五 [Location: Near the Sanctuary] Hallowed are the Ori

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Things were not going as planned.

What people had been saying was true - the devotion of these people who milled around speaking nothing in particular was not enough to give her the power that she needed, and other converts had been scarce. Nonexistent, even. And somehow, she was fairly certain that it was her mother's fault.

"This ship is insufficient. These people are insufficient. I require more than this, mother!" She snapped at Vala, whose arms were tied behind her and around one of the posts on the shuttle's large bed in its single room. Adria paced the available limited space like a caged tiger, her hands balled up into fists. It was nothing new, she'd been going on like this more or less without end for days now.

"Well, I'm not going to stand for it," she said decidedly, finally. "It's time to start destroying the infidels and the unbelievers. I gave people plenty of time to come around to my point of view. If they're still choosing not to at this point then they are choosing to die."

六 [Visual/Location: The Holodeck] Hallowed are the what now?

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Inara wakes up gradually, and as she becomes more conscious a few things become obvious more or less right away.

First, she is not in her shuttle. She's in a fairly featureless room, sitting in--

Make that confined in a large chair of some kind.

Secondly, she is sore. She feels as though she has been through a very vigorous fight, and was not exactly on the winning side.

Third, her clothes are...odd. She's in some sort of clingy black outfit and her hair is up.

"Hello?" She calls out, and her voice is hoarse. As if she'd done a lot of shouting recently. She tugs at the restraints that are holding her in the chair and they prove to be quite firmly secured, but after some wriggling she feels her tablet in her pocket. She shifts and wriggles some more until buttons are pressed more or less at random by the arm of the chair, and is now broadcasting a visual feed. Even if the only visual supplied is the black fabric of her pocket it should still pick up her voice, though.

"Hello?" She tries again. "This is Inara Serra of Serenity's crew...I seem to be...captured? Is anyone there?"

[OOC: There we go, glitch end! Huzzah! You may all go about your business now >D Unless you want to get in on the big last confrontation with Adria which is still being planned out, in which case go here!]

002. [VISUAL] I SEE A BAD MOON A-RISIN'.

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When the tablet clicks on, it's clearly in view of Sam, who doesn't seem to be aware of it being on. But he doesn't seem to be doing anything particularly out of the ordinary, either. Except for the part where he's not drinking himself into a stupor. He seems to actually be cheerful for once, whistling quietly under his breath as he does something with his back turned to the tablet.

There's a pause, at which point he looks over his shoulder and notices the tablet still on, but it doesn't appear to bother him one bit.

In fact, he takes his sweet time getting over to turn it off, but as he bends down, there's a small mark briefly visible on the inside of his forearm that quickly disappears out of view as he yanks his sleeve down - and with a click, the tablet shuts off.

[ ooc: Consider this Sam's Glitch - officially off and in full swing. He won't be noticeably evil right away - at least, not at first. The plan is for him to get progressively more and more evil until bad things start to happen. ]

I [ HOLO ] - ARRIVAL.

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The sound Samuels's neck had made when it snapped had been glorious, a sound fit to herald in his term as President. He was so close. Nathan had been properly disposed of, the poor fool, and there was no sign of Peter or Noah. He was going to succeed. He was actually going to...

And it was all gone in a matter of seconds, his vision whiting out and leaving him standing in... well he wasn't sure exactly what he was in, but it wasn't where he wanted to be.

( Gritting his teeth, Sylar attempted to quell his rage as he scanned the area he'd arrived in. )

002. [location: a park in Taxon] with an accidental side of [visual]

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Ace has been in Taxon a week now.  Seven days, and for all that time she has gone out of her way to avoid the blinking beacon on her tablet that signals the park.  She spent days running, but there was only so much Taxon before she ran out of space.  She spent a day getting as drunk as possible thanks to Kara and her whiskey, and another sobering up but everything was just as painful when her memories returned.  For the past two days it had been herself she had been fighting; she wasn't sure if she'd won or lost that battle.

The park.  Her movements slow as she approaches the nondescript place that looks like any other park, except for the fact that it's not any other park.  Looming at the far end are two buildings, and between them is the familiar blue police box that is - no was - her home.  It should look dwarfed between the taller buildings, but the TARDIS has always been able to hold her own in any surroundings.  Ace wants to run to it; she wants to run away again.  She might have been able to cope with seeing the TARDIS, but it's wondering if the Professor is inside that hurts so much.  No, The Doctor, not the Professor; he's gone now, as surely as if she killed him.  Probably she did, either with her action or inaction; she knows with all her heart that she must have failed him.  And still, for some reason, he touched her, smiled at her.  He offered her a place to stay.  She doesn't deserve it.

"Go away," she growls at the beacon the Doctor added to her tablet's map.  She jabs at it, finally succeeding in making the map to go away, but at the same time accidentally turning on the visual portion of the tablet.

She stands in the park, staring at the TARDIS, her lips pressed together, her hands drawn into fists.  She's as lost as she's ever been.