taxonomites | Entries tagged with { john everton

tattooedfacts.livejournal.com

Leonard's sat on the bed in his crummy motel room, adding to the Taxon tattoo he's given himself on his right inner forearm. He has the tablet open because he text stored some important information on there about how people arrive here, in a metal chamber and the whole transmat beam deal. Maybe if he remembered half the shit about Taxon besides the minimal 'Taxon - Stuck Here - Hatches free food/cash' he currently has botch tattooed on his arm he'd be able to reply to people's tablet submissions more and wouldn't feel so damn clueless and actually get his head round this place. But after spilling the ink on the bed and getting distracted cleaning it up, now he's forgotten what he was even doing, and what the fuck he was supposed to be tattooing.

His shirt's off, revealing the full array of his chest and arm tattoos, next to him is the now empty pot of indian ink, a huge black ink stain on the bed covers, several needles and a bottle of JD for the pain and cleaning the needles and the wound. The red raw inked tattoo wound which is now not even barely started, save for a capital 'A'.

At some point during the ink spilling, Leonard knocked the tablet into holo record mode, and his 'fucks' and 'shits' and frustration at forgetting have all been recorded. Angrily, he grabs the JD bottle and just starts to drink the bourbon instead.

diedwithit.livejournal.com

He needs air.

Cian has had nothing but the free range of it for weeks, but every evening upon waking it's been a necessity, a routine; he feels trapped, like a rat in a cage, and that calls for the open air, however off it may be in this mockup of a city. Just as the sun is only a reproduction, so is the night. It's close enough, though, he has to tell himself. If he doesn't, he's sure he'll go mad.

The vampire is standing on the corner of a street at the centre of Taxon, leaning against a streetlight, just watching for any people still wandering about and breathing in the cool night air.

lapsedsaint

[John's not ready to show his face yet. He knows he's done bad things, even if he still doesn't know what they are.]

How goes the investigation into where we are? I can't just sit around anymore. ~~I can't wait around to see what happens next.~~

[ooc: Strikes are mumbled, can maybe be made out.]

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte never slowed as they went from Buffy's house to John's. The cats had been left with plenty of food and water for another two days if need be, but Charlotte had been gone too long. They were just babies and shouldn't be alone. It made her a little sea sick to realize they would be missing John, too. They would welcome him home enthusiastically and she would have to turn the alcohol back on.

She hadn't slowed for him as they walked and she didn't wait for him at the door, either. Instead she strode in and called for the kittens. Before the words were out of her mouth, Vivienne was on her shoulder and her brother was crying for John.

Charlotte pulled the kitten down to her chest and sat on the floor with her, rocking as the petted the squirming girl.

lapsedsaint

John's head hurt. A lot. His face, too. And he was tied to a chair. In a room. Somewhere. He had no idea where.

The last thing he could remember was going to sleep next to Charlie. And now... This was getting a little ridiculous. He licked his lips, feeling swelling and tasting blood. A quick survey of his body informed him that he had been beat up.

This was very much getting to be old.

He looked around, then called out loudly. "Hello? HELLO! Someone?!?"

[ooc: John is back. And he has no idea where he is. Someone help him? Also! His glitch posts are still open. So keep playing there!]

lapsedsaint

Asher really wanted to find that dog. He could smell were it had been, but he hadn't been able to locate it. Surely he could use the replicators to get what he needed. He'd call the little Pomeranian Pacman 2.0. And he would do a better job this time of splicing the genes.

He just needed to find the damn thing. "Here Puppy! I've got a treat for you."

[ooc: This is the hunter post. Winchesters, Scoobies, anyone, here's your chance to hunt Asher down. Just no killing him. Also, if the Pomeranian turns up, Asher would be greatly amused and happy. And easily caught.]

lapsedsaint

Asher had kept Charlie restrained and weak in the house for days while he learned about where he was. Going back through the tablet's archives explained why the sunlight didn't bother him, it was artificial and lacked the heavy UV component that was so deadly to his kind. He also learned that the replicator hatches could make almost anything. Not that they could make what he needed.

Charlie was becoming too weak to continue feeding from, so it was time to go out and see what other tasty morsels this place had to offer. Perhaps starting in the city center, he could find someone delicious. Before he left, he knocked Charlie out, trusting that she would be unconscious until he returned.

[ooc: First, I apologize for how late this is. Life got weird on me and busy. Second, this is the open victim/hunter post. Anyone who wants to be a victim of Asher's (you know who you are), start a thread and we'll do it. Any questions, PM me.]

lapsedsaint

This was not were Asher had gone to sleep. He knew that for certain. This place was different. It smelled different. And there was a warm body next to time. A human body. And the sun was out. Why was the sun out? Why could he feel it, without it burning? It didn't make any sense.

Not that it mattered at the moment. There was a warm body next to him. A woman. And she smelled good. He rolled toward her and slipped an arm around her waist. His lips pressed to the back of her neck, then slowly around to the side, where he could feel her pulse.

"So alive."

aesthetic_mojo

Set fairly soon after Mr. Xander Harris' glitch ends.

