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biverbam.livejournal.com

Sometimes, people are attached.

From the moment Simon had arrived, River was held up with four legs. Breathing with four lungs. Leaning always on his capacity in the areas where hers was diminished. It was an unspoken connection, the kind that doesn't require explanation or proclamation and made of stronger tethers than airy words.

River wakes up when the tether snaps, breathless, and she knows that he's gone, but she checks his bunk anyway. Then the infirmary, wobbling on her two legs. The knowing might have been instant, but the realization that she's been halved is slow and creeping. Starts low it in her belly then inches out, stretches between navel and spine (bisection, and it's fitting in all the ways it shouldn't be, fitting in all the ways it's exactly wrong to call it fitting when there's such a huge piece missing now, and Simon would know the right word for this but he's not here anymore) as she runs to the Sanctuary building in Central. It climbs as she gets closer, and by the time she's running up to the building's side, realization has latched on, black and cancerous and bulging.

"--him back!"

The visual cuts in mid-strike, and is the standard wrist angled view. What can be seen of her face is contorted and streaked with tears or covered in hair that falls back when she rears up for another blow against the side of the Sanctuary. All in all, it's a futile attack, and at some point she'll realize that, too. Their Captors, whoever they may be, aren't listening, and even the people that can see her now can't do anything to bring her brother back, or even explain where he's gone.

"Finders keepers," River's voice is worn and watery, but it is still loud when projected through the amplifier of anger, and it's directed at that stupid fake sky with all its lying constellations. "Found him! It was even!"

As if to illustrate the point, she knees the building.

With one last caterwaul, "GIVE HIM BA--," the visual cuts out much the way it cut in, with a hard thwack of her wrists against the side of the Sanctuary.

[ooc: backdates forever! this goes down sometime in the past. let's say the 20th, nighttime. good? good. iluall.]

needtoruleit.livejournal.com

It's Wednesday.

This is a very important day. Today is laundry day, like every Wednesday and Saturday, and just because he's in Taxon doesn't mean Billy is going to slack off on his schedule. Of course, he hadn't been following that schedule before, but the arrival of a certain redhead has changed that entirely. So in the afternoon, Billy gathers his clothes (and man, there's a lot of them), his tablet, and one of his smaller, easier to hide laser guns and heads off to the Laundromat.

It's not an unfamiliar scene, really. Here's Billy, in the laundromat, dumping his clothes into the washing machine and sitting on top of it, playing idly with a cup of frozen yogurt. Don't worry, he has another one stashed away. Always be prepared, right?

godlikesin.livejournal.com

Dark. Heavy. Suffocating. Need air.

( cut for spoilers )

[ooc: canon bump!]

godlikesin.livejournal.com

"So," Sylar said, speaking into his tablet as he closed the last few feet towards the main Sanctuary. Fishing a few syringes from the medical lab at the Sanctuary For All hadn't been all that difficult, and from there, it had just required catching the trolley that lead to the center of the city. "Did someone order a house call?"

It was a rather ridiculous question to ask, all things considered, but hey, nobody else could see the conversation so there wasn't any reason that he should be embarrassed by it. Or be embarrassed with the idea that he was actually helping someone. It had been hard to deal with when he'd done it for Micah, but here... Well, he'd been working to redefine his perceptions of himself since he'd arrived. This certainly helped.

caringhand.livejournal.com

Penny's arms were still curved to hold the laundry basket that had disappeared the moment she stepped into the Coin Wash, and it was with a jolt that she stumbled forward. She did her best to ignore the sense of vertigo as she looked down at her empty arms, eyebrows crooking in earnest confusion at the empty space. “Um. What?” she asked out of sheer reflex, because she suddenly was very much not where she had been before. Belatedly and a bit dumbly, she relaxed her arms and spun in a half-circle, trying to gather her bearings. “Hello? Hey, where am I?” Silence. What had she expected, a grinning madman to pop out of the metallic walls and tell her she was on Candid Camera?

A room. Well, that much was obvious, at least. But -where-? And how had she gotten there?

“Don't panic, Penny. You're just in a .. strange room. And your laundry is gone,” she muttered to herself and rubbed her wrist, jolting a little again in surprise as her fingers bumped against the bracelet, and her eyebrows knit again in concern. “You'd think I'd remember having that done.”

