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Aldous kept his vision low as they made their way through the slowly stirring neighborhoods. The lines of parked cars flanking the streets made little sense, and the few that drove past made even less. He glimpsed people inside the ones that rolled down the street, horseless carriages that fumed...

As she rose and readied herself he donned his boots and shook out his coat before slipping it on. She was fast—he barely had time to glance out the window at the lightening sky before following her out the door. It was cold, especially compared to where he'd just come from, and even though at...

Oh my gosh I'm so sorry I've been MIA, I've been crazy busy! I finally have my first day off in awhile these next two days, so expect responses!

More like a million headaches and endless coping mechanisms. Never again!!!!!!!!!!!

Besides some of the self-assured french females he'd met this had to be one of the most brazen women he'd come across yet, not to mention the sailor-rivaling repertoire of swear words he'd heard her spew earlier. But this was another form of audacity—familiarity. She came across the room, sat...

HA! I remember the days well. School turned me into an uber-procrastinator. On any level though, make me work on anything from home and I somehow find a thousand other things to do instead. I've toyed with the idea of going for another round of higher education but that aspect about me alone...

Viv came alive across the room, fury incarnate, but he could barely break away from the television. How could a thing like this exist? There was no precedent, no real stepping-stone of technology or invention. Nothing like this had ever existed! Hell, the lightbulb hadn't even existed for a full...

Of the sensory interruptions likely to draw him out of sleep, scent had been the culprit. In a lingering dream he was still in France. Horses pulled lacquered carriages down cobbled streets, the din of city bustle echoing through tall corridors of grand Parisian apartment flats. Small...

Aldous' first real exhale was pure bliss. Nothing else mattered—not the incident, not the ensuing confusion, not even the innumerable implications. His body sprawled on that couch was all that mattered. His eyes flickered shut to block out the glare from the overhead lights. He wouldn't struggle...

The journey to his temporary lodgings was extraordinary. What a stark, sterile world he had entered! There was no way to describe the sheer brightness of the fluorescent lights and hollow white hallways. Their destination took barely a minute to reach, and yet following his chaperone through...

Why aren't we just using this board!? Duh!! That last post was short but 1) I'm exhausted (and its more real than Alder's exhaustion because I'M REAL HA) and 2) short posts work for now while we're transitioning settings WOOT! Holy crap I've been working a LOT lately. New job, going great...

His name had never conjured such a reaction. Quite the name? What was that supposed to mean? Aldous? A basic name, if not slightly uncommon. He even shared the name with a cousin. And Hastings was his family name, not some rogue stage name conjured from fantasy and ambition like some upstarts in...

2014. The year is 2014. It mattered little that he had ended up back in New York. What would it matter where he'd spawned, one-hundred-thirty-three years later? The number was baffling. He had been transported—unknown reasoning and mechanism aside—past any lifetime he should have reasonably...

As if reality could get any weirder. Her words flew through him, settled somewhere distant, waiting. The bowler hat... Aldous touched the top of his head, felt only the silken flow of hair, and then turned to feast eyes on the astounding magnificence that awaited. The painting, nay, the...

Monsieur Barbier? Who...? His face twisted into further confusion. Heaven forbid this individual attempt to convince him he was someone else, because at this juncture he just might believe he wasn’t himself. Oh, the Baron. The Baron!? And the only reason this moniker meant anything to him was...

Brooklyn, New York - 2014 The whole ordeal was over in a matter of moments. One final breath in one reality, one fresh breath in another—though Aldous’ first inhale proved more of a gasp than a breath. He swayed on his feet—disoriented, confused. His hand finished its intended trajectory...

L’Île de Chatou, France, 1881 The lazy Seine was in full splendor today. With sun high behind a fluttering striped awning and a cool breeze drifting off the river below, the terrace of la Maison Fournaise was brimming with bodies and buzzing with lively conversation. The restaurant’s patio...

// reference Whoa, what... The hand on her back pulled her fully out of her brooding. One moment she's dealing with the scruffy deadbeat on her left, and the next, there's…? She looked up and a comparatively youthful male face grinned back. And dang, he wasn't bad to look at, either. Their...

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