Technically, it was not the hardest thing Roxy Lalonde had ever done – but it was a bother. So much of a bother. Getting land rights. Real Estate. At least Upstate New York part of the equation wasn’t particularly bad. But the bunker – Old Harley’s money would more than cover it, but Fort Drum… Continue reading

You are HER IMPERIOUS CONDESCENSION. It sounds weird, running through your head like that. But at the moment you are, perhaps, LESS ORIENTED then you have been in memory. Part of this is a relief, for mere moments ago you were under a fairly certain threat of being DEAD. You were attacked by one of… Continue reading

The sky was going black – It was always dark, starlit, on Derse, the radiance of Skaia so far that it was only known to most as stories. This, though – this was a greater blackness then any of the pawns had known. And it was getting darker. They should have been rejoicing. According to… Continue reading

There was one Pawn seemed to only be there to ogle the glass-work of the White Queen’s Hall. Three others already sat, patiently waiting, on the benches. Another two more were just dodging in through the side doors, waved in by the guards. Quiet. Nervous. The Royal Announcer counted them first, before lifted their horn,… Continue reading

timaeusTestified Started a new memo “Who keeps locking all the Memos” TT: Calling all Bros.TT: I wrote, “Calling all Bros”TT: Scratch that, I was called out on that recently, this is an APB.TT: An All Peeps Bulletin.TT: I need the whole possibly-stale box of you as soon as you asses are not in a line… Continue reading

Chapter 1 Chapter Text gutsyGumshoe [GG] opened memo on board THE BUGGER IS A CUMQUAT GG: By the time you read this, I shall have expired from exhaustion GG: My target has eluded me for hours; and now I am at my end GG: To Dirk I leave my house, and all whipping boy privileges… Continue reading

The Queen’s Throne of Derse was not uncomfortable, as thrones went. Hours upon hours listening to grievances of the Pawns of Derse was a literal pain in the neck. “Unthinkable” had been a word Her Imperious Condensation – a title that had felt a bit excessive for a number of sweeps – had trained herself… Continue reading

Chapter 1 There were things for Roxy to consider. Options, not really, but things. Options had been left back at Roxy’s house, with Jane, when that God-cat had zapped the potential consider-er away to locations unexpected. As was the god-cat’s wont – it had happened to Jane on occasion, back when humans had ruled the… Continue reading

GT: And Criminy! If a murderer is on the lose, he’ll return to the scene of the crime – And that’s me! And Jane! And Me! We must put an end to this reign of terror! TG: i dunno, ew gott be smart about this – batterhairs playing a differnt angle these days. TT: I… Continue reading

Chapter 1 Chapter Text YOU ARE ROXY LALONDE. THIS SEEMS TO BE AN IMPORTANT FACT THAT BEARS REPEATING IN A RATHER FORMULAIC MANNER. DEADLY AS YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL. THE PREMISE HERE IS YOU HAVE KILLED A LOT OF THINGS, AND ALSO ARE SMOKING HOT, WHILE NOT ACTUALLY BEING ON FIRE. ALSO, YOU ARE A FINDER… Continue reading