She didn't have a candle. Minnie Lichter waded through the sea of fire, the pinpricks of light showing faces and people and sadness and despair. She didn't want a candle. She walked in the darkness that separated flame from flame. A candle would make her part of this. Small as she was, she slipped ...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from The show starts at five. Bring snacks. ) Ben left the asylum running. It was only after rounding the right wing did he slow, then stop, panting and hands resting on his knees. His bag slid off his shoulder and fell to the ground. Swaying dizzily, he checked over his...

"Oh. Ok. I understand", said Ben as Noah left. "Thanks anyway." They didn't really want to talk with him. They had just tried to be nice. He hung his head. Was it his fault? He hadn't been twitchy and paranoid, like with the the girl with the eye-patch. Perhaps... perhaps they we...

Hannah took a few steps back. Then she said she wasn't great. Ben's smile receded. That was... well, what kind of answer could he have expected to a question like that? Even disregarding the being stuck on a island with killer classmates - chances were, the answer people here would give would always...

Hannah said she would talk! Relief washed over Ben because of that - then Noah said a few words to her, and stepped out of sight. Ben's eyes narrowed. His inner voice had immediately begun voicing suggestions of where he might be going and what he might be doing, and Ben couldn't help but find some ...

"It's Hannah and Noah," came the reply, this time from the other person, a girl, probably Hannah. "Yeah, what she said," the guy who was probably Noah chimed in.  "Yeah, that's who we are.  Who are you?" Ben didn't really know a Hannah or a Noah. So that didn't help. Bu...

Ben didn't dare to move. The figures were at the top of the stairs now, talking, but he didn't know if they could see him, it was so dark. His plan hadn't failed yet - he hadn't been spotted, technically. They couldn't be sure that he was there. At least, that was what he thought. Then one of the tw...

Two. Two voices. Then walking. Ben resisted the urge to run and, after a moment, the walking stopped. He let out a slight sigh, then continued. He was already halfway down the stairs. If he kept this up, he would be gone before they even knew he was there. His left hand trailing along the wall, he c...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from Calvin and Hobbes ) It was strange, how sometimes you didn't know much you cared about someone, until they were gone. Then it hurt. When Ben had first heard that Irene was dead, well, he hadn't taken it well. Quite badly, in fact. Because Irene, she was more than ju...

And I'm back. My intuitions were 100% correct; I was busy, or stay-on-your-feet-or-fall-asleep tired, or both, the entire weekend. But now that's done.

(Minor GMing of Clarice approved) --there was a slight whoosh, a wet thud, then the sound of someone running away, back down the corridor. Ben crouched to the right of the chair, his left hand resting on it to keep his balance, listening intently for whatever came next. "Uh?" grunted some...

From behind the chair, Ben listened to the events unfolding. First, another person arrived. They said hi. Ben felt like his heart dropped into his stomach - alone, there had been a flimsy chance of Ben dodging past them or hitting them with his boot or something. With two of them, even that was gone...

"Uh. Hi?" Ben jerked his head back behind the chair. Had they seen him? They knew he, or someone, was here, but did they know they were behind the chair? Could they even see the chair in the darkness? Or did they really know anyone was there, or were they only testing? Should he answer? If...

Just as Ben was approaching the chair, a voice sounded out from the corridor. Startled, he swung the beam of his flashlight around, and pointed it at the doorway, hoping to see who it was. " No! You'll just reveal where you are! " the voice reprimanded him. " Turn it off! " Fumbl...

(Benjamin Lichter continues from If We Could Have Tomorrow in Technicolor ) Ben's feet sloshed through the water as he searched the basement. This, along with his flashlight, made stealth impossible. He didn't like that, but if he wanted to find his friend, what choice did he have? Plenty, accordin...