001: [holo] an inconvenience

[thwartswiles.livejournal.com]

"Er."

Aziraphale had a sinking feeling. He wouldn't have been able to define what exactly he felt sinking, but he was fairly certain that something was.

"Oh my."

Maybe it was all the sudden metal, it was a tad oppressive. Also, he had been expecting something of this sort for a while now. A disciplinary of some kind, perhaps, for the whole Armageddon mess. A stern telling off. Of course, he'd also been expecting something more in the line of a big booming voice instead of this ominous silence. Oh well, best to take it with good grace. Make small talk!

"Gosh, have you chaps been doing some renovations Up Here? It's awfully modern. Daring, even. Yes, very- er.

Of course a moment's notice might've been nice, was there a particular reason for the urgency? I was just about to Enlighten a monk. Not that I'm complaining, of course! Amen and all that.

…hello?"

003 [location - Central Taxon ]

[valaunbound]

Vala's memory has been slowly coming back for a few days now, to the point where it's almost completely returned. Not that you'd know though; Vala's quite happy living at Daniel's house because her mental state has left her so 'vulnerable' and she intends to make it last as long as possible. So, we have a Vala, pretending to have lost her memory still, but actually remembers nearly everything. It's a foolproof plan, he'll continue to want to keep her close by, until her staying there becomes so routine, he won't think twice about changing anything when her memory does return.

Bored with going through the files on Daniel's computer (how easy was that password to crack?), she opens the tablet up and looks at her flashing red symbol, that up to now, she's not really wanted to investigate for fear of what it might be.

"Got to look some time, I suppose." She mutters to herself, and closes Daniel's laptop with a decided finality.

( A short while later... )

[HOLO] Charlotte arrives with double trouble.

[aesthetic_mojo]

Charlotte Blaine sits on the edge of the arrival platform, one knee up to hold the tablet and the other leg stretched out in front of her. High on that leg a calico kitten perches, looking about as confused as Charlotte does. The kitten’s expression doesn’t hold the same under current of anger, however. Charlotte’s hair is pulled back in a neat ponytail, she is dressed in yoga pants and a long sleeved t-shit, and she’s barefoot. In short, she’s not at all prepared to be somewhere other than napping on her couch. Just as she turns toward the tablet to start speaking, a black kitten materializes on her shoulder. She barely notices beyond shifting her position very slightly to support him.

“Last time I checked, an arrest was supposed to include a warrant and charges. I think I might have settled for being woken up for it.” The note of forced humor in her voice fades away, replaced by scorn. “And if someone wouldn’t mind telling Agent Everton I think he’s a son of a bitch, I’d appreciate that.”

She looks around the room, shaking her head. “This isn’t what I call being under the radar, for the record. Not even close.” She reaches up to pet the black kitten. “And bringing them...that’s just cruel.”

003: [visual]

[fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com]

It's been an eventful past few days, to say the least.

When Dean clicks his tablet on to visual, he's sitting in the backseat of the Impala, his usual hangout, drinking a beer and generally lounging around. He looks relaxed enough, but that may be because of the two other beer bottles lined up neatly on the floor of his car. He's fully intending to take those out of his car later, mostly because he can't stand for his baby to be dirty.

But that was beside the point.

He frowns at the tablet, and then speaks.

"I don't know if any of you people actually pay attention to this shit, but I gotta know. Anybody been approached by anything that might've brought us here? 'Cause I'm starting to think that whatever kidnapped us isn't in this for a ransom. I mean, the place is giving us free food. Free booze. Free weapons." He pauses, and shrugs. "What do you guys think took us? Aliens? Pirates? The government?"

002: Good Morning, Taxon [Holo]

[witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com]

Luna Lovegood has been having a rather interesting week.

Despite her many diligent attempts to decipher the tablet, she hasn't been able to find a single imp or uncover a single spell. She just can't understand how it works.

She understands that she's been kidnapped, though. Taxon might be a little more opulent than the cellars of Malfoy Manor, and there are no discernible guards, but it is a prison nonetheless. And her friends must have noticed that she didn't make it on to the Hogwarts Express.

"I do hope they're not worrying too much," she murmured, as she set down the tablet and adjusted the settings. After a moment of uncertainty, the invisible imps started to work properly and a hologram of a pale witch with unusually large eyes appeared.

"Hello, everybody," she said, addressing the world in general, "There are quite a lot of us here now, aren't there? Although it's still rather quiet. I expected things to be much noisier after a kidnapping."

With a placid smile, Luna reached up to tuck a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. Her wand, stuck for ease of access behind her ear, wobbled precariously but stayed in place.

"Of course," she continued, "I also expected things to happen after a kidnapping. Nobody seems to know what's going on and there's no sign of our enemies. I'm starting to feel rather bored, and rather lonely."

Although making such a brutally honest statement doesn't appear to faze her, and she didn't sound particularly upset by her loneliness. She spent three years on her own at Hogwarts before the formation of Dumbledore's Army. It wasn't new.

"Has anybody explored properly yet? Are they any hidden passage ways, or forests filled with strange creatures? If I'm going to have here to stay until my friends find a way to rescue me, I'd rather spend my time doing something interesting."