Great. Girl who was fine with her coming in but didn't give Fey her name. Could be worse, she guessed. When the girl pushed the door further open Fey nodded. "Thanks," she said, and awkwardly shuffled her way inside. dumping the bundle of sticks in the corner, just as some other girl's voi...

This chick looked kinda like a shorter, dumpier version of Fey. Hair a bit longer. Gnarly scar. She wore a puffy gold jacket kinda similar to Fey's, maybe a bit more neatly than Fey did. So uglier, but more stylish. Maybe she was like Fey's evil inverse twin or something fun like that. OK, maybe not...

(Fey Zelenka-Morrison continued from Athenry and Killeshandra ) Fey was huffing a bit by the time she got back. And yeah, now it was really getting dark. Got darker the norther you got, right? Fuck, for all she knew it was only like 3:00. She should've worn a watch. And gloves. And a hat. Well at th...

Jeez. Seemed it was getting dark early. Not that she had any fuckin' clue what time it was. But it hadn't seemed to be light that long. And now the sun was setting, and she'd have a hike to get back. Ugh. Should've just stayed in the station and holed up. (Fey Zelenka-Morrison continued from Roses a...

And then Fey was alone there. "Huh." She stopped and considered a few moments. Maybe her first time to really actually think. Fey slipped the gloves off her hands and tossed them back in her bag. She really needed some gloves that wouldn't accidentally scratch her face off. So what would s...

"Yeah. I'm for fire." Fuck yeah. Burn some shit and keep warm. Calvin was on the ball. That was what you were supposed to do here, right? Not freeze to death? Well, as she'd thought ballooned, it was something at least. Something that Piper wasn't into, at least. Well that.... I mean, Fey ...

"Jesus Christ!" ... She almost laughed again. No, no. "I mean... yeah, but Jesus Christ Calvin are you just fucking us here bro?" Yeah. Wheelchair girl is fucked, Calvin's fucked, Piper's fucked, we're all fucked, what's that word to follow? Fey kicked a chair from position on th...

"Ah ha ha ha ha." Wait, Calvin got her with that one too. Asshole. "Fuck off. I'm not actually killing anyone, duh. Fight the fascist terrorists, yo. Resist." Now granted, there was no actually fighting the terrorists. Not actually on the island at least. Except by like, shooting...

Calvin sat down. Good on him. Piper didn't sit down. Boo on her. Fey thought Piper was kinda looking at the two of them like they had an extra head or something. And it wasn't like Fey was giving up on any ideas here. She just didn't have any. Right now. But she would. She still needed that thing, a...

Uh oh, they were actually considering that signal thing. Or questioning it. Either way. ... "Uh..." Fuck. "I dunno?" Bravo. Bravo. Far into the future, scholars would surely be studying this as the moment when the revolution truly began. I dunfuckingno. Fey shrugged. "Maybe ...

Piper had... an antler or something as a weapon, which was pretty goddamn funny actually when you thought about it. Okay, hey, rescue and escape. Or vice versa them. That was a thing. Fey briefly wondered if it could be the thing. The thing she was realizing she was gonna desperately need here. Calv...

"Alrighty," So Fey saw Piper was coming on over and stepped inside herself. Really, she didn't think there was too much difference between the cold outside and inside here. But she'd be fine. Fey dressed for the weather. Always did; she planned things that way. OK, so Fey just pretty much ...

"Yeeeeeeah, shipping up to Boston, whooa--- oh." It was Piper Puncheon not cowering in the snow, and Fey, well, did she have any beef with Piper? Like, not necessarily. Piper wasn't cowering, but she was sticking her head around the corner, looking all annoyed with stuff. Well, bully for h...

"Tunnels, huh? Well I woke up just out in the snow. First place I've been to." Well, with those scintillating origin stories out of the way, time to get down to the business at hand. Making friends, making plans. Looking back inside the station, which was really more like a fucking shed, a...

'Yeeeeeeah! Float like a butterfly, sting like a--- oh." It was Calvin Rawls cowering in the snow, and Fey didn't really have any beef with him. He was holding some wacko curved knife thing that looked like a great way for a guy to stab himself in the dick by accident and he wasn't looking to w...