x03 [voice]

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((Backdated to about a day, maybe less, after slasher!Cassie's mess))

I do hope you realize, dear, that you will not be getting away with this little stunt of yours. [for a moment, his voice rasps, and then he scoffs, sounding disgusted] You've made quite the mistake.

I will not forget this.

001 ✖ [HOLO : arrival] Rude interruption doesn't even cover half of it.

[coctionem.livejournal.com]

Seth had gotten out of that room he managed to find himself in somehow and out into the hall way of some place that looked nothing like anything he'd seen except for in a movie or something. That was sort of odd. This would probably be about where he'd question if he was dead or not but all things considering... it was time for another cigarette. Thinking required, eh... stuff he didn't have right now.

Alright... so... still really weirded out. A slender smoke was pulled out from a slim metal tin. He struck a match and lit the end and then crushed the tiny stick of wood and let it drop carelessly. Shade covered eyes stared at nothing in particular because he wasn't entirely sure what to make of it all yet. The demon was disturbed to say the least; a little rattled. He looked like he'd just come out of war which... he did. Not just any war either, we're talking big end all war. Big end all, fucking apocalypse. Yeah. That.

He, a demon, had just none to long ago been granted divine power by God, by GOD, sided by Gabriel and Saint Michael and now here he was somewhere not where he was before with no idea what the fuck was going on. He was so close. He smelled of it. More than just that hint of sulfur his body always carried. He smelled like blood, like bone, like ice and fire, like sand and dirt, like disease and decay. He smelled like the end if you could smell such a thing. Smelled like Heaven and Hell had collided because they did and the emotions, the thoughts, the horror that was tucked away in the back of his mind was probably something anyone near by could pick up if they had the ability to. A lot of conflict and a lot of chaos that was nearly unfathomable and impossible to sort. He sure couldn't sort it. He just sort of stood there after exiting that room and... stared at stuff. Now he didn't really know, well he didn't really know anything actually (everything he just had been involved in was gone) and the longer he had to settle the more obvious his exhaustion was becoming.

Bummer. He could probably pass out right now. Wasn't there something about... where was he going with that? Uh.. he didn't know. Huh. Well... whatever.

Wall. Was good for leaning. Take a breath and inhale that smoke. Messy faux-red hair was covered in ash and left marks on the wall where they brushed against. He didn't really care nor notice at the current time. He didn't much care or notice about the suit he wore and how it was filthy. He didn't much care or notice anything other than his cigarette between his lips and people were walking around and that was where he snapped back to reality as some would call it. Woah. Right. People. Oh hey, peoplepeople. People were good. He kind of liked people sometimes. People were go- wow, hey actually it was really kind of fantastic to see people just sort of walking and not, you know, falling in to pits of fire and the ground shook and split and crumbled; screaming in agonizing pain as horrifying unexplained diseases tore away their skin and... so on and so forth.

"Mmk... So," the ashy voice spoke after clearing his throat a little. There were people around. Someone might answer him maybe. Start with the basics and shit. "The fuck am I?"

[location: Fangtasia or thereabouts] Some unholy war

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At some indefinite time, not so very long after this, the raiding-party-meets-angry-mob (comprised of Buffy, Angel, Spike, Dean & Xander) is approximately a street away from Fangtasia (where vigilant tablet observation has determined that Eric is situated currently).

Xander has his equipment in hand. ...his welding equipment, don't laugh, whilst the others are similarly burdened, except with unsafe quantities of petrol for wall-dousing and also a great many magically enhanced Molotov cocktails, courtesy of the Research-Mode crew- who might also be doubling as the emergency medical assistance crew later on.

At a reasonable distance from the vampire bar, Buffy stops everyone for a last-minute recap.

"So we're all good with the plan, right?"


[ooc: WE CAN HAS PLOT?]

I [ HOLO ] - ARRIVAL.

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The scream had been strangled in his throat as he felt his life slipping away, but just as suddenly as that had started, it stopped, leaving Adam whole and complete and totally alone. Giving himself a quick, relieved pat down to make sure that everything was intact, it took him awhile to actually take in his surroundings. Anywhere that wasn't that hospital room was fine by him, but this... Well, it wasn't exactly standard issue. And even more puzzling, he didn't see Hiro anywhere. And he'd be the only one that could have possibly gotten him out of that situation.

"Carp," Adam started, furrowing his brow as he looked about the room. "Don't think that just because you saved me this makes anything at all square between us. You still ruined my life and then stuck me in a box."

And from the looks of it, stuck him in another one. There were doors, but they looked rather firmly shut. And there was air, but where it was coming from, he was hard-pressed to say. But from the looks of it, he was trapped here until he found a way to open those doors in front of him. Brilliant.

"And then you go and stick me in another cage. Just because I tried to leg it. Little Japanese Hypocrite. It's hardly like you've never gone back on your word."

005. [visual/location: sanctuary for all] do what you do just keep on laughing.

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The main kitchen for Helen Magnus's Sanctuary was certainly a mess. Not as bad as it could have been, but cooking breakfast for over a dozen people was certainly a messy thing. The tablet had been set to the side, out of the way, but far enough so that any on looker could see the brunette doctor move about the kitchen. They could also see a blond five year old sitting at the counter of the island, stirring batter. It looked like a completely normal scene - which was perhaps why it was so abnormal to see.

Helen opened the large waffle maker and began to poor some of the already prepared batter in it, complete with chocolate chips. Soon the smell would be filling the main section of the Sanctuary, where most of the residents stayed already. She looked over her shoulder, flicking her hair so that she could keep an eye on her daughter. It was still odd that Ashley had somehow reverted to being a child again. But Helen was not going to complain. She found it as an opportunity that shouldn't be passed up.

