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So, anyone hiring?

[ She's determined to pull her weight while living with Jenna. She's not going to sit on her ass and let Jenna bring home all the bacon.

Besides, Caroline misses doing normal things. And waiting around for a glitch to hit - or miss her - isn't fun. ]

Also, is there some way we can build some sort of glitch radar so we know when to duck?

goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com

When the tablet turned on it showed a Kobra Kid who looked fundamentally different from the angry young man who'd sent a visual broadcast a few days ago, smoking and trying to find out what was wrong with his brother. This Kobra seemed relaxed and wasn't wearing his sunglasses, his hair hung in his face and he was wearing new clothes, black jeans and a dark-grey hoodie. He appeared comfortable and calm in a way he had never been since he was a little boy.

"Hi." Kobra smiled at the tablet. He was sitting cross-legged on the bed in his new room at Sanctuary, the one just across the hall from Party's. It really had been stupid to sleep outside. Next to him there was a packet of crisps he'd taken from Gerard's room, half-eaten.

"I was just wondering if anyone wanted to meet up or something?" His monotone is still the same, but his voice seems softer. "The weather is so nice, I figured a walk around town would be cool."

[ooc: come and meet Mikey, please? Free hugs included! :3]

slayersidekick

Willow had not had the most pleasant past few hours. She'd been dumped unceremoniously into a mostly-empty castle and discovered shortly after that she'd missed not only a couple of weeks of time, but almost all of her friends' departures from the city. She couldn't find them on the tablets, couldn't reach them, saw no evidence that they even existed here anymore. Angel, Dawn, Buffy, Rose. Maybe Connor, she couldn't tell and she didn't know where to look for him. Still... it all amounted to the same thing. Important people were gone. Gone. Just like the library. Odd.

Part of Willow had spent the last few hours crying and her eyes were still tear-stained when she finally turned on her tablet to address the city for the first time in a few weeks. She was sitting on the table at Tamper and Trick, having moved from sadness to anger.

"I have a couple of questions: I think I've been asleep or something for a couple of weeks. What have I missed? Aside from a lot of people getting sent home. Who's left this time?

And also... if anyone needs a place to stay, the castle has room. I think I'm the owner now. The Sunnydale library's gone."

She took a deep breath, trying to school herself into something less than the anger she was feeling. She didn't need to go all angry-witch on the city now.

"For anyone who doesn't know - there's probably at least one new person here by now - my name is Willow Rosenberg. I'm from Sunnydale, California, USA, Planet Earth. I'm also a witch. If you need anything, I run a magic shop called Tamper and Trick. Feel free to drop by anytime. I love to help people... Also in the market for workers if anyone's up for it."

sacrifica

[ text: caroline & jenna ]
With all the mess that's happening I'm calling girls night. Pick a movie.

[ text: fitz kreiner ]
Hey, it's Elena. Do you have any jobs?

Elena had needed to get out and clear her head. She'd left a note for Jenna in case she wasn't back when Jenna got home from work and had just walked, not really any direction or location in mind - it sort of counteracted the needing to clear her head. So much had seemed to have happened in such a short space of time and to add with that she was still adjusting to being here, to Katherine being here, that Jenna was from her past and Caroline her future. It was... not good. And weirder than anything they've ever had before.

Katherine had been eerily quiet, barring her 'public call' regarding the attack. And then was the attack itself. She didn't know how many Vampires were here but she'd hoped it would be safer. And it didn't even seem like the Sheriff was doing anything, not like he had with Party and Kobra. It was definitely a strange place.

It took Elena a while before she stopped walking. She wasn't even certain how long it had been but her surroundings definitely indicated that it was somewhere that she hadn't been before, and it wasn't so much of a straight line walk. At least it was something different to see, even if the playground looked a little creepy. They looked weird without kids in them but this one had an even weirder feeling to it.

[ text: all ]
Does anyone know where the playground is?

ownlittleprison

For Mick, the past week had passed in a blur of activity. Early morning saw him barricading the windows to keep out as much sunlight as possible, and his Extra neighbors had complained greatly to the Extra who kept tabs on everyone in the building. He'd been issued a warning, and informed that two more strikes meant he had to leave.

It had taken considerable effort on his part not to twist its neck.

He was rather proud of himself for behaving.

But that was then, and the past few days had been indescribably worse. The urge for blood had become to great, making him careless - he'd do anything, as long as he could get a taste. Just one drop. Just a mouthful. It got to the point where even the stop signs in the streets made him think of blood; so vibrantly red he wanted to climb up and lick them. It was the same with fire hydrants, tomato juice, anything even remotely resembling blood.