Charlotte could at least say she had made less of a fool of herself than some of the others. She'd barely touched Xander, who would need an apology and explanation at some point. She'd told the other women to cool it and wait out the effects of whatever spell that was. And, she hoped, she'd only managed to annoy John and not really piss him off.

She tried to be respectful of his dislikes, but this pure out hadn't been under her control. She didn't think that was going to help much, though. Not nearly as much as she'd like, anyway.

When she got back to the house, she straightened out the clothes she'd been wearing for almost thirty six hours, brushed her fingers through her hair, and walked in the front door. She tried really hard not to flinch when the door shut behind her. He wasn't going to shoot her or anything. Or burn her at the stake. Hopefully.

"John?"

Just as she spoke, the kittens appeared at her feet, both complaining loudly and snaking around her feet. She really wasn't ready for them at all.

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte has hidden in a corner, having followed Xander under cover of her own spell that makes her very hard to see unless you are really looking. Or have a counter spell active. More than ready to jump in and stop things, mostly she was just appalled. Plenty of people seemed to know what's going on, but they don't care to STOP and go to separate corners. Never mind she stalked the boy, that doesn't count. She was helpful and only had Xander's best interests at heart.

Having watched yet another woman send out messages about how horrible Xander was while he struggled to convince an angry husband that it wasn't his fault, Charlotte was done with it. She took a deep breath and started talking.

"This is love? You have one little set back and you think he is at fault. If you really loved him, you wouldn't be saying things like that. You'd be making his life easier, being understanding." She shook her head. "What a bunch of shallow little girls. You act like you've never been in love before."

Charlotte, of course, has never been in love and the time in Taxon is the longest she's shared space with anyone. That also doesn't matter. It has anchored her a little and she sighs deeply. "John? I'll be back as soon as this is over. Are the cats okay?"

aesthetic_mojo

Three weeks in prison. At least her prisons always came with gardens to walk in and decent company. Charlotte certainly couldn't complain about the man who had allowed her into his home. Or into a facsimile of his home, anyway. John was easy to live with. He cleaned up after himself, didn't say he minded her spreading her stuff out on a spare table, and he barely snored. The fact that as erstwhile lovers they treated each other like an old married couple was odd, but not too unsurprising. They weren't in a relationship. They were just....together.

And they were stuck there.

She knew John had spoken to some of the others about investigating their surroundings. Not much more had happened with that, but at least he was getting to know some of their fellow prisoners. She was pretty much just puttering around the place. By nature she was only impulsive in one arena. Since she'd satisfied that by moving in, she had hung back, watching the others and playing with the replicator. Now it was time to do something, so she set her tablet on the table next to her and addressed her fellow lab rats.

"Greetings everyone. Hope our little cage is treating you all well. Gods know the fake weather is good." She exhaled slowly. That wasn't the direction she wanted to go. "I know some of you military, law enforcement types are out there working on what's going on. I thank you for that. Unfortunately, I'm pretty useless with that line of inquiry."

She put her hand out flat and smiled slowly. As her expression changed, her focus went to the palm of her hand. After a moment, a dark blue flame grew there, dancing brightly. "I have other skills, ones I share with at least a couple people around here." The flame grew to the size of a soft ball, then imploded in a rainbow colored flash of sparks. "Maybe we should get together and make a plan for testing the limits of our captivity."

She looked back at the camera. "What do you say? We have a lovely patio out back. I could make some mint tea and we can pool our resources."

She blushed suddenly and looked down. "Oh, uhm, John? Do you mind if we have some company?"

skyfrome.livejournal.com

Let it never be said that Mal doesn't occasionally (very occasionally) listen to what he's told. After some not-so-subtle prodding from Inara about Taxon's woeful lack of an organized escape effort, he'd taken the advice to heart. And the following speech, delivered from his room in Serenity (albeit in a fairly casual manner) is the product of said prodding. Also, his very strong desire to get off this rock.

"Hello, esteemed Taxon residents and neighbors! I'm Captain Malcolm Reynolds, and if I might beg less than thirty seconds of your attention, that would be very much appreciated, 'cause I intend to be brief.

Forgive me for statin' the painfully obvious, but it seems we're all in a whole special new kind of mess of trouble here, and it also seems that we ain't exactly gettin' much closer to figurin' out a solution.

And by 'solution', I do mean, most emphatically, a 'way out', not a way to make ourselves more comfy and our rations less bitter to swallow. ...not that I don't have a fond appreciation for the 'burgers' in this place, 'cause they are... really not the point here.

Now, by my reckoning, we've got all manner of folk here-- all manner of talented, intelligent and resourceful folk, who, if they had the notion to unite their efforts and work together, might even have half a hope of gettin' us out of this gorram cave.

...I should probably mention, at this stage in the proceedings, that I ain't one of those folk. I'm just a man knows his way 'round a gun and a couple of sharp pointy things besides, but if you ARE one of those folk-- I think now would be an excellent opportunity for a meeting of some minds.