A bit awkwardly, she inspected the bracelet, before she pressed her hand firmly against her mouth, biting her lower lip. Well, she was here, but how did she get -out?- “Maybe this..” She looked around again to verify that the place was still empty before cautiously picking up the tablet on the pedestal next to her. Some kind of phone, maybe? No, more complicated than that. “I probably shouldn't just take it, but there's no..”

She shut her eyes and exhaled a low sigh, shaking her head to clear it. She'd tackle obstacles as she came to them; the most important thing right then was figuring out where she was. Tablet in hand, she cast another cursory glance around the empty chamber before zeroing in on the steps descending from the platform. “Well,” she whispered, “might as well,” and inhaling another deep breath as if to steel her nerves, she took the steps out into the Sanctuary, knuckles white with the force of her grip on the Tablet at her side as she entered the Sanctuary.

slasher-slayer.livejournal.com

After Godric had returned Cassie to her home, she'd spent the next three days locked up in the house. It was quiet, and she hadn't attributed that to the fact that she still didn't have her tablet. She hardly slept or ate and when she did, the food certainly wasn't good for her.

Cassie was curled up in the middle of her bed, unintentionally in the fetal position. She'd been reliving the incident with her mother. Her brow furrowed and she tightened the ball she was in. No matter what she did, she dreamt of this. Her mother, the lunch lady, approached her, knife caked with dried blood. Cassie lifted the pistol, leveling it at her mother and squeezed the trigger. The first shot hits her mother square in the eye. For having never fired a gun in her life, Cassie was a natural. The Lunch Lady's body fell to the floor and Cassie dropped the gun. Curling up in a corner of the kitchen, she wept softly, squeezing her eyes shut.

( And she thought that her dreams were bad before )

((ooc: Open to everyone! Survivors very, very welcome!))

godlikesin.livejournal.com

There was little that could be said about Gabriel's day so far. He'd woken up, gotten dressed, gotten something to eat, and then made his way out of the Sanctuary For All in order to head back to his shop and clean up the few loose ends that had been left dangling while he'd been making sure that Peter didn't end up killing himself from over activity the last few days. With the other man all patched up, there was no reason that he had to stick around constantly now. But he was only intending on popping out for an hour or so as it was.

He wasn't sure what had happened mid-way through the stream of his plan. He'd been perfectly content when he'd sat down on the trolley from Osten to Shelley, but by the time that he had arrived at his destination, Gabriel's entire attitude had shifted. The meekness had seeped out of his character. He'd reached up and removed the glasses that had been perched on the end of his nose with so much force that he nearly snapped them in two. And as he fished his tablet out of his pocket, electricity crackled on his hands, provoked by the sheer intensity of his anger.

As he flipped on the visual function of the tablet, Sylar's rage was more than clear on his facial features as he demanded in a voice that was very much not the timid Gabriel Gray that he had been for the past few weeks, "I want to talk to whoever's in charge of this place and its sick little jokes. Now."

needtoruleit.livejournal.com

It's the morning after the massacre.

To those walking around the Osten district, it might seem like the streets are normal. Until they run across the trail of blood, leading all the way to the Coin Wash Laundromat. If they continue to follow that path, they'll find a rather large puddle of blood, as well as a pretty gory-looking Billy, incredibly out of it, in front of the building. He's leaning against the wall, breathing shallowly, trying to get his tablet to do what he wants it to do.

It's hard when his fingers are not working correctly. He's light-headed, dizzy, and not even thinking straight, so when he finally clicks on the visual function, he makes a small noise of triumph.

"H-hey. Th-this is Billy, and I, uh, could use some help. Kind of bleeding here. A lot." So you know, if you wanted to help.

[ooc: backdated to Cassie's glitch, the morning after. Dawn is supposed to come help, but if other people are in the area and want to help out, they can~]

slasher-slayer.livejournal.com

It's the middle of the night and Cassie, restless as hell, finds herself on the 'Orbis' line of the Taxonlink. The one that circles the entire city. She's ridden it twice, now. A somewhat slow circle that lets her just watch the area outside pass her by. At least what that's what she thinks it's called. The little tram system has the words 'Taxonlink' across the side of the cars, so that's what Cassie's gonna call it. After getting her little ticket from the guy, she moved to the back of the car, noting that must always be a handful of the Extras riding the tram, because she's never seen one pass by that was empty. Cassie leaned back against the wall, a heavy sigh escaping her as she watched out the window. Cassie seemed to sleep less and less these days. Her regular nightmares were bad enough, but the added fucked up-ness from a week before really jarred the slasher slayer.

