Vincent tugged at the sleave of the new purple suit jacket Michael had bought for him. It was perfectly fitted, but it still felt weird to be standing at an art show wearing it. He got a few weird looks--after all, he was definitely the only one here with a tattoo covering half his face--but … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 96: A Second Chance, Part 2 →

Vincent tugged the sleeves of his rented tailcoat toward his wrists. It was too small, and too black, and too much like the ones all the other waiters were wearing. But, it was pick up whatever temp shifts he could find after turning in his crawler contracts or die alone of starvation covered in his … Continue reading Year 350 A.E., Rotation 89: A Second Chance, Part 1 →