...and mouths. Talkin' goes better with those, I find."

lapsedsaint

[Have some morning coughing, gotta love those smokers and drinkers, followed by the sound of a cigarette being lit]

So, I've decided that this is not a dream. Yes, it's taken me this long. Miss Serra, you'll be happy to know that you are no longer an alien. Al that being said, now I'm curious.

Who's working on figuring out where we are and what this place is? I'm getting a bit of cabin fever and I thought I might be of some assistance in the inquiry.

lapsedsaint

[ooc: Backdated to May 9]

He put his tablet away and stood up. He was still trying to get used to finding his house there, wherever there was. He had not been back to the place in a little while, not since the last time he'd been on admin leave for discharging his weapon. The place was a mess. It hadn't really been lived in for any length of time in years.

It was a simple, two-bedroom rancher, modest by Cambridge standards. But it was his. And it was filled with his things, such as they were. One bedroom had an unassuming bed and dresser, a closet of things that he never wore. The other bedroom was an office and, as such, was filled with boxes. He couldn't even remember what was in most of them. The rest of the house--living room, den, dining room, and kitchen--was minimally furnished and even the addition of a replicator did little to mess with that not-lived-in aesthetic.

He opened the front door for her, then went to the replicator in the kitchen. Two beers and a couple of Reuben sandwiches were the order for her visit. He was even satisfied with the quality of the kraut. It reminded him of the corner delis in New York. Hopefully it would remind her, too.

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte sat at an empty table in her apartment, nothing on the glass top but a single, empty, wine glass. Even her kittens were out of sight. There's a whole lot of nothing but an increasingly morose blonde.

"I am bored. I haven't been bored in...twenty five years? At least. This is ridiculous."

She looked over at the tablet, so she looked straight out to anyone viewing. "What are we supposed to do here? My job is effectively moot in a place like this. There isn't even a hamster wheel to run on."

hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com

All right. Inara had had enough of hiding in her shuttle. Mal had been out into the city and had come back with a shiny knife, who knew what she'd find? So far everyone and everything on the network had seemed harmless...and just in case she took care to buckle on the target-shooting luger pistol that those niches in the wall had supplied for her in a hidden thigh holster.

Obviously her career was on hold at the moment until they worked out where they were, why they were there and got back to civilization somehow, but it still felt odd to go out dressed in anything less than layers of embroidered silk and skirts. And with the clever devices that provided whatever style and color she could want at no apparent cost getting dressed nicely wasn't a problem.

Wrapping a shawl low on her arms in a deep red patterned with gold that matched the dress she'd put on she hesitated at the cargo bay doors. Should she leave some kind of word?

Hmph. Nobody left word with her when they went out exploring for knickknacks to steal. If anyone needed her or was curious about where in the world she'd wandered off to, she had her tablet device with her and it would, she'd learned, let people know where she was. Some days she'd just ended up watching the little dots move around on her own display...

So, for the sake of not becoming a crazy hermit who obsessed about people's dots, she finally exited with a suspicious look up at the sky. She wondered if it would do that thing again where it had been day all night and the others said they saw the cave walls behind it. The landscape was downright odd, like a work of 20th century modern art or the Ninth Wave hyper-realism movement in the 23rd with Victorian townhouses right next door to what appeared to be an empty lot full of strangely oversized stacked junk and across from a tiny idyllic forest spanning perhaps a single acre like something out of a fairy tale.

The more she wandered the closer she got to the Sanctuary, a place that unnerved her at best and so she skirted the edge of it, eventually creating herself a piece of fruit and a cup of tea in a nearby hatch and sitting down with it to rest, wondering if other people were out exploring like this.

[OOC: Open log, stop on by, talk to a spacehooker. It'll be good times!]

aesthetic_mojo

Had Charlotte not erected the same wards that kept the kittens in her New York apartment, they would have surely followed after her. As it was, they gave her particularly nasty looks when she left them behind. The combination of those expressions and what she'd seen in John's eyes made her feel like the worst kind of heartless bitch. None of this was her fault. She'd kept her head down for decades, damn it. By the time she reached the Sanctuary, she seethed with resentment. She shouldn't have to hold his hand about this. He should be explaining to her why they were there and how they were going to get out.

She strode up to him and glared. "Mr. Everton. Welcome to Taxon."

lapsedsaint

John was quite certain that this was not his hotel room. It didn't look like a hotel room. It looked like... it looked like one of the medical suites at the New York field office. Only more high tech, like a sci-fi movie. He was laying on the floor. This was not good.

He sat up and groaned, his hand going to his eyes as they closed. He had been drinking, yes. But not enough to warrant this level of hallucination. After a few minutes, he opened his eyes again. No, nothing had changed. This was not his room.

This was not good.

He managed to get himself to his feet and look around. It still looked a little like one of the medical suites, but something was off. The bracelet on his wrist was new. The weird pedestal was new. And the thing on it, also new.

He picked up the tablet and managed to notice it was activated while he was pressing buttons. The camera turned on and showed him looking a bit hung over and very confused. "Well, this isn't a bar. And it isn't a church. It's not my hotel. And it's not the field office. So where am I? What is this thing and why can't I make it work?"