015 [Accidental Visual/Location: Vacant street in Wilde] Moment of weakness.

[islegendary.livejournal.com]

He did promise Daniel he'd find Vala. Which he is doing. He gives her credit for being good at eluding him, not that he'll admit that one. Still... he knows he'll find her.

Jack headed down a deserted street on his way to the next on his list of places to check. He almost hates to admit it but, finding her is a welcome distraction from... this. He slowed his pace and glanced up at the unchanging sky. He'd been holed up for awhile now, he's not sure what it is that bugs him this most about the place. The fact he's stuck here or the fact he's getting used to it.

It's then a thought strikes him and he slumps against the nearest wall. Unknowingly activating the [visual] function.

He muttered to himself, "Dammit..." His arms folded over his knees and his head went down between them. A louder curse comes out a moment later. A muffled sound of what could be a whispered apology, very hard to make out when he's talking to his knees.

A few deep breaths later he gets back to his feet. Hat pulled down low, he continued like nothing happened.

[holo] Arrival post

[caringhand.livejournal.com]

Penny's arms were still curved to hold the laundry basket that had disappeared the moment she stepped into the Coin Wash, and it was with a jolt that she stumbled forward.  She did her best to ignore the sense of vertigo as she looked down at her empty arms, eyebrows crooking in earnest confusion at the empty space.  “Um.  What?” she asked out of sheer reflex, because she suddenly was very much not where she had been before. Belatedly and a bit dumbly, she relaxed her arms and spun in a half-circle, trying to gather her bearings.  “Hello?  Hey, where am I?”  Silence.  What had she expected, a grinning madman to pop out of the metallic walls and tell her she was on Candid Camera?

A room.  Well, that much was obvious, at least.  But -where-?  And how had she gotten there?

“Don't panic, Penny.  You're just in a .. strange room.  And your laundry is gone,” she muttered to herself and rubbed her wrist, jolting a little again in surprise as her fingers bumped against the bracelet, and her eyebrows knit again in concern.  “You'd think I'd remember having that done.”

A bit awkwardly, she inspected the bracelet, before she pressed her hand firmly against her mouth, biting her lower lip.  Well, she was here, but how did she get -out?-  “Maybe this..” She looked around again to verify that the place was still empty before cautiously picking up the tablet on the pedestal next to her.  Some kind of phone, maybe?  No, more complicated than that.  “I probably shouldn't just take it, but there's no..”

She shut her eyes and exhaled a low sigh, shaking her head to clear it.  She'd tackle obstacles as she came to them; the most important thing right then was figuring out where she was.  Tablet in hand, she cast another cursory glance around the empty chamber before zeroing in on the steps descending from the platform.  “Well,” she whispered, “might as well,” and inhaling another deep breath as if to steel her nerves, she took the steps out into the Sanctuary, knuckles white with the force of her grip on the Tablet at her side as she entered the Sanctuary.

008: [visual] Just a dash of sugar, maybe a bit of soy sauce?

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Melted chocolate, Taxon people! This is what they will be seeing if they are to look into their tablets right now. That - plus nuts, sugar, a bit of flour, cinnamon and - soy sauce. Which she isn't pouring into what looks like a mixture in a bowl.

Yet.

Cordelia notices that her tablet is broadcasting her activities to the rest of the world, and she doesn't care. She has to be busy with something, because being busy prevents her from thinking - and thinking isn't something she needs to do now.

"If anyone wants something sweet to eat? I'm baking brownies," she says to the tablet, her tone flat. And then Cordelia adds softly, almost as if an afterthought, "I'm working on that assignment of mine, okay? Nothing's coming to me yet, but it will. I swear it will." Vague. Vague is good, and this part should only make sense to and can only be deciphered by... say, Buffy, and probably by anyone else who knows that she has an 'assignment'. Or, at least, that's how Cordelia thought it sounded like.

So this isn't only an invitation to taste her totally awesome cooking, it's also a progress report of some sort.

EXP. 1: [holo/arrival]

[irskeptical.livejournal.com]

Peter arrived on scene in enough time to see that Olivia's bullets just weren't doing the thing. What was left of Jones was heading right for the shimmering window in front of him and then he'd be gone, out of their grasp. It'd be getting exactly what he wanted. And that was something Peter didn't feel like letting him have so easily.

With the device from his father clutched in his hand, he dashed a couple more steps forward, thrust out an arm, and clicked the dial. The window shimmered and began to collapse. Quite efficiently, it closed through Jones, leaving one half of him in the destination and the other… sliding to the ground here. Peter began to straighten, casting Olivia a look of relief.

Then a great blast of light emanated from the previously torn space, causing Peter to throw his arms up to protect his face even though he was also instantly blinded anyway. In another second, it was like an actual force had blown out from the alternate reality because Peter flew back like he'd been hit with something. His back slammed into a hard surface… that didn't feel as much like a tree as he thought it should.

The light began to fade from Peter's rapidly blinking eyes and he put out one hand to steady himself and push away from the newly formed wall. Since the whole room itself was white, it was briefly difficult to tell if his vision was actually back. But soon enough it was all too apparent that he wasn’t where he last left himself.

Peter took one look around and then glanced down at the device in his hand.

"Walter, dammit, you said it would close it, not send me somewhere!"

Closer inspection showed him that his wrist was tagged and there was another device on a pedestal nearby. "It’s not like this would be important to mention or anything." Despite the grumbling, all that heavy beating in Peter's heart was concern. Concern for Olivia. Concern for his father. Walter could still barely put on his own clothes in the morning sometimes. Never mind those days when it was a conscious decision not to.

Well. Olivia would figure this out. The lady'd gotten her own self out of her own kidnapping experience. No sweat. Besides, Peter'd been through these motions before. The best thing to do was get a grip of the situation. So, he explored. The first thing that warranted examination, besides the odd construction of the walls, was this other phone-like device. After comparing the two techs for any similarities, Peter pocketed his father's device. He then pressed a couple of buttons on the tablet to see if anything would happen.

"Hello, hello," he said into the screen, "Ten-four, good buddy."