there's a papery texture to the air that says it's a nighttime chill, the ( Read more... ) -
anatomy of a murder [closed to Kate Beckett]
Spencer arrived at Beckett's cabin about 5 minutes before the time specified. He had been waiting all day for this, as strange as that was to admit to himself. The idea of getting to analyze a murder after so many months of being absent from it was tantalizing to him. He hoped that he could be of some help to her as well. Spencer could only ( Read more... ) -
[Closed | Backdated to before the Carnival]
Neal is genuinely excited ( Read more... ) -
And by noon we'll be gone...
In the dusky predawn, the Carnival changes. The rides speed up. The music turns frantic, and the dancers match the pace. Fairies, earlier drifting and enjoying the sights, clear the rows between tents and stalls as a new crowd strides the carnival grounds ( Read more... ) -
It's a cabaret of changes, it's a night you won't forget...
Summer in the Wood has always belonged to the Fox, and the weather has taken a distinct turn in that direction now ( Read more... )