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fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

As usual, Dean's life sucks.

But that's not the point, or the focus of Dean's attention at the moment-- no, as much as he'd love to angst about the fact that his mother is nowhere to be found, and that he's having issues with everything ever, and he might possibly-- be... dating, he's not sure if that's the right word, but, whatever it is he's got going on with a certain werewolf-- that's all at the back of his mind, currently. Because right now, Dean is going around Taxon trying to find a hatch that doesn't only give out green shirts and booze. Not that he has a problem with the alcohol-- hell, that's probably the only redeeming part of today.

Unfortunately, Dean's a bit grouchy, because the damn Extras will not stop pinching him. Yes. Pinching. Dean's not entirely sure what day it is anymore, but if he's judging by Taxon's stupid sense of humor, it's probably St. Patrick's Day. Normally, this would not be a day for Dean to complain on, but normally he doesn't get pinched by every person in the world for not wearing green.

The tablet's on, but it's in his pocket, so Taxon is greeted with a lovely visual of the inside of his jacket. And of course, the audio clicks on just as Dean is growling out: "-- goddamn podperson that pinches me is getting a bullet to the face, I swear to--"

There's a rustling noise, a noise of frustration, and then-- bang, a gunshot, accompanied by a, "Oh god!" and a few screams.

... Well, Dean is a man of his word.

levilup.livejournal.com

New Years Eve.

Levi is ready, decked out in his party suit, and a lot of makeup. He's just finished his preparations, and he's sitting in his living room, waiting patiently for Cordelia to arrive, and then the guests. Of course, the party isn't taking place in his living room. That's much too small for such a large event.

He's having a party in his basement.

His basement is huge, and he's decked it out in lights and such that he's hatched. All of it has a New Years theme, somehow; Levi's good at throwing parties, he knows how to decorate. The room is basically like a nightclub. It's dark, but clear of most beams and supports; there are couches and chairs, and a bar to the far end, stocked with just about every type of alcohol imaginable (as well as a few different types of blood). Here and there, there's potted plants and trees in clumps, as well as a giant throne, surrounded by those plants, further along on the back wall. There's also a large stage towards the middle, with a dancing space out in front of it. And right above the stage is a giant clock, which Levi had set up earlier for the countdown later that night.

As for music, he's got a whole playlist, just waiting to be started. It's a huge mix of things, from pop-y dance music to slow songs for the couples. There's a few setlists, of sorts, pinned to the walls and the bar.

It's about ten minutes before the party arrives, and Levi is waiting impatiently.

[[ooc: Vaguely organized planning post here! If there's a song you suggested and you want it to be played, it will be. Just handwave it. So yes! Have fun. :D

EDIT: Subthread labeled for the countdown to midnight is up! Grab your date and tag there for kissy tiemz. :3]

likeajoan.livejournal.com

The tablet flickers on to reveal an uncharacteristically and somewhat excessively happy-looking Buffy, who apparently has something to say. Whilst beaming.

"Hi Taxon! I'm Bond. James Bond." Pause, before she bursts into a minor giggling fit. "Kidding! Really I'm Buffy. Summers, specifically-- and I just wanted to let you guys know that I'm totally sorry if I've tried to eat any of you lately. Well, not me exactly. There's this other me running around. I know, weird, right? Except she's all vampiric and creepy and with hair circa the mid-90s, which is a look I'm thinking I should've skipped. So yeah, if you see me, you should probably check that it's me-me first. Otherwise you could end up with some arterial bleeding, and that is just the un-funnest."

...yep.

[ooc: this is brought to you by Buddy, obviously. xD]

dexmcduff.livejournal.com

Dexter's been scarce. He's aware of this. He's also kind of annoyed with himself about it; he doesn't get quiet, he doesn't get depressed, so why he let himself get sad and reclusive after losing three friends, he's not sure.

It doesn't help that today's his nineteenth birthday and he's a long, long way from home.

