Dear Stigmata, you need a tiny drunken Orkney artist to-day, please don't argue. He's very tiny and very drunk--seriously, how is he still standing, let alone not throwing up everywhere? He is also bleeding all over the place, apparently because he decided to slit his wrists, although it is worth noting that this has done absolutely nothing, as he' ( Read more... )

HAY NO OKAY I HAVE A ~SERIOUS~ QUESTION THIS TIME (i promise it is not about your penises ( Read more... )

Harvestman does everything he can to avoid talking about it. He pretends to sleep a great deal more - he's aided by the fact that he doesn't have to breathe, even while awake, but he doubts Leander was fooled. Not with Harvestman's established troubles when it came to sleeping. He goes out and stays out, coming back at times when he knows Lee isn't ( Read more... )

It's technically early morning on Tuesday, but it's still dark out, so close enough to being Monday night, and Brody has not slept yet. Typical. He's lying on the floor of Stigmata, on his stomach just in front of the kitchen, which smells fucking fantastic because he's making something in there. There's a wide variety of maps spread in front of ( Read more... )

It's been more than a little while since Jack has graced Stigmata with his presence. He's been... indisposed, shall we say, in ways that apparently involve high volumes of dirt and a distinct lack of fancy suits. The camouflage pants, t-shirt and light jacket he has on now are probably the most casual things he's ever warn to the Nexus, which ( Read more... )

In a quieter corner of the gardens near Stigmata, populated mostly by small streams and a series of ornamental ponds, a clear and pleasant soprano is singing a series of Christmas carols, most with a distinct emphasis on the 'Christ ( Read more... )

Sarah's known about the Nexus for a while, but she's never really taken to exploring it. She's been too busy. But right now that's ... part of the reason she made the trek to begin with. She's settled in a quieter area on a sofa and there's a pile of textbooks stacked next to her. Physics, Microbiology, Anatomy, Economics... It's all pretty heavy ( Read more... )

There's a rocky length of beach somewhere in the Nexus, not too far from "civilization", just enough that the ambient sounds are less traffic and crowd and more wave-crash and gull-call. Exactly the kind of place Toshiko finds best suited to thinking. She's brought along her laptop because she always does, cell phone and handgun because habits are ( Read more... )

The nexus is a puzzle that Stragen can't quite pin down, and like anything of that sort it constantly draws him back; his fascination accounts for the pile of books and the pen and paper that he's busying himself with. It doesn't really account for the fact that the place he's found to occupy while he does this is a throne-like cushioned chair ( Read more... )

Brooklyn smells like urine and sadness. It's a smell he was starting to forget; L.A. more often smells like smog and, depending on where he is, the ocean. He hates Brooklyn; he loves Brooklyn. Such is the catch-22 of his life ( Read more... )