http://magic-weaver.livejournal.com/ ([identity profile] magic-weaver.livejournal.com) wrote in [community profile] taxonomites2011-11-17 12:46 pm

[ first thread - location: sanctuary - holo ]

For a brief moment, home had finally felt like home again. She and Briar had argued, loudly and with the reasoning of children, but in that small instant of irritation Sandry had seen their old sibling bond. She had stormed around Daja’s house, taking measurements and debating the best fabrics and colors for her foster brother and sisters. That afternoon, despite her somewhat childish behavior, Sandry had returned hom with a new spark of hope in her chest. Thy were going to be okay. They had to be okay.

What she hadn’t expected was to wake the next morning--or was it still the same night?--in seamless metal chamber with no sign of an exit. For several moments Sandry took in the room, blinking at the walls around her for any sign of magic. The heaviness at her wrist distracted fairly quickly, and she turned to inspect the bracelet on her wrist. It told her nothing, and without Daja’s knowledge of metal there was no telling how or why it had been placed on her. The obvious answer, at least at first, was that she had been taken for ransom, and that the wrist was some sort of magic inhibitor. But there was no magic within the bracelet, and Sandry could feel her own magic as plain and clean as was normal. “Either they’re very good, or very stupid,” she mused to herself. Of course she couldn’t do anything with metal, but there might be other options...

Brow furrowed, the noble finally rose from the ground and checked for the pouch around her neck. Whoever had taken her hadn’t been very smart at all. The pouch was still there, as were its contents. The room was bright for now, but if whatever source was causing the light went out, at least she still had her crystal. More importantly, she had the thread that represented the bond between her foster siblings and herself. The lumps that lately had been warm with Tris and Daja’s magics were cold, but Briar’s gave a faint pulse. She gave it a slight tug, but the connection was still firmly closed. Unless she absolutely could not find a way out it would stay that way. Briar didn’t want her there, and she wasn’t about to force it after their arguments the day before.

Sandry sighed and placed the pouch back under her nightclothes, then smoothed the material over before firmly setting her jaw and addressing the empty room. “I am Lady Sandrilene fa Toren, Clehame fa Landreg, and I demand an immediate explanation as to why I have been brought here.”

No response.

“I won’t sit quietly and wait, if that’s what you’re thinking, so you may as well just answer me now. The very least you can do is give me your terms. It will be much easier on you if you cooperate now.”

Nothing. Mildly frustrated now, Sandry pushed her magic out, seeking some sort of material she could get a grasp on. There were wires in the walls, but she pulled her magic back quickly with a sharp, “Oh!” when she felt the electricity running through them--she would need Tris’ help to even think about doing anything with those.

“Oh, cat dirt.”

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[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-17 10:07 pm (UTC)(link)
"M'votin' on stupid. Tumbleweed." There's a semi amused look on Party's face--which is to say his lips are pursed into a thin, almost smile. There's a large part of him that's already got his hackles raised, though.

"An' no mean to burst your bubble, cityrat, you're in a place where nobility flies about as high as a Drac at a wavehead bar." A large, heavy sigh.

"Just pick up the tablet thing my voice an' face is comin' by, door will open. Boom, you're in a city you've been kidnapped and placed inn. And what does cat dirt haveta do with it?"

[ holo ]

[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:04 am (UTC)(link)
The redhead shrugs. "Welcome to the club. Well, not literally--inasmuch as more of a colony of captives, running around." A bit of an amused look crosses his face. "Like Australia. Where I can't tell you, Sunshine, but you're in a place called Taxon with a bracelet on your hand that all the other folks got," --he holds up his own--"and not a clue how to get out. Sorry 'bout that. Here's the deal, I guess."

He mutters something about being the welcome wagon, and lets out a huge sigh before continuing.

"You've been kidnapped and brought here by weird creatures that only show up when they want to. Us? We're your allies. Pulled from different worlds. A lot of us seem to be from Earth, or varying states of Earth. Buuuut you never know."

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[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 08:44 am (UTC)(link)
Party's surprisingly okay with the latter half of this, and it's easier to say: "It's just a huge country that's full of like, decendants of villians. Cooler than it sounds, not important." Mainly because Party's always wanted to go but he's not even sure if Australia exists in his world anymore.

"You're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, though. Nice, motorbaby. Alright, here's the scoop: pick up the tablet thing, the one with my face on it? The door'll open. you'll be lead into the city. Don't bother with anyone that doesn't have a bracelet, they're fucking robots. And more importantly, remember:" Sure, his tone is ominous, but he's a dramatic guy. "Even if they do? Watch your back."

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[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 06:06 pm (UTC)(link)
"Don't worry about it. Not many people 'round here do. Only two Killjoys in Taxon right now." he says 'right now' because he is desperately, foolishly, selfishly hoping for Fun Ghoul or Jet Star or Grace to get snagged up.

