taxonomites | Entries tagged with { charlotte blaine

notcursed.livejournal.com

When the tablet comes on, there's Toby. He's looking pretty good despite the faint red, healing scratches across his face, care of Cassie. Well, good enough that he's decided to show his face publically over these things again, anyway. And for Toby, standards are somewhat high.

He's sitting at his kitchen table, and there's light filtering in through the window. Pausing for just a moment, Toby glances somewhere offscreen.

"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a little get-together this weekend for, uh, Thanksgiving - Canadian Thanksgiving, I mean - who would wanna show up?"

Dean, there is a Mom-look reserved for you. Shut up.

"It'd be even better if everyone could bring something with them. I'll take care of the turkey." ... So maybe Toby had a foster mom who taught him how to cook like a badass, what of it? "If not... hey. That's cool too. So let me know. It might be nice."

He smiles, and then the transmission cuts.

thecheerleader.livejournal.com

[Claire has been sitting on this idea for a couple of days. She's hesitant to act on it with Peter and Nathan in the city, but they'll get over it eventually. She clears her throat and makes sure she's on the right setting before pitching her question to whoever might be listening.]

Has anyone figured out how to get their bracelet off?

In theory, if someone were to, um, cut off their wrist, would they be forced to put on a new bracelet, or would it be gone for good?

Current Mood: curious

theonlysunshine.livejournal.com

Fortified by tea, orange juice, and a somewhat stale muffin, Sunshine thought she may just have pulled herself into decent enough shape to accept a visitor. She was dressed, at least, and would be able to open the door and hold a conversation.

And maybe she'd be able to do this sort of thing more often again, if Charlotte's plan worked.

She really hoped that Charlotte's plan would work.

gotaplan.livejournal.com

[Sounds like somebody's just woken up from a not-so-good dream.]

... no. No, no, no.

It can't be.

[ ooc: we're bumpin' up to 5x03. ]

theonlysunshine.livejournal.com

[ There's silence, for a moment. Then, Sunshine's voice, sounding like she's running out of breath and a little dehydrated. Basically, she sounds sick. ]

Okay, so, weird question, but... [ Another pause, before she plunges on ] There are magic-handlers here, right? Do any of you know how to manufacture, I guess that's the word, sunlight? Real sunlight, not whatever they're lighting this place with.

[ She pauses for longer than she had before, then adds in a quiet voice with a hint of desperation ] It's important.

ancient-monkey.livejournal.com

( Introducing Daniel Jackson, cut for length )

aesthetic_mojo

After a few nights with no meaningful sleep to speak of, Charlotte had had enough. When she opened her eyes two dozen times to see if the man sleeping next to her was who he was supposed to be, she knew something had to change. She didn't watch him like a hawk while they were awake, but she did touch him periodically. Not with her body, but with her mind. Delicate touches meant to reassure her he was who he was supposed to be, not to connect them.

This last little trick of the invisible things that held them was one too many. Feeling like the only thing she could hold onto was a pair of tessering kittens was not enough. They were starting to complain she held them too tightly, for one thing. Vivienne stayed close to her, though, often appearing just as Charlotte did one of her reaches for John.

Enough was enough. She had protected herself for almost twenty years with no help from anyone. Why did she think she couldn't do it there? The rules seemed to work, magic did what she expected it to, so why not use it the way she was able? Leaning on John wasn't acceptable. She told herself it was because the place could take him away again, but in a deeper place she knew it was because she wasn't ready to trust he'd be there at all. He'd given her no reason to doubt. She just wasn't ready.

