Genevieve stood on the front porch, crossing and uncrossing her arms, shifting her weight awkwardly as she tried to mentally justify knocking on the door. Initially, her intention had been to wait for someone else to arrive and then sneak in behind them to enjoy the party without the awkward convers...

[Genevieve Cordova, main sandbox debut, continued from Bottle Episode .] Genevieve had groaned audibly when she discovered that Anastasia Arcadia, her illustrious quirkiness, had invited her to a party via business card . There were very few people Genevieve could claim to dislike and even fewer tha...

“Heck yeah! I told you we were going the right way!” Genevieve shouted, punching the air in drunken triumph. In the space of an evening, Genevieve had cycled across town to go to a crazy girl's party, gotten drunk on the crazy girl's porch without ever attending said party, fled to Waffle House, dru...

“There is like, no way did we go past it. We are, like, totally going in the complete right direction,” Genevieve said, swaying from side to side as she raised her arm from the handlebars of her bicycle to point out the vague direction of where she thought the Waffle House was. “We totally go here l...

As it happened, checking her emails on the Starbucks Wifi was nothing but a great way for Eden to make herself feel emotionally dead inside. Caught between a deluge of Spam emails- apparently there were still people out there who fell for Spanish Prisoner cons from illegitimate Nigerian princes and ...

[Eden Zahn, sandbox debut] Eden had always despised the aesthetic of Starbucks. It felt disingenuous to her that a multi-national coporation run by a lot of very important-sounding sounding men in suits disguised itself as a friendly Seattle coffee shop. Eden liked small businesses and things that f...

Genevieve knelt down on the cold concrete roof of the apartment building and produced some loose coins from the pocket of her jeans. It was dark already, maybe seven or eight in the evening, and most of the building- including Genevieve and her kind-of sort-of adoptive parents- had gathered on the r...

"Yeah, I-- well, yeah." Genevieve sighed, exhausted. A shiver run down her spine. "You be careful too, Riley. And you, Louise. Try not to, y'know, die or anything like that." Genevieve yawned loudly and covered her mouth in surprise. All of a sudden, her pack felt twice as heavy ...

“Yeah, I guess.” Genevieve said, brushing flecks of sand from the hem of her dress. She paused, curling her lips into a sad smile. “Actually, yeah. Yeah-  I'm fine. I'm holding up about as well as I could be, all things considered.” “I guess I'm doing better than I expected. Better than people I exp...

“BUDDY YER AN YOUNG MAN, HARD MAN, CHARGING IN THE STREET YOU'RE GONNA TAKE ON THE WORLD SOME DAY” Genevieve continued her off-key wailing, stomping down and clapping on every third beat. Riley and Louise weren't joining in. Genevieve looked over mid-verse and glared disapprovingly. “GOT BLOOD ON YO...

There was a palpable sense of unease in the air that made Genevieve tense in her shoulders. Genevieve caught her breath in her chest and held it there. She felt her heart pound against her rib-cage. This was a very real kind of danger she had placed herself in, Genevieve realized. Her fist tightened...

[Genevieve Cordova, continued from We Are Not Your Kind of People .] Cyan Stingrays, Genevieve thought. Genevieve had been mouthing the words since leaving the sports centre. Cyan Stingrays . Cyan Stingrays. Cy an Stingrays. Cyan Stingrays sounded stupid as hell however Genevieve tried to pronounce ...

“Hey, wait!” Eden shouted after Sarah. “Sarah!! Wait up!” Eden's comfort zone was falling apart around her. First Vahka had ducked out while Eden had been distracted by Sarah and the shifty-Hispanic-dude, and now Sarah herself was running off into the sunset without her. Eden cursed under her breath...

“Alright! I'm coming over!” Eden shouted to Sarah through cupped hands. Sarah was so far away that Eden could barely hear what she was saying, but it looked to Eden like she was waving a Mr. Potato Head at the kid. That meant that Sarah had either completely lost her mind, or was perfectly fine. It ...

[Eden Zahn, start.] Eden was dealing with being thrown into the game far better than she could have ever expected. Within minutes of waking up, she had found her bag and her assigned weapon- a riot shield- and tied her orange bandanna around her head. She spent every minute since thinking about how ...