"Anyway, tumbleweed. You don't worry about the lingo thing. There's another guy here that's just as confounded as you by all this tech, which is weird for a guy like me, but." Another shrug. "Let's go outside, huh? If you want I can be there in," he checks his watch. "10 minutes to show you the ropes of this place."

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[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 04:24 am (UTC)(link)
[ There's a sound of screeching tires. Party Poison was already in his car, and he switched the visual to just audio as he drives.]

I offered, sunshine. So, Lady Shangri-lee fa-two...whatsitcalled, welcome to this fucked up place. Name's Party Poison.

[Location: Central]

[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)
An old, beat-up spraypainted Trans-am rolls onto the road, nearly clipping the cur--no, it clips the curb, and Party sticks his head out. he's got aviators on, and after a few seconds he pulls them off of his head, tosses them into the back seat, and gets out of the car.

No mistaking the girl in her nightgown with a bracelet and a familiar lost expression.

"Look alive, sunshine!" He offers a half-wave, shivering against what's freezing for him. "Welcome to Taxon. Wish I wasn't the welcome wagon, but.." A shrug. "Gotta start somewhere." He extends a hand, half-smiling in that 'I can't quite remember how to laugh' way that's all too real for him and Kobra.

[ Location: Central ]

[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 10:33 am (UTC)(link)
Very precise. Party's reminded of Mr. Library, because all the please and thank yous have since gone from California 2019.He mutters something along the lines of no problem and notices the poor girl's probably freezing her ass off.

So's Party, of course, acclimated to desert and radiation, but he doesn't like to show it and he instead is opening the trunk of the trans-am, pulling out a large blanket and offering it to her. "Here." And, because old habits die hard: "Free of charge, tumbleweed, you're in your damn nightgown."

He shuts the trunk, though, sitting on it, feet balanced precariously, and points, things clicking together.

"Your brother's totally Briar. You guys talk the same, all big words with no meanin'."

[ Location: Central ]

[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 07:08 pm (UTC)(link)
"M'not usin' 'em, Sunshine." Party attemps a comforting smile that comes across a little oddly, his face not really used to that. "Y'ever need anything, look for this." he jerks his thumb towards his trans am, spraypainted and broken down and generally looking like it's on it's last legs.

"I'll be there. Or Kobra Kid. He's my brother: same eyes as me, blonde hair, pinched jaw, never really talks that much? Look for these," he turns around, showing his Party Poison logo, and then points out Kobra's symbol on the car, "on the walls of Taxon's buildings."
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[ Location: Central ]

[identity profile] thornandmoss.livejournal.com 2011-11-20 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
Briar rounds the corner and is mildly relieved to see Sandry wrapped in a blanket. Apparently Party is taking care of his sister. It's too cold here for anyone to be out in their nightclothes, as the cloud formed by his breath reminds him. Of course, Sandry could probably have managed something with any textiles she found in the area, but the thought still counts for plenty.

His initial relief at a familiar face and voice has subsided somewhat, and Briar is back to the same place he was before arriving in Taxon. Not quite sure how to fit all the messy edges between them back together, he slows his pace a few steps away from his sister before closing the distance between them. He won't protest if Sandry hugs him, but he greets her with a smile and a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "It's good to see you, Sandry," and he means it, in spite of nothing being how it once was.

He turns to the other man, nodding, smile still firmly on his face. "Hello, Party." That red is even brighter in person, and Briar idly runs through a list of dyes in his head, wondering which combination produces a color that bright.

Sandry and Briar, unlike Kobra and Party, couldn't look much less like siblings. They have different hair, skin tone, eye color, and facial structure. If Party can identify them as such, he's very good at looking past appearance and into the way things are. In Briar's experience, a lot of people lack that skill.

[ Location: Central ]

[identity profile] poisonousparty.livejournal.com 2011-11-21 04:45 am (UTC)(link)
He's sitting on his truck, waiting for them to hug it out. A hand goes to his nose and he touches it, gingerly, feeling a pang of jealousy. The siblings reunite and they get a hug and nice rapport, Party and Kobra unite and Kobra breaks Party's nose.

When he gets uncomfortable he clears his throat and answers the girl's query:

"Places I've checked before, places that are safe. Places I'm workin' on making milkshake, slaughtermatic and reachin' up to heaven with a sword and a shield," he states softly.

"But you've got someone you know. S'half the battle, junkpunks."

[identity profile] goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 10:06 am (UTC)(link)
Kobra looks at the tablet, wrinkles his nose. "I'm Kobra Kid and I demand my bike to be brought to me," he looks around, shrugs. "See, not working here. Better quit that yelling and name throwing."

[identity profile] goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 10:22 am (UTC)(link)
"Dunno, tumbleweed," Kobra shrugs. "We've all been trying to find out," he offers by means of consolation, then thinks. "Do you know anyone here?"

[identity profile] goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com 2011-11-21 07:37 pm (UTC)(link)
"Maybe you'll find someone," Kobra points out with a tiny smile. "Just try and relax."

