[Location: Osten, somewhere back behind Merlottes and the Magic Shop] [open]

[aesthetic_mojo]

After a few nights with no meaningful sleep to speak of, Charlotte had had enough. When she opened her eyes two dozen times to see if the man sleeping next to her was who he was supposed to be, she knew something had to change. She didn't watch him like a hawk while they were awake, but she did touch him periodically. Not with her body, but with her mind. Delicate touches meant to reassure her he was who he was supposed to be, not to connect them.

This last little trick of the invisible things that held them was one too many. Feeling like the only thing she could hold onto was a pair of tessering kittens was not enough. They were starting to complain she held them too tightly, for one thing. Vivienne stayed close to her, though, often appearing just as Charlotte did one of her reaches for John.

Enough was enough. She had protected herself for almost twenty years with no help from anyone. Why did she think she couldn't do it there? The rules seemed to work, magic did what she expected it to, so why not use it the way she was able? Leaning on John wasn't acceptable. She told herself it was because the place could take him away again, but in a deeper place she knew it was because she wasn't ready to trust he'd be there at all. He'd given her no reason to doubt. She just wasn't ready.

( She didn't tell John where she was going, just that she needed to stretch her legs. )

OOC: This is open to anyone who would have seen her heading out that way, seen her at the Magic Shop or the bar, or who might have picked up on her not so little magical display. In short, it's OPEN!

007: [Location: Hyperion Basement/Visual] Men-folk not always around to protect the women-folk

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

If people were to look at their tablets now, they would see Cordelia and her shiny, metallic sword coming in and out of view. There were lots of twisting and ducking and mostly all she was practicing was the subtle art of staving, which the vampire idiot thought were the only things she needed to learn when handling a sword.

Well. Vampire idiots? Not really big with the thinking.

She paused and wiped her brow with the back of her hand. "I really need to learn new moves!" Cordelia said, very close to whining.

"You hear me? If you taught me more moves before, I wouldn't be having this problem."

It would help if the person she was talking to actually heard, but whatever.

five - [Location: outside the Sanctuary/holo] - super seekrit project, only not rly

[needtoruleit.livejournal.com]

Billy is sitting outside the Sanctuary, and he's working on an important project.

In fact, this important project is so important that he's mostly ignored every other project in his room for this one. His room is a whirlwind of broken bits and pieces of previous weapons he's assembled out of boredom, having used parts of the guns and things for his newest idea. It's almost impossible to walk through his room because of the mess, which is why he's sitting outside. He isn't really a fan of everybody seeing what he's working on, but he figures that people will probably not be against the idea of a gun that can get them home.

Well, and Billy doesn't have any place to work on the gun in his room.

He's fiddling with a few wires on the inside of the portal gun when he knocks his tablet against the side panel accidentally, causing it to turn on. With an irritated look, he tugs the tablet off of his wristband and sets it down gently next to him.

Of course, he doesn't realize it's on, as usual, so involved in his work. And yes, before you ask, he does have his goggles on. Don't diss the goggles, they give him inspiration.

VII [ LOCATION: SANCTUARY FOR ALL ] / [ VISUAL ]

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

The captain of the Parts 'o the Enterprise has actually taken the advice given to him by many around Taxon and gotten himself off the bridge of his ship. He'd been camping out in his ready room for far too long and Helen Magnus had been nice enough to offer him a room with a bed that wasn't a small couch that wasn't made to be slept on. Needless to say, he took her up on the offer and had moved most of his things from the ready room to his knew room within the Sanctuary For All, save a spare uniform and things he didn't think he'd get much use out of outside of the ship. Most of the time since he'd moved in here had been spent, it seemed like, trying to ease himself into the idea that he might not ever find a way out of Taxon, that maybe this was that one no-win scenario that just wasn't winnable. That scenario he swore up and down didn't exist. What a hypocrite he was.

"I of all people," he echoed from where he was currently doing push-ups, shirtless, on the floor beside his bed, recalling the words he'd exchanged with Spock after he'd reprogrammed the Kobayashi Maru test to be winnable. Too bad he couldn't reprogram Taxon.

To make matters (potentially) worse for the mood he was in, the tablet that he'd tossed onto a shelf on the opposite side of the room and had made a point not to touch since that stupid glitch debacle with Faith, was capturing all this. Not that this would surprise him much. The tablets seemed to have minds of their own lately.

