01: Arrival [Holo]

[notjustthegeek.livejournal.com]

This was bad. This was all sorts of bad that Henry didn't have time to think about. Not with the Cabal's clones running around the place trying to kill them all. Not with the EM shield down and who the hell knows what happening out there.
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There were a lot of weird things in Henry's life. The entire Sanctuary and everything they dealt with day to day was enough to send most people over the edge. But being in the basement of the Sanctuary one minute and standing on a platform in the middle of room that reminded him a bit too much of the Cabal facilities? That wasn't good.

"What the hell?" He whipped around, hand going for the gun at the back of his belt. "Doctor Magnus? Big Guy? You're here, right?"

The EM shield had been back up. He knew the EM shield had been up, he'd seen it go up himself. There was no way he could have been teleported out of here, not without dying.

Only once he was sure he was alone did he lower it again. Henry looked at the bracelet attached to his wrist, trying to unlatch it as he stepped off the platform. "This gets better and better," he muttered, eyes glancing across the tablet that sat next to him. At least it could have some information, or he hoped. Henry tapped at the screen, trying to pull up locations as he moved toward the door. He saw something as he looked over the map. Two buildings labeled Sanctuary, one the one he was in and one nearby. "Hunh. What are the chances of that?"

At least it was a place to start looking for answers.

oo1 → only then do i understand that there they do not know me [holo]

[ipseite]

With the end of the war in Daresia, the uneasy tension that's marked Petra's life since Sir Tynian came seeking his five thousand knights has begun to ease. She expects her husband's return - she hopes for it, she can admit to herself if not her daughters, still uncertain of his fate - within the month, and while she waits with progressively less patience there's still plenty to keep her from idleness.

...idleness that she prefers over this interminable dinner party. It wouldn't be so tiresome if Marpesia had a civil tongue (or, indeed, a civil bone in her body), and when they begin dispersing toward the parlor she moves discreetly away from her sister-in-law's side to engage their hostess-

-only to find herself, abruptly, somewhere else entirely. She stumbles, startled, and nearly loses her footing in the folds of her own gown before she steadies, shocked to silence.

"...hello?" she tries, after it becomes obvious that even if this is some form of total madness and hallucination it's not going away. Pinching herself didn't work, but this is so far beyond her understanding that she's not even sure how to respond.

(Petra's accent, for those paying attention and familiar with Europe, sounds sort of like what might happen if you blended the south of France and the British royal family. Vocally.)

Give her a minute, she might start screaming.

ix [ location: uss enterprise ] / [ visual ] lost track of time.

[tiberiuskirk.livejournal.com]

"Five days," came the baffled commentary from the correct, un-glitched version of the captain who'd spent the past five days as a girl. "How the hell did I miss five days?"

Waking up on the couch in his ready room was odd enough, as he hadn't slept on the ship in months and had made a point not to, being that he was ordered by Bones not to do so. It was even stranger, being that he remembered leaving the ship for the Sanctuary For All the night before...only it wasn't the night before, it was five nights before. If the dates didn't clash, he might be inclined to believe he fell asleep here after working, as he'd been digging deep into transporter theory lately, and had just imagined leaving, but it didn't add up.

Irritated, the captain groaned, leaning his elbows on his desk and dropping his head into his hands to rub at his eyes. He had a sinking feeling that this was Taxon messing with him somehow. Kirk had been here long enough to have witnessed the sort of shenanigans that went on against peoples' wills and had even experienced a few himself; but he'd always remembered them. So, if something was going on...why couldn't he remember?

He wasn't going to pretend he understood why things happened like this in Taxon. If he did, he'd have answers for this lapse in memory, why they were here, how to get out, and why some people left and others didn't. For now, he'd just have to settle for making note of this in the Captain's Logs he'd been keeping up with -- that were, of course, non-existent for the five days he was missing -- as yet another reason to be uncooperative should their captors ever show their faces.


[ OOC → my in-laws will be in town tomorrow much to my great irritation and are staying through the weekend, so going ahead and ending his glitch now, just to be on the safe side since i don't know how afk i'll be. will still be back tagging on the original glitch post, though. :) ]

011. [ location: nearest bar to you ]

[gating-across.livejournal.com]

Sheppard had enough of Taxon screwing with all of them. Bringing people, places from home, then taking them away. He had seen people disappear and never return. He'd seen it happen a lot in Afghanistan, in the Pegasus Galaxy, now here. At least he had the solace that Tyler hadn't been taken by the Wraith and fed on.

At least there weren't any Wraith in Taxon. Or Ori. Or Gao'uld. Or whatever evil alien race that wanted to destroy them this time.

So, he made his way to the nearest bar and made his order. Tonight he didn't want to think about anything except getting shitfaced.

[location/visual: the training room behind the Magic Box]

[erudite-watcher.livejournal.com]

Anyone turning on their tablet or walking into the training room would see Giles, his sleeves rolled up and tie discarded, fighting the air viciously with his favorite sword.  It's not his usual calm and controlled fencing, as evidenced by the newly decapitated straw man, whose head is now lolling on the floor in a way that would make Xander pout if he was here. But he's not here.  Xander's gone and he hasn't spoken to Faith in weeks out of a combination of cowardice and taying to do the right thing.  And now to top it all off Ethan Rayne is in Taxon.

"Bloody sodding hell," he muttered as he thrust, narrowly missing one handle of the exercise bike.

[Location: Streets of Taxon] Enter witty title here

[slasher-slayer.livejournal.com]

As much as Cassie enjoyed Godric and to a teeny, tiny, lesser extent, Eric's company, she needed to get out of the house. It was times like these that she missed the Deadmobile. She made the excuse that she was going for a walk, when, in reality, she was going to go look for Pooch. She hadn't seen that dog for at least three weeks and she was worried. Not that she liked the lowbeast, but...okay, maybe she liked him a little. Aside from his telling people things that she didn't want them to know, he was an alright roommate. With a chocolate tootsie roll pop in hand, Cassie left the house, knowing that the vampires were going to lay down soon, and wouldn't miss her, at least until sundown, if at all.

Cassie wandered the city, tootsie roll pop settled between her cheek and her teeth, hands stuffed in her pockets. The first few days after harboring the vampires, she'd stayed inside. Best to just stay out of the way, keep quiet, and don't arouse any suspicion. Cassie wasn't guilty of anything, not really. And it's not like the city of Taxon had a set list of rules and regulations. So she was innocent. Basically.

So here she was, just going for a walk. Nothing dastardly or questionable. Nope. Just looking for her dog. That she totally doesn't miss, by the way.

007. [VISUAL]

[gotaplan.livejournal.com]

When Sam wakes up, he doesn't remember where he is at first. Or how he got there, even.

All he knows is that he's wearing clothes he can't picture putting on in the first place, and there's something in his mouth - a bad taste, almost like he woke up with a mouthful of blood. But barring the metallic aftertaste, there's a sickening feeling, something he can't shake as easily, and his stomach starts to sink as the memories flood back in a rush.

"Oh, God - Dean?"

And then, moments later: "Mom?"

Please let them be alright, please, please, that thing can't have gotten near them, please, no.