Cassie let the constant rumble of the tram relax her and she sat there for a few moments with her eyes closed. Totally not asleep. Her eyes flashed open a moment later and she straightened in her seat, feeling a little lightheaded. She felt someone nearby and glanced up, seeing the conductor Extra standing over her.

( She's lost all touch with reality, she's lost control )

{{OOC: SLASHER!CASSIE GLITCH IS A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}}

{{ooc2: electric boogaloo - Cassie tore off her tablet and left it in the tram, hence the dead bodies visual. She's out and about so in the subject, have where your peoples are. :D Thank you!}}

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.

godlikesin.livejournal.com

Gabriel wasn't sure exactly why he had been avoiding his shop. All he knew was that he woke up in the middle of the night with the realization that he hadn't been back there in weeks, and most of the clocks would have run down several times over by now. That simply wasn't acceptable. He really should have been taking better care of his responsibilities especially since they had been halved since arriving here. He no longer had to take care of his mother, make sure that she had everything that she needed. He no longer had to worry about the threat of addiction that came along with his ability, the things that he had done because of it. Helen was helping him deal with that, and Elle was here to provide him with the support that he still needed. And Gabriel was still getting used to the idea of having guys around that could actually stand him instead of rolling their eyes as his behavior and treating him like a human punching bag.

All and all, Gabriel figured that he had it pretty good here so far. So he couldn't for the life of him imagine why he had put such effort into avoiding the one thing that actually helped to give his life some sort of meaning. It was the one thing that he was good at all on his own. Even if he had been forced into it, he hadn't been completely honest with Chandra about how he felt about the craft. It calmed him, made him feel balanced in a way that he wasn't most of the time especially now that his ability had started to try and claim him, and he couldn't help but appreciate the fluid and elegant mechanics. There were few things that really worked so cleanly, that needed to have everything so perfectly in place in order to function, that even the smallest problem could render a piece unless.

And that was why he was currently getting dressed and slipping out of his room in the Sanctuary For All to attend to his shop like he should have been the whole time. It took him nearly ten minutes to get across town, sparing a glance at a rather large and official looking building that was on his way that he was sure hadn't been there before. Curious. He'd have to go and explore it later.

Unlocking the door to the shop, Gabriel slipped inside and over to his work desk, exhaling with a quiet relief as he picked up his glasses and slipped him on his face. He'd flailed uselessly around the room trying to find them. He was just glad that he always kept a spare set handy. Now. To work. First he had to figure out exactly which one of them was in the worst repair.

[ooc: go, go gabriel glitch!]

vlognraid.livejournal.com

About halfway down the stairs Codex wonders if maybe she should've just worn a pair of sneakers with her cleavage baring (sort of), albino skin showing (well the jean skirt does go above her knees and the knee highs aren't that opaque) outfit. Clara and Tink didn't mention anything about wearing sneakers versus the strappy heeled red sandals she chose.

They probably would've if she had held them up to the webcam though. Never mind. She gets to the bottom step and clears her throat, one hand fidgeting with the end of her red skinny scarf, before looking directly at -

Nothing.

Specifically a white wall of nothing broken up by a single door that definitely wasn't the outside view with a side of hot stuntman she was aiming for. Whaaaat?!

"Where am ... but this ... I don't even have white walls in my apartment!" Oh this isn't good. She turns around and sees only a short flight of stairs and some sort of pedestal with a small object on it.

"I just went down more stairs than that! Way more. And they weren't white either ... why's there so much white here? Hmmmm." She cautiously approaches the pedestal so she can get a better look at the mysterious object. It could have convenient answers, possibly in the form of a quest. Of some sort.

Maybe.

A few more steps brings her close enough to notice the object looks like a weird cell phone. She picks it up and sees the screen's blank. No quest. Nothing.

"Hello?"

[ooc: I still need to make icons /SOB b-but NPH on the Emmys! so er, pls excuse the horrible lack of icons >>;]

Current Mood: confused

slasher-slayer.livejournal.com

"Loyal Pooch was very concerned when he woke up and the No Longer Hated Cassie Hack was not in her room," everyone's favorite demon dog said, sitting on the floor of the kitchen, looking up at Cassie expectantly.

