Debbie, Holden, a tub of Vaseline, and a lazy Sunday. When they're unlucky, they get to bring their work home with them.
Krennic contemplates the dizzying array of interplanetary sexual diversity. Galen is mortified.
Aumerle doesn't seek absolution.
"Step into my fucking office."
For the prompt of Adrian being a big nerd, him being a small nerd about something that isn't Egypt or Alexander for once. When Adrian Veidt is twelve years old, he discovers Homer's Iliad.
Susan's on the loose, and Falco walks right back into an old cage.
In Egypt, the emperor sleeps poorly.
The least Nathan can do at this stage in the proceedings is show Caleb a good time.
There in that white-gilt bedroom like a tomb, where I believe none of Gatsby's guests had ever before set foot except by mistake — none until Daisy, and I was only her adjunct and proxy, an accessory to her presence there in the house. He had forgotten about me then. He had forgotten about me now. I was his only witness.