The sun is starting to sink below the horizon, and that means they should probably look for a safe place to stop before it gets completely dark. They're in unfamiliar territory, now.

"This is North Chicago up ahead, according to the map," Daniel says, shading his eyes from the setting sun. "...is that a golf course?"

I don't even know. Behind the cut lies steampunk!Wasteland fic. Enter at your own risk. It's all fryadvocate's fault anyway. See?

( Fic! )

Yo, kids! It's time for a little poll ( Read more... )

Daniel tosses one last pitchfork of compost rich soil into his shaky wheelbarrow, and hauls it towards the last section of the garden. It's a relief to have long days again- sunshine does wonders for his mood. Especially after nursing along a dozen recalcitrant tomato plants, grown from seed. If these live, it'll be the first time he's had a fresh ( Read more... )

( Hi-ho future fic AWAAAAAAY! )

Daniel does not sleep like the dead. Considering the environment the people of Chicago live in, this is comforting. Usually he is a light sleeper, a long ingrained habit.

But after a long and rather stressful day, he'll sleep for a while, if he isn't interrupted.

The fire is built up, and Crabapple is settled down for the night.

Daniel had returned from a week long excursion with loaded saddlebags, and the assurance that he and Anna would both have enough food for a while, yet. He also laid claim to a few more lengths of chain, in slightly better condition than the ones currently gracing the front gate ( Read more... )

Memes, hm? Well, it is the middle of winter, now. And I could find better things to do, but choose not to.

So go ahead, ask a question.

On one side of the courtyard, there's a raised box of soil, in which Daniel is attempting to grow some garlic. He doesn't have any illusions about it repelling vampires, but it would be nice to taste again. Spices are difficult to come across, these days ( Read more... )

Late afternoon, and Daniel is in the stables before it gets completely dark. The sky is completely clear, and it's going to be a cold night. Outside, it makes his bones ache, so he is inside. Despite the work that does remain, there ( Read more... )