( She didn't tell John where she was going, just that she needed to stretch her legs. )

OOC: This is open to anyone who would have seen her heading out that way, seen her at the Magic Shop or the bar, or who might have picked up on her not so little magical display. In short, it's OPEN!

hadthisfeeling.livejournal.com

In his old flat in London, back in his time, Eric Finch had not really made a home of his living space. It was primarily used for sleeping, and rarely anything else. Occasionally Dominic had popped over for an hour or two, when they needed to further discuss details of a particularly complex case (and in the case of Codename V, that had been a more frequent occurrence), but that was it. Finch never entertained, had no real friends to speak of, and had not had a relationship of any sort in almost two decades. He was very much married to his work, and had no real need or desire to change things.

Since he'd been here, however, he'd started to interact with people like he'd never really done in his world; and though he wouldn't admit it without great reluctance, meeting people and forming tentative friendships really wasn't that bad. In fact, it was rather nice.

However, suddenly waking up in his temporary accommodations to find a woman in his bed, one whom he'd never met before at that, was not at all a pleasant surprise.

He'd seen enough in his many years that the sight wasn't enough to make him jump or scream in alarm, but Finch did sit up abruptly, speaking loud enough for his mysterious bed mate to hear, "Oh, bloody hell..."

likeajoan.livejournal.com

Things have been a little on the insane side of eventful recently at Taxon for Buffy, and she's feeling quite adrift. Generally at such times she finds the best solution is to locate the nearest vampire/demon and pummel them for a while to work out the kinks, but as there's a distinct lack of those, she's decided to seek refuge (read: avoid people) in the cemetery.

It's not the most frequented corner of the city, and whilst she'd been annoyed to have brought it with her initially, it did have a spot she was drawn to whenever she felt lost. So she's sitting on the grass next to her mother's grave, studying the ground absently. Naturally she'd forgotten to disable her tablet, so her private time is a little less private than she'd been hoping for, but then brooding people are made to be bothered.

lessritual.livejournal.com

The man with bleached-platinum, gelled-back hair blinked slowly as the device turned on. This wasn’t his free junker of a car, and it certainly wasn’t southern California. He looked around cautiously, wondering if maybe he’d drunk too much and actually managed to pass out- but seeing as this obviously wasn't a bar either, he doubted it. What he saw, he didn’t completely recognize, but the silver walls and featureless aspect of the room...well, that he was more familiar with.

“Bloody hell,” he said under his breath, checking himself over. It only took a moment for him to notice the bracelet, and one more to notice that it wasn’t coming off. “Bloody hell,” he repeated, more loudly. “Not this sodding thing again.”

He looked up at the ceiling, where he assumed the cameras would be. “Look, I don’t know what clever antics you think you’re pulling, but I didn’t just go through Hell to get stuck in your shiny new vampire testing facility. And I don’t fancy your little med-alert accessory, either. So as much time and effort as it must have taken to drop me here? Thanks, but no thanks.”

He ignored the little gadget entirely and strode to the door, with more bluster than he felt. After surviving Hell and checking to make sure everything in Los Angeles was situated, he really just wanted to go find a bar and enjoy himself for a few days, somewhere far away from Angel and Illyria and the fate of the world. He deserved a vacation, not this mess.

He was unsurprised when the door wouldn’t open, but he banged on it anyway. “You hear me, you tossers?! I’ll find a way out of here! I’ve led revolts in joints classier than this!”

savethemoney.livejournal.com

Maybe it wasn't the smartest for Anya to go check out her tablet-whatever-thing in her total, overwhelming and completely justified fury. She didn't care! Something stupid had happened and she needed to fix it!

Just who in the many dimensions of Hell did D'Hoffyn think he was?! This wasn't what she wanted and this wasn't the solution that they'd agreed on! Her ire was pretty obvious, dark hair partly coming out of the tie that held it back, and her frustration and exhaustion carried through into her voice as she started yelling at the tablet. "Hey! HEY! D'Hoffryn! This isn't funny!"

The demon's expression darkened a bit, before slipping towards sadness. "I told you to kill me! Undo the stupid wish and kill me, not send me to another world you-- big, stupid, control freak! Yeah! I said it! You-- oppressor of women!"

