Saint Joseph School

St. Joseph's School was a wonderful institution, and I'm grieved to see it go.

That being said, thank you so much for making this supergroup, and giving so many of us a wonderful playroom to while away our hours in. There were many wonderful stories and toys and games, and you shared everything you ...

"Meg. I've made several confidential psychological, criminal, and personal records available to you. Do you know where to find Billy McGuffin, sometimes known as Dr1v35haft?" Janine Sinclair's eyes looked puffy and raw, but she held a notepad and pen at the ready.

Update:

A few months after moving into a new home with his father, Billy's dad died of a heart attack, his second. Billy was able to be there with his father and receive his father's blessing. After the funeral, Billy moved back into school housing. Less than a week after moving back on campus ...

It's a perfect engine of death. A single cutting blade, steel skeleton with titanium shell, for quickness, copper electroplating in a scrimshaw over the joints. I pull it off the clamps and break it down, fit it back together in ten minutes time. The curving edge of the blade is so sharp it could ...

"So what do I do here?" Sam asked, snipping the scissors open and closed uncertainly. "I've never cut hair before. Well, not real hair."

Billy turned on the tap and hot water gushed out, filling the basin. He held up two fingers, showing them to Sam in the mirror. "Real easy, Sam. Just lay the ...

"Three more dead," said Pleasaunce. "Three."

"I don't wanna see that shit," said Billy, jutting his chin out at the everpresent manilla folder. He was sure it held horrors inside.

The detective had cornered him as he was filing his police report about an attempted arson in Steel Canyon. He'd been ...

When he came home that afternoon, it smelled like something burnt. The smoke detector in the kitchen and in the living room were going full blast.

"Dad?" he called, and moved over to the range, took the saucepan of smoking rot off the heat and, when that didn't clear up the smoke immediately ...

Dr. Conrads smiled, steepling his fingers in a gesture of superiority as Detective Pleasaunce attempted to stare him down.

"I can't help you," Dr. Conrads said, trying to suppress his happiness at winning this fight, feeling it mixed, only slightly, with the awareness of how unworthy, and ...

Billy Theodore McGuffin turned the two keys in the lock and opened the door to his new home.

He backed up a step, letting his father go in first.

He wasn't sure he wanted to go in. This new house, part of a row of townhouses reconstructed from the rubble, was only a few blocks south of his old ...

i11 update

Billy's living situation has changed again, and not necessarily for the better.

In the second Rikti Invasion, Billy's childhood home was completely destroyed by dropship bombs in his Talos Island neighborhood. Billy's father had a heart attack, and he stayed in the hospital for several ...

Billy scoped around, looking at the frayed edges of the party. The hinkiest stuff happened here, where it was dark, where the people had thinned out. A couple of kids were settling a dispute. One had a bloody nose but he kept his vision clear, still in the game. Somewhere else he could hear and ...

"It's tea," he said briefly to Violet, pinching a lock of her hair and giving it a brief tug. He looked over his shoulder at Gabriel. "There's a bunch of fancypants people who've donated all sortsa stuff to the relief effort. And the Father wrote in to his bishop about what happened, you know, that ...

Billy was standing in a corner of the common room, with a two foot high ball of cellophane sitting on the table next to him. The crackling yellow plastic yielded other strange objects as he unpacked it--a tin of Wasabi peanuts What th' heck is wasabi ? --a packaged box with pictures of tea-cakes on ...

Billy had finished up with the bricks. It was hard work, time consuming, but ... ultimately worthwhile. Salvagable wood, bricks, cinderblocks and other building materials went in the recycle pile; things shattered past repair went into the demolition bin.

There were other things, too, that they ...

"Dad," he said quietly, picking up his father's pale hand in his metal one. He'd taken a trick from the doctors, seeing how they warmed up stethescopes before using them on people, and stuck his hands in his armpits until they were warm. "Dad, you awake?"

"Sure 'nuff I'm awake, Bill. Help me move ...