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This is not the torture-ridden, meathook sporting, hellish (oh puns) Hell she was expecting. "Figures I'd end up in some brand new holding cell," she mutters. Then again Lilith's the twisted one who punted her ass back to Hell so it shouldn't be too surprising she's someplace weird.

She finally moves after a full minute of staring at the exciting room in front of her in an attempt to figure things out from what height the pedestal gives her. Her first move? To snatch up the weird iPhone within perfect arms reach so she can she start prodding at it.

"Shit. What kind of stupid phone is this?" All right so this isn't exactly an iPhone - or a cheap knockoff - like she thought it might be. Fine then. There probably isn't an app for finding out where the hell she really is anyway. But that doesn't stop her from continuing her prodding at the poor tablet.

Ruby distractedly walks toward the door in front of her. Might as well since there's nothing else to see in this room. Somewhere someone should be wandering around that can tell her what's with the white room.

[ooc; she's baaack! >3 only this time she's fresh from the S3 season finale so no S4!Ruby bs here 8Db]

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Jul. 14th, 2009 10:20 pm
[identity profile] dexmcduff.livejournal.com
[Dexter, uh... clears his throat!]

Um... hi, Taxon! This is Dexter. I guess for all... uh, three of you who know me. Just... thought I'd just say that I've been exploring for the last week, and I'm not dead. Or anything. If anybody was wondering where Roy and I took off to.

So... this is a bit late, but I've gotta ask... what was with that sudden demographic boom? These people are creeping me out.
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Billy has finally got a handle on Taxon, and he's making his grand debut.

This means that he's played around with the hatches, got his lab coat and goggles, and is setting up his tablet in front of him so that he can broadcast like he does at home. He's picked at the tablet, even tried to take it apart, but it didn't really like that much, so Billy stopped trying to break it open and instead started working on getting some internet function. At the moment, he's got the tablet recording on the visual function, mistakenly thinking it's the internet and that he's talking to his normal blog viewers back home. It's not quite the same, and he has to sit closer because the tablet is a lot different than a webcam, but it's something, at least. Looking pleased with his efforts, he clears his throat and starts to speak.

"Hey, viewers. Dr. Horrible here, coming to you from this weird place called Taxon. I've got no idea how I got here, which totally sucks, because as you all know, I've got a job to do. Figures I'd be kidnapped on the one day I'm about to prove myself to Bad Horse. I mean, come on, out of all the times I could've been taken somewhere, they take me when it's important. And to a place that doesn't even have..."

He stops there, and adjusts his goggles, looking vaguely irritated. He's checked the map a thousand times, and there's no Penny. There's the laundry place from back home, but no Penny. Sigh. He continues on.

"Anyway, so I'm in this weird place, but that's not going to stop me from working on my Freeze Ray. There's these hatch things here that give me the pieces, so I guess it's not all bad. Except Captain Hammer is here. Again, that figures. I've been-- planning his demise. And that means I can't run into him, so I've been strategically avoiding him while I develop my plans."

Pause for a firm nod. He's not hiding, he's just planning. Right.

"I've got things to do, so this is just a broadcast to all those viewers out there that I'm still alive and well, and that Captain Hammer had better watch out. Signing off."

And he clicks off the visual function.


[[ooc: Billy doesn't quite realize that people can recognize him with his goggles and lab coat on. He thinks he's being sneaky and covering up his true identity. So feel free to burst his bubble, though he'll probably deny it to the end.]]

1; [holo]

Jul. 3rd, 2009 11:35 pm
[identity profile] dexmcduff.livejournal.com
"Duffy, lay off the pre-sleep pizza."

There's a young man on the pedestal this time, hand on his forehead in exasperated realisation. It's weird, of course, that he's actually managed a lucid dream for the second time in his life, but the first time, he'd actually tried. And the first time, he'd actually been sleeping beforehand, which he seems to remember now. The hand comes down in a more shocked sort of realisation, and he looks around.

What the hell, Dexter. Sleep? He'd just been walking to the basement, very, very far away from any... space agey beam-me-up things. And that's about when he notices the bracelet fused to his wrist, his panic becoming more and more apparent in his expression. One, it's not coming off. Two, digging at it hurts like hell. Three, the bracelet's not the only thing on his arm. A small, bright green gecko skittles its way down his forearm, stopping next to the metal. Dexter stares at it.

"Roy?! How did you get -- okay, okay: bigger things afoot, you just... stay there."

Well, the teenager thinks, eyes darting around the room wildly, no way is flailing around post-abduction going to get you anywhere. He falters, glances at his violated wrist and his confused gecko, then clears his throat.

"Take me to your leader...?" He intones at the last possible second - voice cracking, to boot - feeling like a total tool.

"Hello? Uhh, bridge? Star Command? Captain? Houston? ... Petey? Shaun! Somebody, help me out here! I'm stuck in a tin can, probably losing oxygen and all I have is a - this thing, Roy and a -- hoooly souped-up iPhone."

He picks the device up and squints at it, lifting his head a little and squinting to see it more closely under his glasses.

"Is this thing transmitting or something?"
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The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.





OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.
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