It's probably when he's sitting in the quiet with his gecko, feeling sorry for himself, that he decides to stop being a downer. It's his nineteenth, dammit, an important milestone. He's supposed to be out having fun. Nothing wrong with making new friends, no matter how much he would've liked Billy or Kaylee or Abby to be here for this. So he puts Roy back in his tank, going for his tablet...

"Uh, hi," he says, and clears his throat. "So... what's the best thing to do on your nineteenth birthday?" Pause. "Like. Hypothetically."

levilup.livejournal.com

It’s a quiet afternoon in Levi’s mansion; the others are out hunting, so he and Shane had decided to take advantage of the silence, lazing around on the couch contentedly. They’re mostly on-and-off sleeping, Levi laying flat out on his stomach and Shane lying pretty much on top of him, curled up.

So, when Levi wakes up because the sudden lack of warmth on his back, he’s understandably pissed off by the change in location.

He’s curled up on the platform when he comes to, and he’s up in an instant, almost a blur. There’s no way that the movement could have been remotely human at all, and that impression is only furthered by the fact that as he does it, he lets out a hissing noise and bares his fangs, crouched and defensive like a cornered animal. He’s heard stories of vampires being taken, experimented on, turned into humans, but there’s no way that could have happened—he’d been in his mansion, and nobody knew where that was. Unless someone had betrayed him… but that’s not the important thing right now. He needs to figure out where Shane is. So, he lets the fangs fade back, but stays firmly in the defensive position.

“Shane! Shane, where are you?”

There’s a long pause, and when there’s no answer, Levi makes a frustrated noise, jumping off the platform to explore more thoroughly. Not that there’s much to explore.

“Listen to me. Whoever may be out there, lurking above? This is not amusing in the slightest. There will be no jumping through hoops lit on fire. Release me and Shane now, before I become angry,” Levi says, loudly enough for any cameras or such to hear him. He’s sure there’s someone watching his every move, and he will have none of that.

“Do you hear me? Let me out!”

glowingseer.livejournal.com

"Guys, let's have a chat, shall we? I'll go to the hotel. You better be there when I come in." These words were spoken in a sweet tone, but the intent behind them was far from sweet. Finally, finally after several weeks of wondering - should I, shouldn't I ask? - Cordelia had come to a decision. And it wasn't pretty.

She went to a hatch and took out a bottle of vodka - something she deemed was necessary for her chat with Angel and Wesley. She'd get one man drunk or bash the other over the head with it - whatever's necessary to get some answers. She's tired of playing the ignorant role that they've unwittingly assigned to her, and damnit, Cordelia was going to listen to how the hell her friends ended up working for the enemy. She knew she wouldn't like it - but at least she would know.

"Angel?" she called, stepping into the hotel. She deposited her tablet on the counter. "Wesley! Where are you? I need to--"

BAM.

The room spun, and somewhere in her head there was an incessant buzzing. The bottle she held crashed to the floor, breaking into pieces and spraying liquid everywhere. Cordelia took several steps back, her mind numb and aching and geez, was it a vision? Impossible! Visions weren't supposed to hurt anymore since she was--

--lost?

When she opened her eyes, she found herself alone in a lobby of some sort. There was a broken bottle in front of her; where did it come from? Frowning, she avoided the mess and looked around. No. She wasn't afraid. She wasn't!

"Hello?" she called timidly, heading towards the counter. "Anyone here?" She picked up a phone-like thing and peered at it curiously. "What... where the hell am I?"

[Cordelia's amnesia glitch. Hello salty confusion!]

abigailsciuto.livejournal.com

[Since her arrival, Abby had met a few people, but hadn't really come to trust anyone. She wasn't sure if she wanted to reveal the location of her lab just yet, so she disabled the visual function for today. She had been working for hours, just making busy-work for herself. After awhile, she grew frustrated. This was pointless. There wasn't any reason to go over old cases, and there wasn't anything she could find as a means to get out of her. Abby was bored, upset, and alone. She flicked on her tablet and made sure it was only on the 'voice' function before speaking.]

Anyone else get the feeling that this is the kind of place that people just bore themselves to death?

