001 - [video] / arrival post

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

“Okay, I don't know what kind of a sick joke this is, but I can promise you right now that I ain't laughing.”

Thirty seconds ago, Gunn hadn't been in this – weird-ass, mechanical place. He had very much been stepping into the lobby of the Hyperion Hotel, sack of cheeseburgers in hand. The food was, of course, gone ('Fourteen dollars down the drain, dammit,' he thought briefly) and his stomach was oddly twisted, clenched and upset. He didn't like it.

He turned immediately in a full circle, hands curling into tight fists at his sides, looking for something to lunge at. “I swear, if this is some pasty-ass demon's idea of a joke...”

Dammit.

Fred was hungry. He just wanted to bring her the godforsaken cheeseburgers.

He was met with a stunning sort of silence as he turned that served to put him on edge more than at ease, and he lifted his fists to about chest-height, stepping to the side.

“Come on out, whoever – or whatever – you are--” he started, before his hip smacked against the pedestal that the tablet was sitting on, and Gunn nearly yelled out loud out of surprise, and then frustration. He dropped his fists and snatched the tablet up, hastily flipping it open and looking for a way to communicate with the device. “You better be some sort of fancy cellphone, and I better get some sort of reception in here,” he grumbled, tapping on the screen a little harshly and looking for some sort of number pad to dial out with. "Hello? Can anyone hear this thing?"

He was about ready to give up and throw the little device when his eyes cut up and he realized that a door had opened. 'Okay. Liking this place less and less as time goes on,' he thought, and instead of throwing the tablet, squeezed it a little too-tightly in his hands as he started out in the hallway. There was going to be hell to pay if his food was cold by the time he got home.

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[Visual]

[bigbad]

"You're here, Charlie-boy!" Spike grins. Even after everything that happened in Hell, Gunn's still a good friend, and he's glad to see him. "That's... well, nearly all of us, innit? Not that it's good we've all been kidnapped, mind, but still. Always nice to see a familiar face."

[Visual]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Both of Gunn's eyebrows shoot up as Spike's face appears on the screen, and he looks momentarily boggled.

"I'm sorry, I don't remember meeting Billy Idol," he says, and maybe his attitude is a little piss poor because - well, he's kind of worried right now. He doesn't like to think that he might need rescuing from this place. "How the hell do you know my name?"

[Visual]

[bigbad]

Well, that makes Spike's grin go away pretty quickly. Time and space shenanigans, of course. This Gunn must be from before Spike came to LA.

"First thing you should know is I'm not evil, and I've got a soul."

[visual]

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

Here, have a big screen of Fred smiling. She was definitely glad to see him, even though he seemed to have showed up right before whatever terrible thing was supposed to happen.

"Charles! Hi! Oh- you're probably very confused right now." She shrugged a little, looking a tad sheepish. "I'm probably not going to help with that, but at least I'm a friendly face? We've all been sorta kidnapped, unfortunately. Out of space and time and all of that. By aliens, no less."

[visual]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

"Fred!"

Okay, well, that did cheer him up quite a bit. Not that he was particularly thrilled that she had been abducted or whatever, too, but at least she seemed unhurt. "Aliens and space-time mumbo. Right. Whatever. Where are you?"

[visual]

[supercompacted.livejournal.com]

She shook her head a little, because this isn't going to help much. At least he was in a better mood. "Don't drop the aliens just like that, they're new and interesting." It's hard to tell whether she's being sarcastic about that.

She took a deep breath and seemed to be moving now, as the background was changing. "I'm at Caritas, and yes there is a Caritas here. If you look on your map, you can find it. But I know where you are, so I'm headed your way, okay? If you keep walking down that hallway, you'll find a door outside, by the way."

It was about at this point she wondered when he came from. If it was too early, things would be...awkward. But they'd handle it.

[ visual ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

"It's not a joke," Angel offered up to the face on the screen.

What happened in hell was complicated, but Angel is the last person to be holding something like that above someone else's head. Besides, time had a habit of not lining up here in Taxon. The people from their era, their world, were from varying years and months and days. He doubted Gunn was from the same point in time he was.