Glancing down at him for a second, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other as she made them lunch. "It was another one of those weird-ass glitch things. Like when that Inara woman became that fucking monster bitch Adria," Cassie replied. Ghost aches popped up all over at the mere mention of the woman. Being thrown into a wall more than once, not fun. "I just ended up spending a day with this chick named 'Fred'."

"No Longer Hated Cassie Hack, is 'Fred' not a man's name?" Pooch asked, confused.

"It's short for 'Winifred'," Cassie explained, working on cutting up the raw chicken to be grilled.

"Was she very nice?" Pooch questions, tilting his head as he looks up at Cassie.

"Nice enough, I guess. I could have been stuck with worse people," shrugged Cassie.

( This is where shit goes downhill )

{{ooc: This thread will branch off in two directions. Cassie still in the kitchen being a grumpy bitch and Pooch going off to have ADVENTURESSSS! ~~With a possible stop at Candy Mountain!~~}}

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.

godlikesin.livejournal.com

Sleep was a thing that Sylar got precious little off considering the rather constant activity that his mind had to deal with. But the Sanctuary had provided him with a place that both his mind and his body can calm themselves to the point that sleep came easier than it had before even if it was still only a few hours that he was able to grasp out of a very long night. The lack of responsibility, though, coupled with the lack of any pressing matters that needed to be attended to gave him more than enough of an excuse to roll over and attempt to go right back to sleep when the approach of the morning roused him.

And he might have actually managed it if as he rolled over, he hadn't bumped into something that was too solid to be a pillow and too unyielding to be a tangle of blankets. His eyes shot open, blinking dully at the blond head that was laying next to him. All right. There was something...distinctly wrong about this situation. If Dr. Magnus had invited someone else to stay, there were plenty of other rooms that they could have used. And if that wasn't the case...

Someone had a lot of explaining to do.

Grumbling, pushing himself back out of the bed since Sylar was hardly going to lay there any longer now that he apparently had company, he glared at the other man, waiting for some type of response before finally picking up one of the pillows and chucking it at the guy's head.

"Wake up and get out," before I lose my temper and do something we'll both regret.

skyfrome.livejournal.com

One Captain Malcolm Reynolds is currently bored and frustrated and all of those other good sentiments, and is therefore pacing around Sanctuary Square, for lack of anything constructive to do. Serenity is docked not far away, but even he is getting a little sick of its interior- and that ship is the love of his life. Well, one of two, anyway. On an impulse, he pulls out the tablet and addresses the good citizens of Taxon directly.

"Y'know what's just plain unnatural about this place? Other than the all of it, I mean. The sad lack of crime. Is anybody lookin' to indulge in any of that? It don't even necessarily have to be the entertaining armed robbery kind. Hell, at this point I'd settle for some minimal vandalism."

Good plan Mal. Yep, really swell plan there.

sexterity.livejournal.com

Zaboo appears in the arrival chamber, seated comfortably. His laptop, no longer supported on the table, topples into his lap, and Zaboo has to fumble a moment to keep it from falling to the floor. Disaster averted, Zaboo closes the laptop and clambers to his feet. "Oops. Dropped'd." He laughs a little, glancing around the chamber.

"Huh. Vork never told me he had a trapdoor leading to a metal basement right underneath my chair. I looked up his floor plans too... I feel like I should have known this."

Despite his words, Zaboo doesn't appear to be too phased. He looks up at the ceiling, laptop tucked under his arm as he squints up at the ceiling. "Okay... Door's shut. And I fell down when Vork was out too. How am I supposed to get out if he's not here to let me out?" His voice gradually increases in volume, becoming more panicky, until he stops. Forces himself to calm down.

"Oh, well. No worries. A real man can get himself out of this. I don't need any help. I'm manly." Zaboo keeps a straight face, standing up a little taller. "Manly'd. Fear not, Codex. I'll get out of here for you, my love. This is my final test, and then I'll finally have proved myself worthy to come home to you, and we can finally elope. Consummate our relationship."

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

Cordelia fiddled with her tablet. It took a little while before she was able to figure out how to set it so that only Billy would get her message.

"Hi!" she said, with a bit of a wave. "We should find your tux. Like, right now. Chop chop chop!"

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?