Having had enough for today, Kirk got to his knees and then his feet, sitting down on the edge of the bed and flexing the hand that he'd slammed into the wall of Faith's apartment. He hadn't broken it, else he probably would've swallowed his pride and gone to Bones to fix it, but he'd bruised it pretty good. The discolored knuckles were proof of that.

Standing, he moved conveniently closer to the tablet as he went to a nearby dresser in search of a shirt.

001: HOLO [i was angry when i met you, i think i'm angry still.]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

Max had a bad habit sometimes of not looking where she was going. But she'd walked these steps up and down countless times before, so there was really no cause for suspicion. And besides that, she was a little pre-occupied with her thoughts. Thoughts about Logan, about Alec and Ben, about the newest situation in the news that painted transgenics out to be monsters, about everything that had come crashing down over the past few days.

So maybe that was why she didn't realize that the scenery around her had changed until it was too late. Not that she could have done anything about it even if she'd realized what was happening.

In any case, when she looked up and found out that wherever she was, it was very much not the base of the Space Needle, she was less than happy to discover it.

"Great," she muttered under her breath, looking at her surroundings. Some sort of metal room - it almost reminded her of Manticore, but given that Manticore had been a pile of rubble and dust since she'd burned it down, she doubted very much she was back there. "'Cause I needed this on top of everything else."

Her attention was caught by a pedestal in the center of the room that had what looked like a cross between a laptop and a cell phone on top of it. She frowned, going over and picking it up to turn it over in her hands. She knew a fair amount about pre-Pulse technology, but she'd never seen anything like it before.

As she was examining the tablet, the sleeve of her leather jacket moved just enough for her to catch sight of something silver that was now encircling her wrist. She set the tablet back down and held her wrist up to examine it, experimentally rubbing at the band.

And then a little harder.

And then a little harder.

Okay. Now she was worried.

She drew in a deep breath, then exhaled sharply through her nose, picking the tablet back up and glaring at whoever may have been watching her. (In these situations, someone was always watching you, and it was better to appear angry than afraid.)

"All right. Whoever you are, state your business and show yourself so I can kick your ass and get out of here. I've got some things to take care of back at home."

002: [visual]

[been-tested.livejournal.com]

Doyle has to admit he's starting to get a little bored. The novelty of exploring wore off, and so had the novelty of the hatches--all too quickly in his opinion but what can a fellow do?--leaving little else to occupy his time. So, he's suffering from boredom and it requires a solution before he goes stir crazy.

Following that track of thought, Doyle had enjoyed Cordelia's party and talking to everyone there. He suspects he's still a little rusty at that socializing routine but perhaps it's time to take his own advice and start connecting. It shouldn't be hard with the tablets--handy little devices they are.

"So, the best way to cure boredom is to get out and talk to people, yeah? I'm a little iffy on the getting out part--lots of space and not many people that will talk back--but we can do the talking just fine. How about we talk about our homes? You share a little something about your homes and I share in return. A good way to get to know each other a little better, is my thinking."

The only thing to do now is sit back and wait for someone to respond so Doyle does just that.

1 - arrival [holo]

[myveryownriot.livejournal.com]

"'Carry this heavy-ass box, Jayne, go walk a gorram mile an' fetch us our supplies we ain't got sense enough to be rememberin' t' pack, Jayne, don't be shootin' or fightin' or havin' no damn fun first chance we got to put our feet on somethin' ain't movin', Jayne..."

Sun at his back and the dark of Serenity's cargo bay in front of him mean Jayne can't much see where it is he's walking. Which is fine and all, he's done it a million times before (a million's probably too many, but he's not gonna try and figure it out, he's not got leanings in a mathematical direction). Even so, he maybe should've been clued that something's not right by the change in how his boots sound on the metal floor, but it's the wall all of a sudden being where a wall has no business that does the job.

"Ta ma de! What ruttin' son of a whore put this-"

Well hell, even with his eyes sun-befuddled Jayne can tell that whatever this place is, it being Serenity can be crossed off the list straight off. He lets Vera drop from where he'd been carrying her propped over his shoulder into his hands, and slowly turns in a circle. "Mal? Zoe? Ha ha, let's all play a big joke on the dumb guy. I ain't laughin', so git your bu lang bu you asses out here!"

His words don't echo about the way they ought, and it's too quite. Too clean. The place looks Alliance, and though technically speaking he's not dead set against Alliance, in general he likes to avoid getting locked up in silent glowy places that weren't there last he checked. No answering cussing or laughter means he's alone here, though, and ain't that just the shiny ribbon to wrap up his shit day?