[ visual ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

"Finding myself kind of wishing it was."

He'd lost that entire bag of cheeseburgers, for one. He'd paid good money for those.

"Where the hell is this place?"

[ visual ]

[undoing.livejournal.com]

"Taxon. We don't know exactly where it's located. It's an enormous cavern on some planet in an alternate dimension. At least, we assume it's an alternate dimension." Given the number of people here who were from clashing realities - the differences between the kind of vampires he and Spike are and Godric and Eric are, for one - makes the alternate dimension assumption the most plausible. Not like they haven't experienced that before prior to this place.

[ visual ]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

"Nobody's laughing," Max replies, her response coming in visual for once. She looks tired. "And I'm afraid no one's coming out, either. I'm pretty sure that they know their captives would collectively kick their asses if they ever showed their faces."

[ visual ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Gunn isn't exactly smiling, either, but he does narrow his eyes curiously at the unfamiliar face. "Who are you?" A pause. "And I'm not a captive. I don't get captured."

[ visual ]

[aregulargirl.livejournal.com]

"I'm Max," she answers. "And apparently you do, because you're here."

It's said with much less bite than would usually accompany it, and she sighs, pushing a hand through her hair. "Sorry for being blunt, but I figure that's better than lying to you."

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

Holy crap, Gunn!

[...yep, that's the only thing she can think of to say right now ]

[ voice ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Cordelia!



When did you get your memories back?!

[ voice ]

[glowingseer.livejournal.com]

...when did I get my what now?

[Visual]

[demonologist]

"Gunn!" Wesley is extremely pleased to see him, even though it means he's also now a captive in the city. "I'm afraid it's no laughing matter. But, it is good to see you again."

Re: [Visual]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Gunn doesn't exactly seem as pleased to see Wesley, and his eyebrows crook a little thoughtfully. "So whatever took us took you, too, huh?"

[Visual]

[demonologist]

If Wesley has noticed a reticence he ignores it in favour of a happy reunion. "The whole gang's here now. Angel, Cordelia, Lorne, Fred and so on. I know it's a lot to process, considering the fact that we've been abducted to a strange city and there are divergent timelines, but nevertheless, welcome."

[ voice ]

[stacked]

...Looks like the gang's all back together. Picked a wicked shitty time to get snatched, G.

[ faith, you are no longer allowed to play welcome wagon you suck at it. ]

Re: [ voice ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

And who the hell are you?

[ voice ]

[stacked]

[ faith knows that feeling. only with her it's more 'people think i should still be in prison' and 'i want to hit wes in the face more than usual'. ]

...Freaking timeline bullshit. Guessing the whole vamp out of the cage in the basement deal isn't ringing any bells, huh?

[visual]

[greenballadeer.livejournal.com]

"No pasty demons. Just yours truly, and I like to think of myself as a toned emerald." Lorne breaks out into a smile. "Good to see you, Charlie Brown! Well, don't take that the wrong way, since now you're stuck in a city run by alien overlords, and an apocalypse is about to go down and all. But you know, an apocalypse is always smoother sailing when you're around."

What he doesn't say is how glad he is that this Gunn is well-adjusted and himself, not the guy who sold his soul to Wolfram & Hart for some extra smarts.

[visual]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Gunn never thought he'd be so glad to see a demon. "Yeah?" It's about now that Gunn really starts to hope that he's been hit by a car and is just hallucinating as he dies a slow, painful death. This is ridiculous. "Well, you know me: always ready for an apocalypse." He crooks his brows suddenly. "These aliens - they don't do any of that probing shit, do they? Because I am not down for any of that."

[ voice ]

[ltnuhura.livejournal.com]

Yes, people can hear you. Unfortunately, our captors are unlikely to come out, come out wherever they are. How long has it been since you arrived?

[ voice ]

[doesntgobang.livejournal.com]

Not so long. You someone from my world I just ain't met yet or what? 'Cause this is seriously starting to hurt my head.