003 ;; [ VISUAL ] revelations are never what they seem

[notthatnormal.livejournal.com]

((Also [ location: sanctuary (for all) ], this is also an accidental visual))

Ashley couldn't remember the last time that she'd had a good nights sleep, so when she woke up that morning she actually felt tireder than usual. After failing to go back to sleep to shake off the feeling, she pulled herself out of bed. Something though, didn't feel right. There were things in her room that looked out of place, like James for one; Ashley thought that she'd lost him years ago, but it wasn't just her room it was her. And that feeling was growing stronger. Meeting people, making chocolate chip waffles and... Druitt.

"Mom!" In a place this big she didn't usually hear, but on that one occasion that her mother was passing, she would take that chance. Still in her pyjamas, Ashley left her room in search of her mother; not best pleased either.

[voice] Anybody out there?

[abigailsciuto.livejournal.com]

[Since her arrival, Abby had met a few people, but hadn't really come to trust anyone. She wasn't sure if she wanted to reveal the location of her lab just yet, so she disabled the visual function for today. She had been working for hours, just making busy-work for herself. After awhile, she grew frustrated. This was pointless. There wasn't any reason to go over old cases, and there wasn't anything she could find as a means to get out of her. Abby was bored, upset, and alone. She flicked on her tablet and made sure it was only on the 'voice' function before speaking.]

Anyone else get the feeling that this is the kind of place that people just bore themselves to death?

EXP. 2: [visual] & [location: the bishop lab] blinded by science

[irskeptical.livejournal.com]

As it turned out, things were laid out pretty simply on the cell-tablet contraptions. Since arriving there, Peter had gone through the modes, the functions, and mapped out for himself each of the specks that were supposed to mean important landmarks or whatever. The only thing he hadn't done - was use a 'hatch' to create himself something. It hadn't taken him longer than a second to come to this conclusion. Objects? They weren't just supposed to materialize out of the air, or some machine, whenever you wanted them. This not only seemed to fall into the realm of 'too good to be true' but also 'suspicious in being so'. Therefore, the younger Bishop had left off all hatching of items, determined to rough out what ( small, preferably ) amount of time he spent here.

What had helped most in this endeavor was the discovery of his especial little dot being his father's lab. Just like he left it. Peter had even strolled inside and caught himself starting to shout out to Walter. Calling out his father on his failure of a dimension-device would've been a relief at this point. One he would have to forego.

So, after a brief inventory of things around the lab, he'd stripped off his heavy coat and strewn it over a desk chair, deciding to get to work. The tablet was propped up against a spare microscope nearby, positioned so that it would pick him up whenever he was sitting at his workstation. In full view nearby, the device he'd appeared in Sanctuary with.

Peter could be heard fiddling and clanking with odds and ends in various other spots of the immensely cluttered lab before he hooked the chair with his foot and slid into the spot. He had several instruments in his hand and goggles sitting in preparation around his neck. But first things first.

Sitting down, he pulled the dialing device closer and clicked on another machine nearby. It had a meter going on the front, measuring what appeared to be similar to sound waves, if not exactly that. The small lines of fluctuation interpretation maintained a fairly straight line so far. So Peter turned away from that and gripped the smaller device tight. He wrote something down then flicked the device's dial back several switches.

The meter reacted just slightly, a couple of the lines shooting up and a buzzing noise like static emanating from the machine before it fizzled out just as fast. Peter breathed out heavily. "Because that would've been too easy..."

[ooc: this is probably a little closer to when he arrived, just because I went a bit slow with it.]

006. [ voice & location: sanctuary for all ] and you give yourself away, with or without you.

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It was rare for Helen Magnus to actually fall asleep. As Will had so brilliantly put it: she kept an eye on the ranch. Fatigue did catch up to the Victorian woman eventually. It led her falling asleep on the couch in her office. Merely a cat nap. Perhaps it would have been longer if it the dreams she had were truly happy ones.

( cut for tl;dr/spoilers. warning: may induce heartbreak. )

Letting out a sob, Helen finally crumbled. She went down to her knees and leaned backwards, feeling the last of her grips on her emotions break. In that moment the strong woman that so many people knew and admired was no longer there. Just the broken woman who had lived far too long. And completely unaware her sobs could be vaguely heard over the tablet across the room.

[ooc; canon bump ]