005 ━ [ visual ] / [ location: salvatore boarding house ].

[virtued.livejournal.com]

The tablet clicks on after being hurled violently into the opposite wall, clamoring to the floor and settling into a position to record the source of the racket anyone in the boarding house will be able to hear from the floors below. Books go flying across the room, covers that range from old and leather and stained to paper and less worn by the passing of the times. Stefan pulls them out one by one and tosses them over his shoulder. When he turns around to hurl a particularly thick one in the direction of the others, he notices the tablet--

And feels his face start to turn in annoyance.

Thankfully, he manages to drop the book and cover his face with his hands before he broadcasted that to the network. He turns around and drops his hands, taking deep breaths - in and out, in and out - to calm himself, pushing the blood lust back until he's got his features under control again.

Unmarred face now back at the forefront, Stefan turns around and drops himself onto the side of his bed. The tablet's still recording and he casts an almost bored glance at it before calling back onto the mattress to stare up at the ceiling. (If anyone asks, he'll claim it's Damon and the woes of a troubled teenager. ...which isn't entirely a lie, but it's a bit more than that and may or may not involve a dead Extra whose body has been taken care of.)

[ ooc | post-plesantville glitch; takes place after this phone post trolling that got totally out of hand, lol. ]

027 ± [voice] [location: the northern island] like everything was evidence of broken time

[aintnoconvict]

...okay, what in the Nome King's kitchen was all of that about?

[ Good morning, Taxon, and welcome back to (relative) normal. Glitch sounds more annoyed than freaked out, but there is a level of freakage there nonetheless. ]


ooc: Yep, the month-ish of various horrors is behind us. Open for domestic shenanigans with DG and Cain, and voice/visual/what-have-you tiems with everyone else :D

[ Location: The Nest ] [ Accidental Video ] Done the 50s twice now

[faderbroderson]

The glitch is over, and Godric is sitting alone on the roof of the nest, contemplating the past two weeks. He wonders what it means that even in the fantasies of aliens, he still had a horrible childhood. He wonders if the glitch would have bothered him less if they'd made him an average teenager with an average life, rather than a too-young veteran who'd escaped to a bloody war because it was preferable to his home life. Probably. Maybe one day, they'll uproot his entire world in a way that he'll enjoy.

(He isn't holding his breath, so to speak.)

He pulls out the picture of Sookie and stares it, wondering why he was left with it, unaware the tablet is recording.

[Location: Summit bar] Searching for a muse

[demonologist]

Wesley leans against the counter, cradling a whiskey. It's not his normal drink. It's not his normal establishment of choosing. But he's bound and determined to gather material for his latest novel-in-making. He knows that the reason why it rings so hollow to him in the rereads is the lack of true experience he has in the subject matter. And so he's here, at one of the less reputable bars in town to gather intel. To immerse himself in an atmosphere that on some levels he's not altogether familiar with.

That doesn't mean that he's not trying to blend in. To act cool. Like he belongs. How much he's succeeding, however, is up to those who may encounter him.

He takes another sip and then glances over his shoulder at the other inhabitants of the bar, looking for a lead, a spark, anything which might get his creative juices flowing.

Needless to say, Willow thinks he's at the library, doing some late research. If she knew the truth...

[OOC: Backdated to before the Sock hop]

Case #3 [Visual | Location: Shelley]

[noheatnikki.livejournal.com]

Kate had been pacing in her room since she recovered from the glitch, trying to determine how to best address the situation. She was pretty mortified by her actions, especially with her "family." She wasn't sure how to act around Reid at all, not to mention the way she'd completely mothered River and Ax. Finally, Kate turned on the tablet, then cleared her throat and took a deep breath before she spoke.

"So, uh...I realize now that I was glitched. Needless to say, I had no idea what was going on, though it seems like I was only one of a few who didn't...you know what, that doesn't even matter.

I just...I want to say thank you to everyone who knew about the glitch and showed me kindness. Especially Spe-Reid, River, and Ax. I...just thank you."

Kate buried her face in her hands.

"I kind of wish I didn't remember everything that happened."

002 { VISUAL ☤ LOCATION: SICKBAY }

[hippocraticly.livejournal.com]

Never having much luck with the communication devices during his previous stay, McCoy has been fortunate enough to avoid any accidental (and incriminating) transmissions since he arrived back in the city. And not to mention avoiding the tail-end of the barrage of glitches that have seemed to of plagued the population, but he is not going to risk bragging about that. Why tempt fate or -- in this case -- those damn hamsters?

But he cannot be a social hermit forever, which is why his tablet is finally activated today and currently angled to show an impressive view of the interior of his sickbay. It must be a good few minutes before the doctor does reign the camera back onto himself. Once he is convinced the damn thing is indeed recording him, he leans back in his chair and clears his throat. For a man who is from the future, technology is definitely not his strongest point.

"Well..." The doctor drawls sardonically with a raised eyebrow, "This place never really slows down, does it? How much crap have we had to deal with lately?"

He does not expect a reply to that rhetorical question and despite the sour nature of the sentence, he sounds surprisingly chipper today. It turns out not being glitched has a positive effect on cantankerous country doctors.

"Jim, Spock -- are the two of you still sane out there? You're not going to try and make me do that.. uh, hula-bop thing, are you?"