002 [location: the bronze | isn't she pretty in pink?]

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Pam spent a couple days in hiding, crying mostly. Some how, some WAY? A building identical to Dunder Mifflin was suddenly located just around the corner from where she'd finally set up house. She hadn't been able to stop herself from going inside. Sheer curiousity and the ridiculous hope that maybe everything (and everyone) might actually be in there had pushed her into the building. Oddly enough, everything had been inside. But the place had been empty of people.

She'd crouched over her desk at receptionist, as if any minute someone would walk inside and catch her. Then, after putting it off for what felt like hours, she inched her way over to Jim's desk. And, oh, everything was there. From the yogurt lid medals to a silly picture she'd drawn on a post-it note and stuck to his computer. It was at this point that she'd bolted out and hid for days. It could've been weeks for all she knew.

When she finally emerged from her hiding place, she wandered around the city in a zombie-like state until she found a place that seemed dark enough for her mood. Sure, to someone who was familiar with The Bronze, it might not come across as such, but Pam felt it fit just fine.

Soon enough, she was hunched over the bar, drink in one hand while she rubbed at her eyes with the other. She totally wasn't crying again.

[[ooc: have depressed!pam. she'll pretty much talk to anyone at this point. loose lips, baby. loose lips.]]

[accidental visual][location: NCIS forensics lab] We do these things. For science.

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It wasn't every day that one handled blood that was this dangerous. Sure, Abby knew how to take universal precautions for disease or anything hinky that might come from direct contact with another person's blood, but this was a step up from all that. At least.

She had kept herself busy, running every test she could imagine on Bruce's blood. He'd been nice enough to give it to her, and she didn't plan to put that good faith to waste. She'd located some of the anomalies, but had not, as of yet, detected how to reverse them. Abby was determined though. She pressed a button on her computer and pulled up a magnified image of his blood cells. She sat at her chair and leaned back, just staring at the image for a few moments.

Eventually, she let out a frustrated sigh and reached for her tablet. Maybe she should call Bruce. Tell him that she wasn't finding anything that he didn't already know. Too bad her tablet wasn't in her pocket. Abby turned her head frantically until she saw it on a nearby table. She pushed away from her chair and walked over to it, realizing she was accidentally broadcasting a pretty decent shot of the magnified blood cells.

"Whoops."

ii [ location: hyperion hotel ] / [ accidental visual ].

[undoing.livejournal.com]

The vampire known as Angel woke up with a clamor, toppling out of his bed within his room at the Hyperion Hotel and onto the floor beside it. He laid there for a moment, unaware of the tablet on the bedside table recording his actions, too transfixed on the ceiling to care. Was that the same ceiling he'd fallen asleep to the night before? Perhaps. Maybe. He had a hard time telling these days, what with his habit of falling asleep in beds that weren't his while his mind was clouded by whatever he'd been drinking in the hours before. Yet, there was something different about this ceiling, something too crisp, too clean, too white to be any of the usual dwellings of those he fell into bed with; it appeared far too high class...

This was the home of aristocracy or worse, nobility. Oh, curse him, he was in for it this time.

Scrambling, he got to his feet and rushed around the room, halting at the end of the bed as he edged towards the bedside table, finally spotting the tablet. He hesitated, reaching out several times and retracting his hand back as if he was certain the thing would jump up and bite him before he grasped it's edge and picked it up off the table.

"What in the name of the Almighty..." Those were spoken with an inflection Angel had lost years and years ago. Not sure what to make of the tablet, he set it back down, busying himself with poking at the other various objects in the room--

Until he caught sight of himself in the mirror.

A vampire of his world shouldn't have a reflection, but due to this particular glitch those in charge of Taxon had decided to bestow upon him, he did, for at the moment, Angel wasn't a vampire. Angel wasn't even Angel. He looked like the undead man he was supposed to be, but he was breathing and possessed a beating heart and a pulse and a reflection and the mind of someone he hadn't been in over two hundred years. And the fact that he didn't look like he was supposed to -- the hair was too short and too well-kept, the clothes were all wrong and the pants he had on were of a style he'd never seen before; turning around and glancing over his shoulder so he could see his back, he also noticed a tattoo...when the hell did he even get a tattoo?

Unfamiliar setting, unfamiliar clothes, a haircut and a tattoo he didn't remember getting... How much did he drink the night before? He couldn't remember. Not that it was common for him to remember. And even though he knew he should be getting the hell out of there (or so he thought), he couldn't help but stare at his reflection some more.

...and just when did he become this built? He was never in this good of shape.

( ooc: angel's liam glitch is a go! this glitch is very similar to the went-horribly-wrong spell in "spin the bottle," only angel's actually speaking with liam's irish accent and is human, in addition to possessing liam's mind instead of his own. essentially, he looks like angel, but sounds nothing and acts nothing like him and isn't a vampire anymore -- for the time being, of course. so, have fun with that. also, please forgive the badly written irish accent. :| )

028: [Holo] Dean and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

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It's been an overall crappy day for Dean.

He'd gone to sleep in Bobby's house, after spending the last few days at Mary's for Thanksgiving and such. He and Sam had wandered back at some point, having a few beers falling asleep on the couch instead of dragging their asses up to bed, and that probably works out for the better, considering the fact that when Dean wakes up, the house has vanished.

( cut for possible spoilers )

Dean's at the very near point of breaking down, which sucks immensely.