One cry of frustration later and a childish flomping over, and she was done. Stupid, lame, wish-his-face-would-fall-off D'Hoffryn.

Finally, a quiet lament. "I want poptarts."

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte wandered the whole park before settling in the very same swing a certain little girl had enjoyed so much. She couldn't know that, of course. All she knew was that as a child, she'd never been pushed on a swing. For as many times as she'd seen it done as an adult, no one had ever pushed her since reaching the age of majority, either. The motion wasn't difficult. In fact, it was remarkably automatic. That didn't make the sensation any less curious.

Before long, she was going higher than she expected and she felt a moment of panic. Her legs flailed as she worked to slow the swing. When she was firmly on the ground again, she leaned against the chain of the swing. "Well, that was interesting. And they let little kids do that? What the hell else did I miss out on?"

detectivedrake.livejournal.com

One moment Alex had been lying on the ground in a London street, the searing pain of a bullet eating through her gut as she felt the life draining out of her, the world fading to white before her eyes, her colleagues- Gene, Chris... all of them, staring down at her, hopelessly immobile.

The next, she finds herself cold and very much conscious, lying on the floor in a metal room she doesn't recognize. She sits herself up, bewildered, before checking her stomach, almost in a daze. Finding no trace of a bullet wound, she totters to her feet, reaching out to touch the smooth walls, solid and real.

"No... no, this isn't-- I was supposed to go home, this isn't-- this can't be the hospital. Am I dead?" She mutters to herself, turning in circles on the platform, before raising her voice to address no-one. Or anyone that might be listening.

"Is anyone there? Is it still 1982?" It certainly didn't look like it, she thought, continuing regardless. "Am I dead? Is this the afterlife?"

Her voice echoes into nothing, and as confusion is rapidly turning into 'pissed off', she turns to practical matters, her eyes scanning the room and lighting upon the tablet. She picks it up, warily poking at it, and adding, loudly and with a good amount of reproach:

"Because if it is, the pearly gates leave a lot to be desired-- and Saint Peter's a lazy sod."

islegendary.livejournal.com

The one thing that has gone right for Jack today is this: the visual doesn't show everything. What it does show is him, cuffed to his own bed and missing his shirt. As for the lower half, ya can't see that. but it does appear he has a blanket at least. Maybe pants under there too. He also has a few junk food wrappers thrown about.. and there does appear to be a pile of "fresh" twinkies in a pile next to him. So he doesn't starve....? Who knows.

"Okay... I know how this looks... and it--" he glanced down at himself, "--well, I wish it was what looks like."

"Anyway! Uh... need somebody.. to come uncuff me," he paused for half beat, "Preferably, a naked Vala but not before she--" and there you have it. The color drains from his face completely. For the first time sine Daniel disappeared, he is glad his friend is not here.

"...f-forget I said that part... for the sake my ego..."

He clears his throat and tries again, "I'd really li--" Huh. He can't seem to say what he wants to say. ".... I'd like out of these c--" he swears under his breath when he can't say it. He wants to say he would really like out of these cuffs. He tries a couple more times to say that and it fails. Finally he settles on the truest statement he has, "Can somebody just help me, for crying out loud!?"

Jack has no idea if his cabin is locked or not.... who knows if anyone can help.

He is especially troubled that he can't seem to lie to himself either. He looks more upset after he tried to speak than he did before.

OOC; During the must tell-the-truth part of the glitch. Have fun kids.

glowingseer.livejournal.com

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte got up early that morning and ended up on the back patio with the kittens. After a half an hour of telling the kittens all about her childhood in response to the simplest meows, she decided it was time to take a walk. She left a note for John that had more crossed out than legible. In the end all it said was, "Going for a walk. Be back."

She walked a good bit of the city before heading back to the house. A few blocks before she got back, she found the stoop of an empty house to sit on and turned her tablet on to see what was happening in town. She didn't really watch for long before turning on the visual feed and asking a question of whoever might be listening.