Current Mood: bored

lilgreasemonkey.livejournal.com

Kaylee felt that today, for no particular reason really, would be the day she'd go to actual stores for food instead of just hatching things up by the ranch and Serenity. She even made the effort to sift through the work shed to find a suitable basket to clean up for the task.

With her basket and tablet in hand she set out to wander around Central in search of strawberries, mangoes, strawberries, some duct tape for the engine room so she could get some wires under control, and strawberries.

Along the way she keeps stopping to chat with the Extras. Sure she believes they're all manner of creepifying but at the same time they are people (in some form) and so she cheerily talks to them.

Her tablet's on but she doesn't mind.

[ooc; feel free to poke at her, though attempts to ask her for some of her stash of strawberries may result in the Kaylee version of :< before she shares XD]

Current Mood: chipper

dexmcduff.livejournal.com

Dexter just doesn't pay attention sometimes. He's pretty darn observant when he does, but that's not always the case. That's how a falling picture frame sprained his shoulder last year, how everybody but him saw Kelly Preston's limo drive past the Commons last summer, and how he'd almost washed Roy with his laundry. More than twice.

So his tablet is on and recording and he hasn't noticed. Some kind of upbeat song is playing in the background, the words unintelligible from here, and Dexter is kind of grooving and mouthing along with them as he cleans Roy's tank. Nothing too theatrical. Next to the tank, Roy is hanging out on top of some palm leaves.

Squirt, squirt, squirt, wipe.

who-never-would.livejournal.com

The night of Cordelia's party. False stars glimmering overhead, and as the evening dwindled on and the guests wandered off to their own devices, the Doctor slipped away into the night. He speaks to no one on his way out of the party, instead smiles and waves genially, but he doesn't stop for smalltalk or last goodbyes. Walking down the street, the Doctor makes his way to where the TARDIS resides on a street-corner by the park. As he walks, his ship sings warningly in the back of his head, protesting what he's about to do the best she can. For the first time he can remember, he shuts her out. He ignores her. As he works through schematics and planning, the TARDIS' computers balk and snap sparks at him threateningly. He's starting to become too much like the Master.

He ignores her. One number slipped somewhere in his calculations would cause the entire sanctuary to dissolve into ash and rubble, and that isn't his goal. He doesn't want to hurt anyone, after all.

When he's finished, the Doctor grabs a duffle-bag left by one of his numerous companions, stuffing it full of explosives and timers. The charges for the empty city block had been laid several nights ago while the majority of the city slept. He needed to make sure that the city's keepers would respond, one way or another. Flipping open his PDA, the Doctor quickly thumbed out a text message to the Master. It read, "In prog. ETA 15 min to det on Sanc + blck."

He makes his way into the main Sanctuary, laying the charges along pivotal points in the building, making sure to follow the plans he had uploaded to his PDA precisely. It takes him ten minutes or so to walk the length of the building where the charges need to be set, and when he's finished, he begins tapping in the length of time for each individual charge, setting them to go off in several seconds within each other. Two minutes should give him enough time to get out of the building.

The Doctor looks behind him, at the stillness of the Sanctuary, at the havoc he's about to wreak upon Taxon. It needs to be done. He needs to see their captors. To see what they are, to know how to defeat them to buy these people their freedom. The guilt of his actions weighs like lead between his hearts, but he keeps walking, presses the button that lays underneath his finger and hardly feels any of it. The main doors close behind him, and he keeps walking at a calm, even pace. He does not run.

The silence of the dim hours of the morning crashes abruptly into noise and chaos as half of a city block and the arrival chamber in the Sanctuary collapse in upon themselves. Nearby parts of the city tremble as the buildings fall, and firelight licks at the blankness of the pre-dawn sky.

The Doctor stands some distance away from the Sanctuary, immobile, hands in his pockets, gazing out with black eyes onto the destruction he has just created.

[ooc: backdated to the night of Cordelia's party, I apologize for the long delay on this plot arc, work has eaten me and all of my spare time...]

needtoruleit.livejournal.com

Billy is sitting outside the Sanctuary, and he's working on an important project.