He knew he wouldn't last much longer. The first defeat came when he caught the faint scent of blood on the air, stalked one of the fake people through the night-- And then another. He wasn't sure how many he'd hurt since that night. Three? Five? Twice that?

It had to stop.

It had to stop before he hurt someone else. It was just a matter of time before he couldn't control himself any longer.

---

Hands shaking, body wracked with the shivers of fever and pain like he's never felt before, Mick takes out his tablet from his jacket and pokes it to life. He's shaking so bad he can't hold it still, but from the moment his feed starts transmitting, one or three things are blatantly obvious:

He's in real bad shape - pallid, sickly skin tone, dark circles around his (pale blue to the point of milky white) eyes and cracked lips. He's covered in a fine film of...is that ice crystals? And last but not least, if you're looking closely, his teeth are sharper, longer than ever before (all the better to eat you up, like the granny wolf said to a certain girl in a certain hood).

"...I'm sorry," he grinds out, breath stuttering out of him in little huffs of white smoke. "I-I didn't mean to hurt anyone. I-- I'm the one--"

He swallows, throat too dry to speak, lips too stiff. Heart racing wildly in his chest; the entire city must hear it, it's so loud. "I hurt the Extras. I didn't mean to, I, I couldn't--"

Missing the point here, Mickey, get to the point. Just say it. Out with it. I'm a vampire. You did it once, with Beth, you can do it again. 'I am a vampire'.

...I'm a vampire.

I'm a--

His breath stutters, his head twitches like a stop motion dummy stuck between one moment and the next. "I-I think you're going to have to kill me. I'm losing control. S-stake to the heart first, then fire. Cut off my head, burn the corpse. Stake won't kill me, j-just paralyze me.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry."

allthatlife.livejournal.com

It had been a long and difficult night, but, at nine o'clock the next morning, Martha opened her surgery as usual. Despite the relatively low numbers of prisoners, she always had more than enough patients to keep her occupied. She treated Extras for coughs and colds and broken limbs and stomach bugs. She gave the young Extras their childhood inoculations. And, now, she treated them for vampire bites.

They didn't have vampires in her world, but her time on the TARDIS and her experiences at UNIT had taught Martha to trust her instincts and, occasionally, to improvise when treating non human patients or extraterrestrial illnesses. (There were no medical text books available for her line of work. There were just a few determined individuals - like Martha, like Doctor Elizabeth Shaw at Cambridge, like the Torchwood team - who always tried to do the best for their patients, no matter who or what they were.) The marks on the neck of the Extra that Fitz had rescued were real bite marks. The attacker had left bruises as well as bloody holes, not just the twin pinpricks that you saw in horror movies.

The Extra that had taken a seat in front of her desk - marched there by an Extra that, if asked, Martha would have guessed to be a concerned partner - had the same sort of wound. Which meant that this wasn't an isolated incident.

She cleaned and dressed the wound, prescribing lots of rest and fluid for the patient. (And he was a patient, whether he was programmed to be one of not. In fact, the idea that the aliens were programming illnesses and injuries to give her something to do was physically sickening. But she had to treat them. Leaving them would have been barbaric.) Then she washed the blood off her hands and picked up her tablet.

"It looks like last night's attack wasn't an isolated incident," she informed the people of the city, "I had an Extra with exactly the same bite marks in here this morning."

After a brief pause to give them a chance to digest that information, she carried on.

"Which means we've got two options. Either the aliens have created a vampire Extra to keep us on our toes ... or it's one of us."

She wasn't keen on either option.

rereremembered.livejournal.com

You can take the companion out of the TARDIS, but when one hears a mysterious noise coming from an alley one will still investigate.

Not that Fitz was all that thrilled with the idea, he'd much rather finish his walk home to the pub in peace. Plus pursuing mysterious noises in alleys tended to result in getting arrested or maimed or - given that this was Taxon - worse, but...he couldn't ignore the pained groan. Or, once he looked, the way the man (an Extra who appeared Indian) was stumbling towards the street.

Or the way his hand was pressed to the side of his neck and blood was soaking into his t-shirt and hoodie. Right.

"Oh for God's sake," Fitz muttered and hurried over to the man to grasp his shoulders. "Hey, what happened? Who did this?"

The dazed Extra stared at him blankly and shook his head, completely unhelpful. Fitz did manage to coax him into showing him the wound, which did not have the classic two-puncture hallmark of a vampire's fangs but was definitely a bite of some kind.

"Right, I'll take you to the good Doctor Jones, she'll sort you out." And he may as well get the word out while he was at it. With one arm around the Extra to support and guide him, he turned on his tablet.

