梦见: [ location: serenity | accidental visual ]

[biverbam.livejournal.com]

River hasn't been sleeping, not well, not since Dawn, and when the tablet clicks on from its place amidst a haphazard pile of flowers to show Serenity's cargo bay.

Every few seconds she walks across the frame (step step heel turn step heel turn step turn step step step). She's holding her necklaces (one a cross, the other a locket of vervain) taut enough to dig in at the back of her neck but not hard enough to break, and if she'd hold still one might notice some impressive bags under her eyes.

It's been days. Multiples. She can see them stretching out in front of her nose, a snake of exponential progression winding into a giant coiled ball, growing and growing until mass present exceeds the limits of volume and everything breaks. Maybe that's how they'll get out, eventually. The city will be too full of snake-days and their husky skins to let the barriers stay in place...

River snorts an unamused little laugh as she turns back around. "That's not likely. Adjustments... It's thoroughly biodegradable husk."

A beat passes and she stops, heel on the ground and toes in the air ready to make another step. Any second now.

"Smells like a graveyard," is her only irritated observation before she's off again.

(Step step heel t urn step heel turn step turn step step step.)

008 || [Accidental Visual] || Eighth Trial

[patternal.livejournal.com]

Corwin should probably find a way to rope his unruly tablet into line. When half the time he seems not to care that it exists, though, that makes things a little difficult, and he’s still subjected to being captured at whatever hour of the day, doing whatever it is he’s decided he’s doing.

At least it looks like he’s found something productive to do. Something that doesn’t involve ruining his blade against a tree and putting it back in order. Now that he has learned a painful lesson in “be careful what you wish for,” he isn’t likely to forget it. And he has a long memory. Whatever the damn hamsters were doing, at least he had something to do to keep himself occupied. Damned if they were going to hear another complaint of boredom out of him.

He has replaced Grayswandir with a simple fencing saber— though the Night Blade isn’t far off, resting on the ground next to a much simpler foil—running through offensive drills of a more formal nature than he had for a long time against no one.

At least he remembered most of them. But then, it was always easier to make things look good when he wasn’t trying to defend himself.

005 [Location: Enterprise/Accidental Visual] shekuh

[icanhaslogic.livejournal.com]

Now this was something to work with, something to analyze. Had he been capable of excitement, he certainly would have been feeling it right about now. With a new transmission in a more recognizable (though ancient) language, there was actually something to work with and there was a kind of almost-gladness that he had left the computer scanning for new occurrences. It was better than trying to track it down again, anyway, or tracing without any data. And the original was always better than a reconstruction.

Unfortunately (or not), as he set the tablet down, it started recording him at his station, back at work analyzing strange broadcasts in strange languages for whatever strange reasons. Tracing the source seemed somewhat more important to try now that there had been another rather major broadcast, even if he wasn’t expecting much in the way of results. He would work on translating it later. A linguist would have definitely been preferable, but seeing as they didn’t have one of those, he would have to work with the computer to do that later.

Until then, though, he would worry about one thing at a time, and that was trying to put a source to a signal seemingly from nowhere.

[location: outside luthor plaza] you wanna hear about the deal i'm making (backdated to May 6)

[patricide]

In Lex's mind three weeks ample time to not only get himself acclimated, but start being useful to Taxon. He had currently been in this city for two weeks and six days, with his internal deadline drawing near. The temporary population boom during his first few days was a bit of an obstacle, but not one that couldn't be overcome.

Thankfully he was not entirely without the comforts of home as it seemed as if Luthor Plaza had decided to travel with him. That was more than enough motivation to move forward with his plans. First order of business was rendering the unused science labs operational which required gathering and setting up new equipment, as well as a good cleaning that he was damn sure not going to use an extra for. (The latter he wasn't necessarily ashamed of, but Lex was inclined to keep that one to himself.)

With one lab ready to go and his personal office set up, Lex was ready to begin to get to work. Never one to say no to ceremony, even when it was on his own, Lex stands outside the skyscraper and breaks a bottle of champagne against its outer wall.

[Location: Park in Shelley] Second Performance [002]

[painsinger.livejournal.com]

He’d sworn, once he managed to get off the street, that he would never perform on the corner again. That didn’t preclude finding a mostly-quiet place to practice, though, away from his room. Sure, he’d gotten used to less-than-luxurious accommodations, but that didn’t mean that they didn’t get stifling after a while.

So he had wandered for a long time, Rosewood slung over his back in a hastily-made leather case—just in case he decided he wanted her. Sure enough, he had ended up settling himself down in a park he’d discovered. Not playing on the street didn’t preclude trying to enjoy himself and calm down a little in a place that almost looked like something he could find at home in Haven if he closed his eyes and pretended.

First, of course, came the finger exercises that every Bard always did every single day unless they didn’t have fingers to do them with. Seeing as that was a relatively rare occurrence, he’d been doing them every morning, but it never hurt to warm up a little before playing. Once he’d gone through those, though, it was straight into a relatively easy song making damn certain to keep his Gifts out of it. There really wasn’t a reason for them, and he knew that he should save his energy for…something. He was always just a little on edge in this place.

The music helped him to relax, though, and he almost felt happy for the first time since he arrived. Which was a nice change.