In fact, this important project is so important that he's mostly ignored every other project in his room for this one. His room is a whirlwind of broken bits and pieces of previous weapons he's assembled out of boredom, having used parts of the guns and things for his newest idea. It's almost impossible to walk through his room because of the mess, which is why he's sitting outside. He isn't really a fan of everybody seeing what he's working on, but he figures that people will probably not be against the idea of a gun that can get them home.

Well, and Billy doesn't have any place to work on the gun in his room.

He's fiddling with a few wires on the inside of the portal gun when he knocks his tablet against the side panel accidentally, causing it to turn on. With an irritated look, he tugs the tablet off of his wristband and sets it down gently next to him.

Of course, he doesn't realize it's on, as usual, so involved in his work. And yes, before you ask, he does have his goggles on. Don't diss the goggles, they give him inspiration.

dexmcduff.livejournal.com

Nobody has ever wanted to share a bed with Dexter, and that's a well-known McDuff family fact. Brianna always saw it as a punishment whenever they stayed somewhere away from home. Cousins did it once and never did it again, Petey turned it into some big joke and Shaun was turning out to be just as bad. When people share a bed with Dexter, it usually ends in black eyes and cold feet and squished bodies. Of course, no one in Taxon has had to worry about that. He's had his bed to himself, thank you verrah mooch, and isn't really expecting that to change any time in the near future.

So poor unsuspecting Dexter rolls over in a very cramped bed that isn't his, not even noticing when he elbows one Captain Tightpants in the face.

"Ngf."

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

It's a peaceful morning. The sun is shining, the Extras are milling about, and Dean Winchester is snoring in the bed he's claimed at Bobby's house.

He doesn't have sleep problems much anymore, since being in Taxon. In fact, he probably sleeps more than he needs to, seeing as there's nothing better to do. The bed has had a lot of use (though not quite in the way he would've liked) and now is no exception. He'd fallen asleep some time the night before, messing around with the tablet and trying to see if there was a instruction manual or something, maybe a Hitchhiker's Guide feature. No such luck, but it was worth a try.

This morning, he wakes up the way he usually does-- slowly. Dean needs coffee and bacon to function like a normal human being in the morning, so when he sits up and swings his legs over the side of the bed, it takes a long time to notice there's something in his bed with him. He doesn't even register the tablet propped up against the wall, recording a lovely visual of the room.

Dean's brain suddenly kicks into motion, and considering he's pretty sure he didn't bring anybody home and he definitely didn't bring home a guy, the first conclusion he arrives to is 'THERE IS SOMETHING IN MY BED GET OUT'. This leads to Dean grabbing for the knife he keeps under his pillow and immediately trying to stab at whatever it is that has lurked into his bed.

This is going to be an interesting morning.

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!]

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?

needtoruleit.livejournal.com

So now that Billy's free, he's gone back to skulking in the Sanctuary, building his freeze ray. However, after his last encounter with actual people, his freeze ray is now a broken, ashy pile of remains that he stuffed in the corner of his room. And now that he's back to square one, he's tired of being stuck in the same room all day.

Today, he's ventured out into the real world, or whatever one would call Taxon, and he's found his laundromat.

That's where people can find him, whether they're actually aiming to wash clothes or they're just curious as to why there's a laundromat in the middle of Taxon. Billy's not doing anything special, he's just sitting on one of the washing machines, staring rather forlornly out the window with a plastic container of frozen yogurt in his hands.

He also might be singing to himself, which the tablet might be recording on the voice function.

"Are you out there,
where the rainy days are clear?
Are you happy, close to the things
that you hold dear?
Wish you could hear me,
wish you were here, Penny..."

machinesgoping.livejournal.com

Topher turned on his tablet, set it to visual, and grinned for a moment before beginning.

"Hey! So, all of you that know me - or, if you don't and would like to -" here he grinned again, "I now have an apartment! It's in Central."

