It had been what passed for normal in LA for the past few days. Minor skirmishes, for the most part. Although they had finally caught up with the Wrecking Crew this evening. Tried talking some sense into the kid with them. Hadn't succeeded ( Read more... )

Karolina had not been around much during the break weeks, no. She'd been there to see Olive graduate, and then she'd already had to go back to LA. Well, she didn't have to, really, but since there weren't any classes keeping her in Fandom, she'd felt a little bit obligated to go back and help out while she could. Los Angeles was a mess. A mess ( Read more... )

Karolina was finally back from LA. She'd been called in last Monday afternoon, and the week had been busy, between the gang looking for their parents' secret hideout and fighting random criminals who seemed to have been flocking to the city now that he Pride was gone. But at least they had a new Hostel now, underneath the La Brea tar pits. Goodbye ( Read more... )

It had been a weird week, since Karolina and Jim had gotten back from LA. As she'd expected, she'd gotten a call or two from the authorities, regarding the rest of the Pride's kids. She hated lying, but she'd lied to them all the same, saying she hadn't kept in touch with anyone and anyway, she was way across the country so how could she know where ( Read more... )

There were ways in which it was great to be home in LA.

And then there was having six teenagers and a dinosaur all cramped together in a ship that didn't so much fly as jump. Not that they'd been doing that much since last night: they'd parked the Leapfrog - cloaked, of course - on Venice Beach, and there they were still, even after a night of ( Read more... )

It took over an hour to get from the observatory to where they were going, but what was a rescue mission without having to travel a bit? (Okay, Molly complained half the way over, but that was to be expected.) And once they got to the general area Chase had led them to (mostly warehouses, it seemed), it was mostly just a question of wandering ( Read more... )

This was it. The better part of a year after Karolina had left Los Angeles, she was finally back, and meeting up with the rest of the Pride's kids. She'd sent each of them a message, telling them to meet her in the same place they'd met up in the first time they'd ran away: the James Dean memorial at Griffith Observatory. And she wasn't alone, ( Read more... )

Karolina was finally planning for a trip back to LA. It was weird - she hadn't been back since May last year. It made her nervous. She'd never imagined going home could make her feel nervous ( Read more... )

Apart from going to class, Karolina had spent yesterday mostly hiding out and dealing with the horrors of having handwavily been a guy all weekend. That meant also that she'd missed out on celebrating her birthday in any kind of a significant way ( Read more... )

With both her not particularly exciting mainland therapy session and the seriously more exciting flight class over, Karolina had come back to the room, and gotten to decorating her side of it. Nothing extravagant, and not a lot of stuff. But, she'd seen something nice on sale on the mainland this morning, and decided she could spend just a little ( Read more... )