She instead reached over to the tablet and placed a message to John. Hopefully he would at least notice the tablet bleeping in an annoying bloody manner and see the sight that was going on. John should be apart of this and get to know Ashley. Maybe it would help. Or maybe James Watson was right and Helen hoped for the best too much.

"Ashley." Helen looked back at her daughter. "Be careful not to fall off the stool."

[ ooc; backdated to after this thread. Ashley child glitch is still going.

Everyone in the Sanctuary and the respected casts of residents (aka the Trek Crew, Heroes Crew, and anyone else mingling about) are free to come over for breakfast! Or feel free to just bug Helen over the tablet. Ashley might be coming in and starting a secondary thread with your character. ♥ ]

[location: the nest] | [voice: locked to eric] got love to kill for my man of steel

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Pam moves from sleep to wakefulness in the blink of an eye; movement and tension filling a body that for all intents and purposes, seemed dead moments before. Isn't vampirism fun, kids?

She takes a moment to process all the new information settling into place-- Sam Merlotte's debt, Eric's ridiculous fascination with the miniature humans, the trouble with the maenad-- before sitting up and grabbing her tablet.

"Vi måste prata." And Eric? Her tone makes it clear this is one... somewhat presumptuous statement you probably don't want to argue with.

[ooc: I HATE LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIFE backdated to before the burning, after the nomming. Pam's been canon bumped, and the Swedish is a hideous approximation of 'We need to talk'. ZEE GODRIC CAN WANDER IN IF YOU LIKE.]

01 >> Arrival [Holo]

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This was not her home. She glanced up, squinting into the silver ring above her. "What the hell.. ?" It had been a very long time since something had surprised her, and this particular surprise was unpleasant at best. She'd had a lot of time to differentiate between dreams and reality, but if she hadn't she'd have sworn this was a dream. It was too surreal, even for her, to be anything different.

With a hiss her hand came to slap on her wrist. There was a bit of metal there fused to her skin. It looked like silver but seeing as how she wasn't writhing in agony it couldn't have been the real thing. It weighed like a brand, like the bonds her keepers used to use on her to ensure she wouldn't escape. To keep her from--

She shook her head. "Pull it together, Queenie," she muttered to herself, glancing around. "Being disoriented is no excuse for being stupid."

There was a small tablet on a table nearby. She took a few cautious, measured steps towards it, lifting it lightly from where it rested, turning it over in her hands before narrowing her eyes. She wasn't as up to date with technology as some in her society were, but Sophie-Ann was fairly sure that this was a significant step above what modern humans could pull off. Or vampires for that matter.

Pressing a button experimentally, it was only years of keeping a well-trained grip on her nerves that kept her from jumping back as a small map appeared to project itself above the tablet. There were several small moving dots throughout it, several bearing names she didn't recognize.

Some names, however, were all too familiar. She smiled, flipping the tablet closed and tucking it carefully at her side. "At least we're not alone here. It looks like I'll be in good company."

[Holo] Arrival

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Christine walked back and forth between the supply cabinet and the crate she was working on. It was a boring day and she was doing a monotonous job: restocking. Her soft-soled boots were quiet as she moved, the only sound in the area was her soft humming and the clink of the glass vials as she placed them in their respective holders.

Doing this part of her job was easy. The shelves had been set up according to Starfleet regulation and she knew the filing system blindfolded. So, of course her mind was anywhere but on her current job. As she hummed and stocked, she thought about the party that was going on after shift tonight. Uhura and Sulu had told her about it. It was to start at one of the random bars outside of the Academy and end up...wherever. It promised to be a fun night, really.

Turning, her head down as she finished the tune, she took a step before something happened. Everything seemed to shift and for a split second she felt dizzy. Looking up, she noticed she wasn't in the medical bay of the Enterprise any longer. Confusion lined her features as she stood, frozen, trying to get her bearings.

“Alright, Scotty. If this is some kinda joke it isn't funny,” she finally managed, the smile on her face returning.

She waited a few seconds and nothing happened. “Scotty? Guys? Someone...? This isn't funny!” She was more determined now, but still nothing.

Frowning, she looked down at her uniform, her hands brushing against the front of the blue science officer's dress. Everything seemed to be intact...her fingers traced the silver bracelet around her wrist. That was new. Inhaling deeply, she looked up again. She felt fine, so her curiosity got the better of her and she hopped off the platform she was on. Immediately, she noticed the tablet on the pedestal. Picking it up, she smiled.

“Hey...uhm...hello?” she started, biting her bottom lip as she tried to figure out what to say. She could read the controls, so they must be able to understand her some how. “Is anyone there?”

Okay, so maybe not such a great way to get someone's attention, but Christine was a science officer, not on a trained search and rescue unit. The total randomness of this got to her and she started giggling as she went back to looking around, waiting for a response or for her to figure a way out of here.

001: Lab Specimens [Holo]

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“I had a dream about the hanged man.” Without opening her eyes, Drusilla stepped off the platform. She didn’t need to peep out in order to see. She could smell it from here. The change in the air, the sickening metal tang of the machines, the whispers of the false stars. It wasn’t right. “Is he upside down, or did he miss the world turning around him?”

She had missed it. Too caught up in the Slayer and her battles to remember to fight her own. No wonder it had been so hard for Daddy – no, not Daddy … the other one – to free himself from her. No wonder she’d been able to take the edge off Spike’s beautiful wickedness. Buffy Summers had made a web for them all, without even realising that she was weaving. It had been foolish of Drusilla to get so close, but the Slayer had taken her in and tended her – like a mouse pulling a thorn from a lion’s paw – and there had been nowhere else to go. She’d needed someone to take care of her after the tin soldiers had finished their work, and she and Buffy had been tied together a long time ago, whether the Slayer had seen it or not.

( “We’re going to miss all the fireworks.” )