VI [LOCATION: OUTSIDE THE BRIDGE] / [VISUAL] > there's truth in your lies.

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

Have one James T. Kirk pacing outside the bland, round building that is the bridge to his ship. The bridge that should be attached to the rest of his ship. However, instead of poking and prodding and trying to solve the eternal mystery that is how it works without the rest of the Enterprise, he's simply pacing out of restlessness. He doesn't sit still well and having been doing the same thing for the past three months is not sitting well with him.

Pausing, he turns to face one of the white walls and reaches out to place a hand against it's surface. He sighs. "I miss the rest of you."

006: [Location: Hyperion Hotel] Like the Prom, Only with Legal Alcohol Supply

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

[Voice] Whatever takes the focus off your hair

[forgot-myself.livejournal.com]

I'm an angel of the lord.

I fell almost twenty-five years ago.

And it was the best decision I've ever made.

Now, I'm an angel again.

And I hate it.

[Once the confession is over, Anna exhales brokenly, hands shaking. What on earth made her say that?]

005 [Visual] The Confession

[tattooedfacts.livejournal.com]

Leonard wakes up in a room. Pretty non-descript room, hotel possibly. Yep, definitely a hotel, there's a Gideon bible in the bedside drawer. He continues with his usual ritual of working things out. He spends time reading through all his notes, which in turn lead him to the tablet, where there are more notes -- all about Taxon and what the hell is going on here. It's hard to put all the information together though into one coherent story. It makes no sense. This isn't new, it never makes sense.

What is new though, is the need to send out a public message and ask. Only it becomes a bit more than just asking.

"I have no idea where Taxon is, or how I got here. Did I arrive in that room like everyone else? My name is Leonard Shelby, and see I have this condition. I know some of you know me already, I have no idea how many. Not sure who I've told. I can't make new memories. Hell, for all I know John G's amongst you, I know there are a few Johns - my notes say so." He stops for a moment, why the fuck did he just say that? He wants to shut the tablet, but he can't.

"I want to say I miss my wife, but I don't. I don't even know how long she's been gone, how can I miss her? I should though. Feels like she died ten minutes ago, it always feels like she died ten... fucking... minutes ago. I wake up in the morning, thinking she's still here and then I remember. So how... how can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?"

Well, shit.

quârtus decimus; [visual]

[caelitus.livejournal.com]

Oh G -- oh someone, why is he doing this?

"Do you believe in God?"

006. [ visual ] / [ location: sheppard's room ]

[gating-across.livejournal.com]

There were nights where Sheppard really wished he wasn't such a nice guy. Being nice meant that the darker decisions would always creep up on him. Not that he would show it of course. He preferred to be the happy-laid-back-guy. The guy that always tries to keep everyone on good terms. Unless duty came in and someone clearly made the wrong decision. Then he went into military mode.

Thankfully he had dropped the tablet over on the desk. The lighting in his room was dim, just a few of the lights in the pillars on. After all, it was late at night. Who the hell else would be up at this hour? Hopefully no one. It wasn't as if he was aware that the tablet had turned on.

He closed the fridge door almost with a slam. Slowly sitting on the be din the dark room he popped the cap off, snapping it with his middle finger and thumb. There was a pause. Clink. Somewhere it hit the floor and echoed in the silent room. Even his laptop that usually showed the status of Atlantis was turned off. Just a man with too much on his mind at the moment, up late at night.

"Damn Wraith." He muttered. Colonel Sumner was dead because of them, Lt. Ford was a maniac because of them. "Don't lie to yourself, John. He isn't dead because of the Wraith."

[ ooc; liar liar glitch! feel free to visual it up. or if you're a buddy of sheppard's, show up at the door. he'll most likely let you in. ]

012 [Visual/Location: Jack's Cabin] HALP

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

The one thing that has gone right for Jack today is this: the visual doesn't show everything. What it does show is him, cuffed to his own bed and missing his shirt. As for the lower half, ya can't see that. but it does appear he has a blanket at least. Maybe pants under there too. He also has a few junk food wrappers thrown about.. and there does appear to be a pile of "fresh" twinkies in a pile next to him. So he doesn't starve....? Who knows.

"Okay... I know how this looks... and it--" he glanced down at himself, "--well, I wish it was what looks like."

"Anyway! Uh... need somebody.. to come uncuff me," he paused for half beat, "Preferably, a naked Vala but not before she--" and there you have it. The color drains from his face completely. For the first time sine Daniel disappeared, he is glad his friend is not here.

"...f-forget I said that part... for the sake my ego..."

He clears his throat and tries again, "I'd really li--" Huh. He can't seem to say what he wants to say. ".... I'd like out of these c--" he swears under his breath when he can't say it. He wants to say he would really like out of these cuffs. He tries a couple more times to say that and it fails. Finally he settles on the truest statement he has, "Can somebody just help me, for crying out loud!?"

Jack has no idea if his cabin is locked or not.... who knows if anyone can help.

He is especially troubled that he can't seem to lie to himself either. He looks more upset after he tried to speak than he did before.

OOC; During the must tell-the-truth part of the glitch. Have fun kids.