eleventh; [visual]; ohshi--

[notcursed.livejournal.com]

Toby is seriously right about to turn on his tablet when it happens. He barely notices at first; he feels a little woozy, but while he's paying attention to what he's doing he doesn't exactly notice the change in height. Or hair. Or... well, give him a break, he's focused.

Until he hears his own voice, at least.

"Hey, can someone --"

He almost drops the thing, putting a hand over his mouth and then actually looking down at himself -- holy shit. No, no. This seriously could not be happening right now. What the hell, Taxon.

"Oh God."

005 [Visual///Sunnydale beach]

[ladyofice.livejournal.com]

Hello there Taxon; Arabella hasn't been around a lot lately because the mun fails like a epic failing thing but she's back now; currently she's standing in her favourite haunt- the beach. Just watching the waves quietly lashing the shore and contemplating her current life with tender eyes...

While getting rained on; just a bit.

After a few seconds she glances up at the sky and sighs happily- obviously the rain is not a problem for her; one of the good things about basically being able to control water "...It's almost odd that I've missed this."

Yes, she is aware that her tablet is on- for once.

002: [Visual] [Location: Central] Batman on the move.

[whoiamundrneath.livejournal.com]

After having spent plenty of time in Wayne Manor, being almost happy to have his home back in spite of the circumstances, Bruce finally ventured out into Taxon again. One or two walks around the area aside, since the extremely odd night with the gigantic green man, he hadn't made any great strides to explore. Probably rightly so.

The Batcave readouts hadn't given him anything new. They were in a cave, he'd already been told that. There was no way out, he'd already been told that too. Sure, he could try and chip through the roof of this place, and he was almost interested to see what'd happen if he did. But he knew it wasn't going to happen.

So all that was left was to leave, and try to get used to his new surroundings until he found something better.

Bruce just wished he didn't feel like an idiot venturing out into the place he'd been so easily kidnapped into. In his own home. Before he could even blink. Yes, he wasn't the only one who it'd happen to, but that didn't change the fact that he hadn't even seen the people who'd captured him.

Trying to curb the hurt ego while he walked, since he knew he should be better than that, wound up being a trade off. After that was gone, he was left just feeling awkward. He'd play it better if he ran into someone, but with no one in sight for now, Bruce didn't bother hiding it.

After all, Bruce Wayne didn't have his popularity and wealth to back him, no influence to cause doors to open and the forced citizens of Taxon to go free. Batman likely couldn't make a door no matter how hard he tried, there was no one to track down and threaten, no application of strength or cunning would bring about any answers.

So exactly who was he supposed to be?

He'd have to make it up as he went along. Bruce wasn't incapable of it. But the not knowing until then bothered him just the same.

[Location: The nest. Locked to Eric.]

[sookiestckhouse.livejournal.com]

Sookie is wrapped up in a large, fluffy robe when she pads barefoot down to the kitchen. The door to the guest bedroom that has loosely become hers is left slightly ajar, and the covers on the enormous bed are rumpled, to say the least. She's been tossing and turning in her sleep, plagued, once again, by a deeply erotic dream concerning one of the nest's other inhabitants.

Even awake, she can still feel lips and fangs on her throat; at the phantom sensation, a shiver runs down her spine. The tiled floor of the kitchen is cool underfoot, and things are quiet. It's almost surreal and dreamlike, the stillness and not being in her own home. She crosses to the hatch and presses her hand to it.

"I'd like a long, tall drink of water, please," she requests, and sips it gratefully. Tendrils of cool spread out into her body and Sookie sighs deeply, leaning back against the counter.

Perhaps, she thinks, she'll talk to Godric and see if there's any way to stop these dreams. She doesn't like feeling this turned inside out -- it's only her self-control and self-respect that have kept her from locating Eric's room in the basement (he'd offered her a personal tour, after all) and...

And.

She blows out her breath, muttering, "Fudge," to herself.