003: ACCIDENTAL VISUAL//LOCATION: ENTERPRISE BRIDGE [i feel like a monster]

[ltnuhura.livejournal.com]

If anyone were watching Uhura step onto the bridge of the Enterprise, they wouldn't have assumed that anything was amiss. And nothing was, until the doors slid shut behind her and she took a look around.

This wasn't the bridge she knew. It looked the same, but there were things about it that were...off. But she couldn't put her finger on why things weren't right, and it irritated her.

Frowning, she started heading over to her station, then stopped suddenly and looked down at herself. And what was wrong there was more obvious - this wasn't the right uniform at all. The skirt was the right length, but it was all one dress, not the midriff-baring top and skirt she was used to.

She looked up and around, trying to find some more clues that would tell her where she was and what was happening. And then she spotted it on the main viewscreen.

"NCC 17-01?" Her disgust and anger was ill-disguised, hands clenched into fists as her eyes narrowed. "U.S.S. Enterprise? What the hell is happening here?"

[OOC: uhura's finally been glitched! she is now the mirror version of herself, meaning she'll be quick to anger and that there's the possibility of her getting aggressive/violent, but i will be sure to clear things with you before she does anything to your character. proceed with caution and have fun. :)

also, my apologies for taking so long to get this up and thanks for your patience! ♥]

006: [Location: Winchester house] & [Visual] Enter Lorraine McFly.

[iwantafamily.livejournal.com]

When Mary woke up, the first thing she noticed was that she was in someone else's bedroom.

The second thing she noticed was the mint green nightgown that she was wearing. It was nice, if you felt old enough to wear that kind of thing. She knew it wasn't hers because she didn't own anything like that. No one saw what she wore to bed but her, but that didn't stop her from wanting to look nice. Sitting up in the middle of a strange bedroom, Mary knew that her clothes were the least of her problems.

Something must have taken her out of her room and brought her to this house. She wanted to know what that something was, but she wasn't going to walk out unarmed if she could help it. Quietly climbing out of bed, Mary made her way over to the closet on the other side of the room. She rifled through the clothing for anything that she could use to hit whatever was down there, and finally found a baseball bat in the corner.

That would work.

As she picked it up, she noticed the silver band on her wrist where she usually wore a charm bracelet. She yanked on the metal with her free hand, unsuccessfully trying to pull it off before she managed to get the small, futuristic looking toy on top of it to work. Mary pressed the buttons carefully, waiting to see what they would trigger. The device looked like something out of Space Odyssey, but it wasn't some silly movie prop. It turned on when she hit the right button. "What..." she mumbled irritatedly, wanting to know what it's purpose was and why it was on her wrist.

Her first guess was communication, but with who? Why?

"Hello?" she let her eyes wander from the screen to the door, half-expecting someone to walk in before she could get a good swing at them. All she wanted was to go home, as quickly and with as little fuss as possible. She'd fight her way out if she had to, but why would they dress her up and put her in a nice room if they wanted to hurt her?

And while she was asking herself questions that wouldn't get answered, who were all of the pictures of? What had happened to the kids?

Mary wasn't sure that she wanted to know.


(OOC: Mary Winchester's teen glitch starts now, kthx.)

[Location: The Nest & Visual]

[faderbroderson]

He had wanted to check up on her. The last time Godric had seen Cassie, she'd been glitched, and they had shown her back to her house once they were sure she would be alright. He had expected that Cassie would call, for one reason or another, or show up at the door one day soon, back to her usual self and embarrassed about her behavior. She hadn't done either. Finally, Godric had given in and picked up his tablet, sure that Cassie was just too mortified to call him herself.

She wasn't on the map.

Godric stared at the screen for what seemed like an age, looking over every individual dot, as if willing Cassie's name to appear on one of them. It didn't. He realized, as he looked, that there were other names that were no longer present. Jessica was one of them. Finally, he allowed the full implications to sink in, and he was suddenly angry at himself for not checking in sooner with Cassie or keeping a closer eye on Jessica, angry at their captors, even angry at Cassie for being so damn tempting and making him entertain possibilities he never gave into...and this had been one of the reasons. He didn't know now if he was relieved or regretful, and that made him angry most of all.

He hurled the tablet across the bedroom, half-hoping it would break apart on impact with the wall, but knowing it wouldn't. He didn't realize that the impact instead activated the visual function as he slumped forward, head in his hands.

006 ☢ [visual]//[location: sanctuary (for all)]

[hulk]

Contrary to popular theory (if he actually got out enough and talked more, there'd probably be more people theorizing, but that's besides the point), Bruce hadn't dropped off the face of the Taxon. He was just going through one of his "obsessed genius" phases. This basically consisted of him locking himself in a room with some really shady-looking, jury-rigged scientific equipment. At least now, since Magnus had given him full use of one of the Sanctuary's labs, the equipment was modern and reliable. You don't want to see what happens to a centrifuge built off a bicycle wheel and a rusty outboard motor when the gears get out of whack. Flying glass vials of toxic blood and smoking machinery? Do not want.

But although Taxon has provided Bruce with a much nicer workplace, it did lack certain things. Like a job that Bruce would have had to go to in order to get paid so he could pay his rent. And buy more junk to cannibalize in the name of science. And usually somewhere in there, he would feed himself. Without that necessity to see to, there was nothing to stop Bruce from spending a week or so, constantly working. He might have had a piece of toast yesterday, but he wasn't really keeping track of time.

So this is where the tablet decides to start broadcasting. There's a nice view from where it lays on the table of Bruce in his wifebeater and cargo pants, sticking a largish syringe into his arm. After a few moments, he removes it and pops a band-aid on with only one hand. The man has skills. A number of things are on the table and blocking the view, so it's hard to tell if he was injecting something or just drawing blood. Any kind of speculation is cut short when the tablet makes a loud beeping sound for no apparent reason. Bruce, who obviously had no idea the thing was on, jumps about a foot in the air and knocks over a bunch of vials and flasks and other nonsense with his flailing. The visual cuts out, but the audio of glass breaking and things spilling is still going through.

After a minute, the hubbub dies down. "...Damn it," manages to get through before Bruce finally turns the stupid thing off.

iii [ location: hyperion hotel ] / [ (accidental) visual].

[undoing.livejournal.com]

He woke with a headache like he hadn't had in a long, long time. Rolling over, her peered at the floor beside the bed, frowning at the empty bottles, groaning and muttering--"Oh God."--as he rolled onto his back and pressed his fingers to his eyelids.

Angel remembered, he remembered all of it and wished he didn't. There were some days where he'd be more inclined to relive his dark soulless days as Angelus than his human existence. He wasn't proud of who he'd been before Darla turned him into a vampire (not that Angelus was a step up or anything) and he never wanted anyone he knew now to see that. And now they had thanks to the Taxon aliens and their glitches.

Sitting up, he moved off and away from the bed, pulling on a wife beater and going to the mirror.

Nothing.

Yet, he remembered. He had a reflection, he'd seen himself for the first time in years. Angel reached out and touched the mirror, as if expecting to see that his eyes had been merely playing a trick on him and he was still as human as he'd been during that glitch, like he would've possibly been in the future if not for the shanshu he knew he would willingly give up. Disappointed, he let his hand fall away.

( ooc: end of angel's liam glitch! i'll still be back tagging on the things he's still doing as liam, though. ♥ )