"What's your favorite spot in Taxon?"

She asked, of course, because she had spent the whole walk thinking about her childhood and wasn't much in the mood to go back to the house.

sirachi.livejournal.com

Siri Tachi was restless, to say the least. At first, she'd laid low, taking advantage of the quiet serenity this place had provided her with, a stark contrast to the harsh sparks of war that she'd been faced with back in her own galaxy. Now, however, that ability to bask in the calm (nevermind the 'glitches' people seemed to be experiencing that caused the Force to ripple in ways she sometimes found difficult to ignore) was wearing thin and she itched for something to do, for excitement that was deserving of her attention and was something she didn't feel hesitant about getting involved in due to being out of place here. This wasn't her world, her people, her problems. It was that stubborn mindset that prevented her from really befriending anyone here. It had been that way back at the Jedi Temple during her youth, too. The few friendships she'd had were now tarnished or completely disintegrated. Attachments...she was better off without them, right?

Holding out her hand, she called the hilt of her lightsaber to her hand telekinetically, pressing her thumb to the right trigger to activate the violet blade and set to going through a series of basic moves as the lightsaber hissed and hummed as it sliced through the air. It had been a while since she'd practiced with it and it was senseless to let oneself get sloppy due to a lack of need for such talents.

glowingseer.livejournal.com

Okay. This place really needed a pick-me-up. Like right now. With the glitches and the creepy thoughtless creeps and the weird god-like creatures running around and beating people up...

Cordelia remembered her conversation with Charlotte, and with this in mind she picked up her tablet and addressed everyone.

"So I was thinking." Clearly not a good thing, but, whatever. "What do you guys think of a night out of town, with the party and the fun? And by 'night out of town' I mean in the hotel right here in Taxon, and by 'party and the fun' I mean the gown-and-tuxedos-wearing kind?"

Formal party? Yay? Nay?

valaunbound

One pigtailed and bikini clad Vala back from her day at the beach is sitting on the sidewalk infront of... nothing. Absolutely nothing. It's gone, the house, the garden, the ridiculously tidy borders, all the content - all of his things, there's not even any evidence there was ever a house here, except for the pile of her own clothes and her jewelry box beside her.

She doesn't turn the tablet on or send out any panicked message - he's gone. Back to where they both should be, she knows this. She should probably be grateful for that fact, but she's never felt as alone as she does right now. Only weeks after they'd kissed and she'd finally felt like she belonged somewhere, with someone - only to have it ripped away by this miserable stupid place.

"Well if you regretted your decision Daniel, you just should have said. I'd have moved out. There was no need to go to these lengths." She laughs, tears rolling down her cheeks despite her willing this not to affect her.

"I should have anticipated it I suppose, what did you expect Vala - happily ever after? Who's to say he was even in his right mind, knowing how this place messes with people's minds."

And then she brightens, a sudden desperate theory hitting her. It's just Taxon messing with her mind, he's not gone at all. She turns the tablet on to visual frantically.

"Daniel, where did they move you to? Where's the house? Where are you?" Even as she asks the questions she knows she's wasting her time though, with every word her desperation grows, grasping at straws.

Current Mood: distressed

notcursed.livejournal.com

When the tablet comes on, it comes on to show Toby looking a bit uneasy and tired.

"Hey," he begins, looking like he's thinking about how to word what he's going to say. "Listen... not that there's any doubt that these new people aren't normal, but it might be good to know... they don't have a single thought in their heads. None, it's like... there's just nothing. I mean, this has happened before, but this... this is different. You know, with some people it's a brick wall, but with these guys it's like an empty hole or a blank space."

He sighs, unsettled.

"I don't know about you guys, but I'm beyond creeped out by now."

((ooc: FEARLESS LEADERS, I ASSUMED THIS FROM OUR CONVERSATION. If I screwed up, break glass for mallet, use at will.))