He reaches behind him to grab a pencil and a pad of paper, scribbles down the address, and holds it up to the camera so they can see. Putting the paper back down, he picks up the tablet and swings it around to show a view of part of his new place.

"It's clean now... but no guarantees it will be when you get here. I tend to have... piles of stuff. Mostly computer stuff. But that's all... so I now return you to your regularly scheduled programming!" And with a grin and a chuckle, he turns it off.

re-formed.livejournal.com

For a second, the combination of metal and white made David think this was a memory.

But the light was wrong, stronger and without that slight blue-green cast. And the room was completely wrong. He frowned. Modern architecture and decoration taken to an extreme. He was slightly dizzy, but the disorientation wasn't as strong as it was in most of his flashbacks. And his right wrist felt heavy, itched a little. Lifting it, he looked at the band that was evidently the cause. It was perfectly smooth, no clasp of any kind. He tugged at it. It wouldn't give.

This had to be a dream. That was different. He didn't often have dreams, let alone ones he was aware of. There was a term for that, wasn't there? “Lucid dream.” His voice sounded odd in this chamber.

What should he do?

Go with it, he guessed.

He stepped forward, out of the smaller chamber. There wasn't much to check in this room. Just a pedestal, and whatever was on it. One exit in front of him. He turned around. No exit hidden in the back. That made him uneasy, dream or no. There was something else back on the floor of the glass chamber, though. Stepping back up, he retrieved it.

His journal. “How did this...?” Well, it was a dream, why shouldn't it be here? He opened to a few random pages. It looked like it had everything in it. A photograph slipped out, he caught it before it could hit the ground and replaced it. He stood for a minute, contemplating the journal, the setting. It seemed he wasn't about to wake up soon.

He turned back towards the door. “Is anybody there?” Nothing. No voice, no sound of movement.

Probably best to look at that pedestal first. The thing on top seemed to be a recent cell phone, top of the line, slightly different from any he'd seen before. That fit with the futuristic theme. He picked it up, ran his fingers along the side. There was a stylus, and what was probably a volume control. The display was bright.

“This thing is on, isn't it? Can anybody hear me?”

dexmcduff.livejournal.com

So Dexter's been bored. Really bored. So bored that he's been thinking about the bucket test as seriously as he would any science experiment. He's even been practicing balancing a bucket on an ajar door -- what no one must ever know is that he drenched some perfectly good clothes in the process and just about drowned Roy, but that's irrelevant.

Well, he figures it won't be nearly as fun just by himself. He needs the other half of the team that spawned this idea to do this right.

"Heey, uh, Buffy? Are you up for some scientific fun with buckets?"

hearts-of-gold.livejournal.com

The visual comes on, sent to as many people as possible, and Inara's looking a bit...different-ey. Her hair is swept up into a refined, almost regal style and her expression is far harder than usual. Something in her eyes suggests that she is both very focused and very displeased about something, but when she speaks it's with a smile.

A not at all reassuring smile that seems like a thin veneer over superior disdain.

"I am not familiar with my surroundings. I can only assume that I have been captured by the enemies of the true path of Origin. This will prove to have been a mistake." She ponders her tablet for a while, tilting her head with detached curiosity.

"In the meantime, I sense many new souls in this place, unfamiliar ones. I would like to extend the opportunity to them to come to the power and the glory of Origin. The power and the greatness of the Ori cannot be denied, and those who accept the one truth of Origin into their lives and their hearts will be richly rewarded with that truth. Blessed are those who walk in unison, and hallowed are the Ori. Those who follow the path of righteousness shall be raised up high..."

Her expression hardens further, her lip curling briefly. "And those who reject the path to enlightenment must be destroyed."

[OOC: Glitch start! For the next two weeks Inara has been possessed by Adria from Stargate SG-1, a half-human, half-godlike-creature imbued with phenomenally powerful psychic powers like telekinesis, mind reading, mind control, summoning fire and magical healing. And she has an agenda. Also, she's Vala's daughter! More details here, and I hope this'll be a lot of fun. Questions, plans, anything, don't hesitate to ask! :D ]