A Whateley Academy Story

Absinthe 2: The Absinthe of Malice

By Morpheus

Part 5

Saturday morning, Nov 17th, 2007

The weather was cold and wet, and there I was, standing out in the open as rain drizzled down from above. Any smart person would go inside or at least get under cover, but I was having one of my lessons with Mrs. Lauriant so that wasn’t currently an option. Fortunately for me, I had discovered another way to deal with this.

While I’d been stuck in the hospital, I’d taken the time to think about a few spells I could really use, such as one to protect me from the weather. I’d taken the spell I use to keep other people from grabbing me and had modified it so that it only kept water from touching me instead. That had done a pretty good job of keeping the rain off me, and Mrs. Lauriant had just taught me the spell she uses to protect herself from the weather. This one keeps her warm as well as dry, so I’d just incorporated that with my own spell and had created a new version that worked better than either of the previous ones. Sure, I was still standing out in the rain, but my clothes and I not only remained dry, but also perfectly warm.

A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story

VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!

by

Bek D Corbin

Part 4

DATE: Damn Good Question

I snapped to full awakening again. Not a good sign.

I got up and looked around. It was not comforting, not in the least. It wasn’t the hotel room this time. Or the practice yard. Or even that stupid greenhouse back in Sacramento. The only word that fit the chamber I was in was ‘Cell’. It was your basic 10x10 poured concrete box. The bed was an oversized sponge of temper foam on a concrete slab. There was a dingy metal basin and toilet stuck into the wall. There was a pipe that ran the length of the room, just below the ceiling, with a hangar on it that suggested that that was the closest thing to storage space. No TV, no window, nothing to sit on but the toilet or the bed. The door was a handle-less slab of metal inset to the concrete wall. There was nothing that suggested any level of comfort, or any privacy, or any weakness. Nothing softened the inescapable fact that I was stuck in a poured concrete box.

A Whateley Academy Adventure

Dague de L'esprit

By

E. E. Nalley And ElrodW

I'm so alone and I feel just like somebody else
Man, I ain't changed, but I know I ain't the same
But somewhere here in between the city walls of dyin' dreams
I think of death, it must be killin' me
The Wallflowers One Headlight

Part Two

October 3^rd, 2007
The Crystal Hall, Whateley Academy

Lunch was easily the busiest meal of the day in the Crystal Hall. Breakfast was rowdy, but plenty of people skipped the so-called most important meal of the day. Dinner tended to be a spread out affair between extra curricular activities, clubs and of course that perennial teen pastime, dating, but lunch was the meal the school basically came to a halt for. Because of the previous years expansion the Hall was no where near its new rated maximum, but it still managed to feel full with kids jockeying for the best seats in the invisible pecking order, speedsters zipping by with trips for forgotten items, fliers declining to use the stairs or the elevator and the constant din of a thousand separate conversations.

Tansy sat at the Alpha table on their dais on the Top Tier, next to and across the waterfall from the Faculty Dais with a smile on her face as she picked at a salad and looked over the rail at the school assembled. Down below she saw Adam and Prue sitting at one of the little couple's tables and Greasy good naturedly allowed the Underdogs to file by rubbing his bald but now fuzzy head as a good luck charm that one of their own had gotten over. And while Adam had never formally been a member of the bottom of the social heap, he had the grace to know he wasn't very many rungs up the social ladder either.

But then again, he was eating lunch with a very pretty girl.

A Whateley Academy Story

Nerves of Steel

By Morpheus

Part 2

Milwaukee Wisconsin, Thursday late morning, Sept 20th, 2007

I walked down the sidewalk at a pretty fast pace, not because I was in any particular hurry, but simply because I wanted to. Being able to walk or run, for no other reason than because I wanted to, was still exciting. In fact, I probably would have run down the sidewalk, if it wasn’t for the fact that people would stare. Even so, I was pretty tempted to break out running anyway.

Last night, I’d slept in the motel room that Falkner had arranged for me. It had been small, uncomfortable, and kind of noisy, but that didn’t matter, because today was going to be fun. I’d hang around with Glow, get a tour of the Liberty League’s headquarters, and hopefully, get Falkner enough information about them, so that he could buy himself more time.

A minute later, I reached my destination, or at least, I was close enough to see it. I came to an abrupt stop and just stared with my mouth open.

“No way…,” I gasped.

A Whateley Universe/ Loose Cannons Story

VEGAS, BABY, VEGAS!

by

Bek D Corbin

Part 3

EVAN

DATE: Friday, March 30th, 2007

I woke up in my bed at the hotel, and I was glad to be able to recall which hotel I was in. I staggered out of my bedroom to find the gang, Brigand and some of his crew going through laptops and hard text. “Wha hoppened?” I asked muzzily.

“Finally, something he don’t know everything about,” Billy grumped.

After that bit of entirely predictable dickishness from the Squid, the crew filled me in: Lab. Icky Lovecraftian thingie. I broke it with my little sword, but knocked myself unconscious in the process. Guys in gray power suits came in and beat the crap out of everyone. Stashed them away on a ship. Brigand comes in and beats the crap out of the guys in power suits. Then they put the ship on remote control and bailed, so the local Civil Air Patrol could justify its budget by blowing it out of the air.

“If they were getting their asses handed to them, weren’t you guys supposed to come in and back them up?” I asked Rachel and Eddie.