He manages to pull himself together enough to make his way to the Impala, which, thankfully, is still here. He doesn't get in, though, just stands there for a minute. In that minute, he realizes that his tablet is on, and has been recording him staring at the empty place where Bobby's house used to be. Snatching it off his wrist, he throws it as far as possible, making something of a wounded animal sound, and the tablet skids across the ground.

It lands in a position where viewers can still see Dean lean against his baby, fold his arms on the roof of the car and rests his forehead on his arms.

[ooc: sooo on top of Dean waking up with his little brother missing again, he's waking up canon bumped to episode 5x10, Abandon All Hope. Since he was at 5x03, a lot has happened since then, so it's a lot to take in at once. He's going to try to be macho about it, though. :/ ]

008 ¤ [ Location: North Speares | Voice ] Sweet dreams and flying machines in pieces on the ground

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Taxon was messing with their crew. Jim had recited that bitter blurb to him, but McCoy had shrugged it off as his best friend just being over dramatic, like how he got whenever it was time for a routine check-up or he reached for his hypospray. But it was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore this sentiment as time continued to dwindle on in this Godforsaken place; their numbers too.

It was also becoming difficult to ignore his Captain, who was now winded up tighter than a coil spring after Gaila had appeared to have been returned home and what with the dawn of the New Year fast approaching, he knew that his mood was only going to progressively become fouler in the cold, bitter weeks before January the fourth. And he had not spoken to Lieutenant Uhura since his glitch into his seventeen year old self, but he imagined that Spock had consoled her after the departure of her roommate at the Academy... in whatever way that green-blooded bastard could, anyway.

And now he discovered they were one number down again today. Nurse Chapel had not turned up in Sickbay like she usually did and McCoy had looked at the tablet to find out what was keeping her: but her location on the map was nonexistent, as was the science lab that had come with her, where he assumed she would be this morning. It had been wiped off the system, almost like she had never been here.

... Goddamn it.

He assumed she would be fine back on the Enterprise back home, instead of being stuck in Taxon and being subjected to glitches, but still – his frustrated reverie turned to his collection of drinks, but he decided that a swig of Georgia Moon or Mint Julep would just not help in consoling him today, so he decided to leave Sickbay and clear his head by walking around Taxon before he reported to Jim that a member of their crew had disappeared.

McCoy was not counting on their hosts to make sure the weather matched the time of year and snarled at the drop in temperature which the tablet, which was thrown disconsolately into his coat pocket before he left his post, rather helpfully managed to pick up:

"Make it snow, you alien bastards."

[Location: Central] How the Vulcan Stole Christmas

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There are a great many drawbacks to living in a city designed largely for humans, but Saval thinks the worst thing is the temperature. He's aware that there's nothing to be done about it, and he doesn't complain aloud, because whining about it would display an embarrassing lack of proper Vulcan stoicism, but he's extremely dismayed to realize that the last few months haven't been as chilly as it's going to get around here.

What Saval doesn't understand is why the sudden freezing cold is making the humans so excited. Nobody was going around exclaiming over the rain and blusteriness before now, as far as he noticed, but now that the temperature's dropped low enough to make it sleet, suddenly everyone's acting cheerful and talking about how wonderful it is. It's completely illogical, and it's annoying the hell out of him.

There also seems to be more greenery than usual, which is yet another thing that makes no logical sense. Temperatures like this should be killing all the plants, not causing circular formations of spiky tree branches to pop up all over the place. Perhaps he ought to investigate.

"You're a mean one, Mr. Grinch!" he sings, rather startling himself with the unexpected depth of his voice. "You really are a heeeel! You're as cuddly as a cactus, you're as charming as an eel, Mr. Gri-inch! You're a bad banana with a--"

All right. So much for the wreaths. He edges backwards, cheeks flushing green, hoping nobody was around to hear that.

006: [Location: Angry Skunk Bar]

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Mary had planned on spending the rest of the night in her bedroom after Dean left, but then Nathan had asked her to go for a walk, and she didn't want to refuse when he was making an effort to be supportive. He'd reminded her several times over the last couple of weeks that she could talk to him if she wanted to, but she had never taken him up on it. There wasn't a lot Mary could say about her life without making him think she was crazy, or worse, admitting to a past she had never told John about. She walked quietly for the most part, letting Nathan lead in every attempt he made at small talk.

When he suggested getting a drink at the bar, her first thought was to keep walking. It's name, The Angry Skunk, wasn't the most welcoming thing in the world, but she had needed a drink all day. She let Nathan lead her into the bar and pick a booth for them, giving him what she could manage of a smile when they sat down. She couldn't help but think that she'd spent too much time focusing on the world outside of Taxon, and not enough making the most of her time in the city. She didn't know the things that she wanted to about Sam, but she didn't feel comfortable asking Dean to talk about him, either. Nevermind how guilty she felt for being the family member that they'd somehow kept here with Dean. The two of them should have been together, and she never should have been pulled into the city.

"So," Mary unbuttoned her jacket and slid it off, crossing her arms and leaning forward against the table. She didn't care what she had to drink, as long as it was strong. "How's your brother doing? You haven't mentioned him today." She knew why, but she didn't want him to feel like he couldn't talk to her about his family when hers was struggling. That wouldn't have been very fair of her when Nathan was going to so much trouble to take care of her. "I know I've been distracted, but that doesn't mean you should keep me out of the loop."

When people did that, she ended up getting thrown into walls by paramedics. Honestly, her way saved everyone a lot of pain in the long run.