1 [Holo-Location: Sanctuary]

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( Introducing Daniel Jackson, cut for length )

[three] | [voice] | wtf trains -- omg TRAINS.

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[At some time around nine in the morning (or whatever serves as nine in the morning in Taxon) there is a loud expression of glee issuing from the tablets. Tonks awoke this morning to an unusual sound, and upon investigation, has discovered the train system that has appeared in Taxon over night.

At the moment, she's itching to ride one of them, because she loves trains. And, well, Muggle inventions are always fun to play around with.]

Oi, Taxon! Look outside, you lot see anything different about the world? [Quick pause.] Trains! Trains, my friends!

Come now, who wants to test them out with me, hm?


[[ooc: since nobody else has, Tonks is going to explore the trains and see if everything is functioning correctly. Care to join her?]]

IV [VISUAL/LOCATION: GRAY & SONS] - THE IDENTITY OF ONE CHANGES WITH HOW ONE PERCEIVES REALITY

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Gabriel wasn't sure exactly why he had been avoiding his shop. All he knew was that he woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that he hadn't been back there in weeks, and most of the clocks would have run down several times over by now. That simply wasn't acceptable. He really should have been taking better care of his responsibilities especially since they had been halved since arriving here. He no longer had to take care of his mother, make sure that she had everything that she needed. He no longer had to worry about the threat of addiction that came along with his ability, the things that he had done because of it. Helen was helping him deal with that, and Elle was here to provide him with the support that he still needed. And Gabriel was still getting used to the idea of having guys around that could actually stand him instead of rolling their eyes as his behavior and treating him like a human punching bag.

All and all, Gabriel figured that he had it pretty good here so far. So he couldn't for the life of him imagine why he had put such effort into avoiding the one thing that actually helped to give his life some sort of meaning. It was the one thing that he was good at all on his own. Even if he had been forced into it, he hadn't been completely honest with Chandra about how he felt about the craft. It calmed him, made him feel balanced in a way that he wasn't most of the time especially now that his ability had started to try and claim him, and he couldn't help but appreciate the fluid and elegant mechanics. There were few things that really worked so cleanly, that needed to have everything so perfectly in place in order to function, that even the smallest problem could render a piece unless.

And that was why he was currently getting dressed and slipping out of his room in the Sanctuary For All to attend to his shop like he should have been the whole time. It took him nearly ten minutes to get across town, sparing a glance at a rather large and official looking building that was on his way that he was sure hadn't been there before. Curious. He'd have to go and explore it later.

Unlocking the door to the shop, Gabriel slipped inside and over to his work desk, exhaling with a quiet relief as he picked up his glasses and slipped him on his face. He'd flailed uselessly around the room trying to find them. He was just glad that he always kept a spare set handy. Now. To work. First he had to figure out exactly which one of them was in the worst repair.

[ooc: go, go gabriel glitch!]

2; [VISUAL // LOCATION: NEST] a hunting we will go

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Just because one can finally go out in the daylight doesn't mean one immediately swaps out on the night shift. So this is Eric, walking about in the Taxon evening. He's not deliberately broadcasting, and doesn't notice the tablet turning on. Instead, he's busy scoping out various buildings in the vicinity of Fangtasia.

He wouldn't say it out loud to anyone, but damned if he's going to let his maker reside in the bar's basement. Luckily, the area where Fangtasia is more suburban than anything, and it seems to be mostly ranch-style homes.

And then he finds it. He walks around the exterior, examining it, and finally nods in satisfaction. He goes to grab his tablet to call to Godric and Pam, only to see it's been on the whole time.

He arches an eyebrow, then shrugs. "...Hm. I suppose it's to be expected." He smirks, continues. "Godric, Pam. I do believe I've found more suitable lodgings."


{ooc: EXTERIOR; LIVING ROOM; KITCHEN; GARAGE; BEDROOM 1; BEDROOM 2; BEDROOM 3; BEDROOM 4. All bedrooms are in basement, coincidentally enough. Hence the no windows.

And Eric totes called dibs on Bedroom 2, so. Yes.}

003: [Holo/Location: Merlotte's] This ain't a public request, bitches.

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If you could smell through the Tablets, then damn you'd be smellin' some mighty fine burgers right about now.  Unknowingly, at first, to Lafayette, the Tablet turns on while he's frying food in the kitchen of Merlotte's.  Not that the bar's particularly full of people who have more than half a brain lodged in their heads.  But nonetheless, Lafayette seems to be in rather good spirits.  He's doing a little shoulder jig as he cooks.

When he finally notices he's being broadcast, he gives the Tablet a dramatic rolling of black-lined eyes.  Well, when you got it, flaunt it, says this eye-rolling.  Camera, set, action.

"Well, since I gots yo' attention," he says, leaning on the back of his leg and giving a little twirl of the spatula.  This is Lafayette at his finest, for those who know him.  Lafayette doing what he can to grasp some sense of what was, for those who know him a little too well.  "Sookie di'nt bring this mo'fuckin' bar just to have it's sexy ass cooks servin' meat to a bunch of zombie folk who don't know no good food if they rubbed they blank faces in it.  Might as well be servin' to a bunch of blow up dolls."

There's a high-pitched squeal of disapproval in the background, to which Lafayette clearly disregards.

"We gots good food, good beer, and all the mm, sex-on-legs service you can handle.  I isn't just talkin' about me, now.  Get yo' asses up in this place. We ain't servin' up that futuristic hatches bullshit."