004 [Location: The Barrier || Wilde (West] + [Voice]

[iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com]

After this

[ooc: Obviously this is backdated to the night of the Doctor's release from jail. Feel free to run into her at any point in this action or hit up her up with the voice]

She runs from the house, full tilt, breathless running because she can't watch him tell her goodbye. Not again. Not after everything she's done and how far she's come. She stops, not remotely aware of where she is and finds a hatch. All the running, all the fighting and the hopeless Doctor that is so obviously not her Doctor anymore have given her an idea. It's also activated the selfish streak in Rose. She replicates a backpack, her big gun and several bits of equipment. Most of it harvested from a dying TARDIS in a parallel world. It's equipment and technology UNIT used to find Donna and the Doctor in the first place. Once she's got her backpack full, she finds a tram map and heads out to the barrier. She's preoccupied, her mind turning over what she has to do, what she did before and how her goal is so much more specific now.

The tram stops and she jogs at a good clip until she gets to the barrier. The earpieces for a stethoscope go in, random bits of measuring equipment come out along with a note book and Rose goes to work, shoving her hair behind her ears and checking her measurements and equipment.

After a bit she looks up, grabs her device and turns it on, flipping it to voice. When she speaks her voice is calm, very cold, crisp and all business.

[Voice || Public]

Anybody out there that's got some experience with teleportation? Magic, science, genetic. Doesn't matter. I've some ideas and I'd like to bounce 'em off someone who knows a bit about this sort of thing

[Voice || Private to Ruby]

Ruby, mind popping over a bit? I'd like to take some before and after measurements in regards to your teleportation.

[Voice || Private to Sam Spade]

Could use a bit of your investigative skills maybe if you'd be willing to help out a bit?

[Voice || Private to The Doctor]

I'll need my TARDIS key back. You can slip it in the mail slot.

video :: being rich is having money; being wealthy is having time

[mercurialnature.livejournal.com]

"Good morning Taxon, and isn't it a grand, wonderful, glorious day? Can't you just feel the hum of spring in the air?" It's entirely reasonable to assume that Hermes' good mood is catching. Certainly, the barely restrained laughter and glee in his voice is the infectious sort. "How is everyone and their uncles, dogs, or uncles' dogs doing today?"

[ holo ] | come away come away if you're going leave the sinking ship behind

[lajolieblonde.livejournal.com]

The dream weighs heavy on Sookie's mind, even just as it ends. Not so much the sex parts-- she may have been a virgin until Bill, but by God she's a red blooded female just like any other woman, and even if he's a lying cheat Eric's a fine man to look at-- but the comfort. Feeling tender, like she does for Bill, but towards Eric; the lowdown snake himself. Doesn't help the feeling's aren't hers, just his blood running around her body making her feel the things he wants her to.

She doesn't like being lied to, being played with like she's nothing but that little dog in a game of Monopoly. And she sure as hell hates being treated like the last cold beer in the damn icebox. If Eric really wanted her, he oughta act like Bill did, woo her. Not sneak through every backdoor and manipulate her into helping him.

"That stupid a--" There's a long pause as Sookie takes in the arrival room. It's all fancy and clean, not like anything back home. Even fancier than the places in Dallas, colder somehow. "This ain't the car. Jason? Bill?"

Her expression hardens from confusion and worry into anger. The Fellowship's all about down home and dingy basements. The only person she knows who seems like he'd feel right at home somewhere this sterile and dressed up is...

"Eric Northman, you get out here right this second. I swear to God this is low, even for you. I gotta get home, and you're gonna turn me loose right this second and send me the way I came."

One toe taps on the floor impatiently, and her arms cross over her chest. "I don't care what deal I made, after that stunt you pulled if you ever want me to help you again as long as I live, you'll quit bein' so damn highhanded and just ask."

[ ooc: still playing house for holi's kids, so sloooooooooooooooooow tagging. but like that's any different than normal, lol. >.> ]

[Location - Castle Summers] => [accidental visual]

[aworldenchanted]

( [visual | private to Buffy] )

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Sometime later, after her talk with Buffy, Tara's tablet quietly clicks itself on. She doesn't notice.

There's some incense burning in the corner of her room, and a couple candles as well. But they don't seem to be arranged for any sort of spell, for those who can tell such things. Maybe just the more conventional use of being objects meant to bring calm.

Sadly, they don't seem to be working.

Tara, the calm, caring, level-headed member of the Sunnydale Scooby gang, is curled up on her side, on top of her covers. There's no real audible sound, but anyone who looks for a moment will notice what she's doing.

She's shaking with wracking, silent sobs.



[ooc: All responses other than Buffy's will be assumed to be after hers, regardless of the order the tags actually happen.]