rache has joined #livingstone on January 5th 0019 AV
Topic for #livingstone: Wish Rache luck!

thevand:
so, how'd it go?

rache:
badly, is the short answer

rache:
just a flat, straight up refusal

rache:
he won't lift the ban

rache:
not on anything Vinter could have used

rache:
the asshole won't even let me research simple ( Read more... )

They met in the afterlife, for neither of them were yet beyond living.

1. Intuition
She shone like the sun, quick-witted, fang-baring, aggressively loyal. He gleamed like the moon, purposeful, diamond-sharp, steadfast. They crashed into each other as colliding rivers, and they knew they were both travelling to the same ocean ( Read more... )

I didn't want to.

I want that on the record: I wasn't even curious. I tried to pass the packet of dark red powder on to Chemical, but there were cancellations and delays and bureaucracy, and eventually, I was simply running out of time and options to figure out why the streets were boiling over.

And it was harmless. That was the one thing the ( Read more... )

Mabel.

Mabel was a beautiful old apartment building, on the corner of 51st and Queens. She embodied classic Jacobean architecture - I especially adored the sixteen pilasters adorning her façade. She was painted in a riot of colours, and she had a wild, lush rooftop garden, behind her parapets ( Read more... )

"Well, what did you expect from a course called Exploratory Evolution?"

Anna's smile was insufferable. I longed, I ached to wipe it off her face ( Read more... )

Excited Goodbye!     posted by jond, January 18th 3002.

INTERIOR: A clean, unused, small, dormitory. In front of the camera, taking up most of the frame, is a fresh-faced youngster with cropped hair and a Kirk vs Picard shirt. This is JONATHAN, and he is adjusting the camera. Eventually, he is satisfied, and sits back.

JONATHAN:
So. Uh. Sorry ( Read more... )

The objective lay in front of us, looking exactly as it had in the training simulations ( Read more... )

Today is the day.

I pace around my dressing room, and try to breathe. Why they even bothered to give me a dressing room I don't know; the thing was as perfunctory as their respect -- no light, moth-eaten walls, mirrors not cleaned since before original sin, probably...

There was no sense in which anyone cared about me as a performer in my own ( Read more... )

"The Introduction's here."

I looked up. Alex was entering from the Comms room, with a fat stack of letters in her hand. She waved them at me lightly, and grinned.

My eyes widened. "So much! From the Granted, right? So I guess they took - what, about a month to write it up ( Read more... )

At a friend's behest, I'm signing up. I look forward to reading and writing with you all!