[identity profile] goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com 2011-11-29 09:56 am (UTC)(link)
Usually Kobra didn't care much, but Sandry seemed a lot more scared than many of the newcomers, so he gave her a tiny smile in return. "It'll be okay, you'll see. No danger lurking outside, so you can explore the city for a little bit."
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[personal profile] slayersidekick 2011-11-18 08:34 pm (UTC)(link)
The name at first goes unnoticed. All Willow could take note of was the girl's appearance. No, it couldn't be? Was she back when Buffy wasn't?

"Dawnie?"

It was out of her mouth before she could stop it. But then the name registered and Willow frowned, disappointment clear on her face.

"Sorry. I... thought you were someone else..."
slayersidekick: (You come seeking for forgiveness)

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[personal profile] slayersidekick 2011-11-23 08:18 pm (UTC)(link)
"It's just... she's kinda like a little sister to me," Willow explained, looking uneasy at having been called out like that. "I-I thought..." Well, not important anymore, right?

"My name's Willow. Uh, it's really nice to meet you, but I don't think I can pronounce your name yet."
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[personal profile] slayersidekick 2011-11-29 06:21 am (UTC)(link)
"It's nice to meet you, Sandry," Willow answered, trying to smile to reassure the other girl. "A-and I know it's a little weird just arriving and all that, but... I've been here for a while, so if you need anything, you can ask me, okay? I'm a... a good witch. Not a bad one."
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[personal profile] slayersidekick 2011-12-06 11:33 pm (UTC)(link)
Willow definitely understood that one. It was something she'd had to contend with for over a year now.

The witch deal made her frown, though. She wasn't sure she understood the question. She knew there was all types of magic, especially from world-to-world but she'd never heard of a thread mage before. "Uh, I think magic works differently in my world," she answered. "I'm just... a witch. I can perform a lot of different spells, make things float, create barriers, all kinds of things. What does... being a thread mage mean?" At least she was honestly curious. She loved learning about different worlds, especially those with magic.
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[holo]

[identity profile] thornandmoss.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 09:01 pm (UTC)(link)
She won't hear much but a reassuringly familiar chuckle at first. "I suppose now I don't need to worry about you leaving for Namorn without me, Sandry." By which he obviously means 'I'm glad to see you,' for those that speak sibling.

Briar is sitting cross-legged on the floor, attempt to meditate broken by a very welcome distraction. "Someone's already told you how to get out of the room, right? If you'll wait there, I can come find you."
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[identity profile] thornandmoss.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 02:07 am (UTC)(link)
Her initial reaction and the irritated response that followed it only made Briar grin more. He didn't even make an effort to duck his head and hide the smile. "Well, without any way of knowing when I'll get back home," he explained, "a fellow can't be sure of these things."

His own feelings ran a similar course to hers. On the one hand, Sandry was the sibling who he fully expected to pester him about opening up and sharing his feelings, but on the other, it was really nice to have family here. "Who?" he asked, wondering if it was one of the few he'd met so far. "I'll come meet you both."
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[identity profile] thornandmoss.livejournal.com 2011-11-19 01:08 pm (UTC)(link)
Briar is well aware it isn't a time for grinning, but the combination of a familiar face and reactions that make him feel like maybe they aren't such strangers after all is a relief. Sandry is still Sandry, even if they had all seemed far too different at first after years apart. "He'll be alright," Briar reassures her, with conviction that he can only wish for. Briar really likes Sandry's uncle. "So will everyone else." Tris and Daja, Lark and Rosethorn, Pasco and Evvy.

Nodding, Briar replies, "I've talked to him before," adding, "I'm on my way." He is already on his feet and moving as he speaks. He'd wanted to meet Party anyway, so the other man's presence is hardly a deterrent.

[identity profile] tothelightshown.livejournal.com 2011-11-18 10:11 pm (UTC)(link)
"A bit of both," DG answered with a sympathetic smile, recognising the confused and anger and fear of a new arrival and knowing that nothing she said would make the situation any better. "They're clever enough to trap us here, but they're stupid enough to think that we should be grateful to them for some of the things they've done."

The expression of distaste that crossed DG's face made her own opinions on the matter abundantly clear.

"I'm DG," she added, "Welcome to Taxon."

[identity profile] tothelightshown.livejournal.com 2011-12-04 08:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"For what it's worth, I wish I didn't have to give it," said DG with an apologetic half smile. She'd made plenty of friends in the city, and she'd welcomed more than one of them like this, but the circumstances were far from ideal.

"Sometimes ... it's difficult to explain, but sometimes things go wrong with the city. People act strangely until they manage to fix it."

[identity profile] tothelightshown.livejournal.com 2011-12-12 06:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"In a manner of speaking."

Based on what she'd seen and what the hamsters had told them on the rare occasions that they decided to make an appearance, it was more of a technical malfunction. But an illness was a good analogy, particularly for someone who came from a world without that sort of technology.

"There's no cure. We just have to wait it out."