princeofthieves:

The Big Easy was treating Brad & Gretchen better than he'd hoped for. A few picked pockets here, a few poker games won there and soon, the Prince of Thieves and his Princess were staying in one of the nicest rooms in one of the better hotels of the French Quarter. He also secured new dresses and other clothing for the Blue Beauty, allowing her to chose her personal garments for herself, of course. While Braddock was definitely a gentleman, his thoughts of Gretchen lately were less and less platonic.

When favored him with her kiss, he felt himself catch fire inside.

Coming home from another busy day at "work", Brad knocks on Gretchen's door, holding a small box in his hand.

"I have something for you, Princess." he says, offering it to her when she opens the door.

nextgen_misc:

A bright sun in a dull blue sky baked the earth below despite it being late October. The air didn't hold any moisture and dust was stirred up by the wind. The terrain was mostly flat and sparse of vegetation and about a mile west lay a silver-mining boomtown called Tombstone.

There was a bright flash of light about a mile outside of the town. Six very strangely dressed individuals and one white horse with wings suddenly appeared.

_tsunami_:

Things had been hectic with the fall semester starting and Cait was getting used to being in school again after almost a year off. All the fuss over school left little time with Aaron. Cait was rectifying that tonight. Not another day was going to go by without the two of them going out and doing something.

Izzy had taken a like to Cassidy, so Cait decided to invite the two of them along after checking to make sure it was okay with Aaron. The four of them would go into the city and have some fun. They all deserved it.

Cait checked herself in the mirror one more time and then went to find Aaron.

nextgen_adult:

Margaret Donovan was not happy. The piloted suits were ready, but there was a problem with the AI for the drones. Governments didn't want drones operated by remote control. The reaction time sucked. They wanted drones that could follow orders and think for themselves in the middle of combat.

Margaret put her best programmers on it for the past month and they hadn't gotten anywhere. She was at her limit of patience. If these drones weren't delivered soon Margaret would lose everything. Margaret played to win and there was no way in Hell she was going to lose. Not now.

She picked up the phone and called a contact. Five million should buy what she wanted.