"So...all right, there's no way to sugarcoat this: I've just found an Extra who's been bitten. In the neck. I'd suggest locking your doors and not inviting anyone in for a while."

ooc: a post to get the ball rolling on Sofie's plot with Mick. go go vampire panic!

sacrifica

The phone dropped from her hand as she turned.

"Jenna?" She could hear Katherine vaguely as she ran to her aunt, hands holding onto her face as Alaric steadied her against the counter.

“Jenna, no, come on.” All she could think about was Katherine, her parents, everyone that had died over the past year. At first she’d blamed the vampire presence but this was because of her… her and Katherine. She wanted to know why – why Katherine wouldn’t just come after her instead. She was sick of all of it.

Elena could feel a hand on her shoulder, a voice telling her that everything would be alright, that they were on their way but she barely heard it… barely felt it. She didn’t want to die but if it meant stopping all of this? Stopping everyone she cared about from being in constant danger? She had to do something.

She closed her eyes, taking in a deep breath. It was impossible… she couldn’t see any good outcomes from it. How could they beat Katherine and have no one else die? And what about aunt Jenna, what were they going to tell her… would she even live? God, Elena hoped so.

It was a few minutes before she moved again, finally letting out the breath in a sigh. Opening her eyes Elena looked to Jenna, panic rushing over her when she didn’t see her. Something in the back of her mind wanted to tell her that the paramedics were already here, that she was on her way to the hospital but she didn’t believe that… couldn’t. She turned her head, looking for Alaric or Jeremy by she was faced with wall… solid metal wall that was impossible.

“What?” She stared at it for a moment, slowly reaching out and pressing her hands on it.

It was real. But… how? How could she be here?

“Katherine?” Unless somehow she’d been drugged and this was hours later she hadn’t moved, that and she didn’t have any gaps in her memory. Scrambling to her neck Elena panicked again when she realised that the necklace was gone. Had Katherine compelled her and made her forget she'd been there? But... why? Just to lock her in the tomb?

Her mind was racing, trying to think of any other ideas but… there weren’t any. Elena couldn’t think of how she’d gotten here; the why was a little easier but could she even be certain of that?

“Oh God.” She leaned against the wall, fearful and a little defeated. She was stuck down her – she hadn’t seen any doors when she’d looked around – and she had no way of contacting Stefan; her phone had been in her bag. She was stuck here for God knows how long and God knows where. And what was worse was that she didn’t know if Jenna would live or not.

She wanted to cry, to scream out until all of her pain was gone… except that she knew that wasn’t an option. There was too much and she couldn’t let that happen – she couldn’t let herself become defeated before she’d even tried.

“Come on Elena, pull it together.” She was muttering more than talking, not quite trusting herself to fully talk, not sure if she could listen to herself. “Katherine’s obviously not here or she’d have done something by now, that means someone else has done this.” She’d managed to get to that but without anything more she was stuck.

“I really wish you were here, Stefan, broken up or not.” At least around him she felt safe – knew that he would keep her safe; even Damon seemed like a good option at this point – he cared enough to save her.

“I know you’ll get me out of here…” You always do, was her unfinished sentence.

Elena sighed again, closing her eyes and pushing her head back against the wall. This time she really felt doomed.

virtued.livejournal.com

The sheets were soft; much softer than those on his own bed or anything he had access to on Serenity. They weren't the fine silks that Katherine's bed was lined with, either. Yet, the feel of them against his skin was familiar to him somehow, and in the bleariness of morning, Stefan couldn't quite place it.

He stirred, rolling over instinctively towards the warm body on the other side of the bed. Still sleepy-eyed, he smiled at her. "Good morning."

Elena stirred at the familiar words and voice, putting her hand on her forehead to push the hair that had fallen in her face as she'd slept out of her face. Blinking as things came into focus, she turned to the other body occupying her bed and smiled, pleased to see him. "Morning."

Stefan held that smile for a moment longer until reality set in and who he was in bed with clicked. His eyes widened. "Elena."

Elena's eyebrows knit together in confusion for a moment, wondering why he was surprised, and then everything came back to her in a split second and she sat upright with a start, eyes going wide and a hand clapping over her mouth.

"Stefan," she said breathlessly once she removed her hand. "What are you -- what are we -- what happened? Do you remember?"

He sat up, too. "No." Last he could recall, he was crawling into his own bed at the boarding house. He couldn't remember how he even got to Elena's, let alone what they did or did not do. "Do you?"

"No," she replied with a shake of her head, absently feeling around to make sure her clothes were still on. Not that she didn't trust Stefan and not that they weren't sleeping together anyway, but she didn't like that she couldn't remember it if it had happened. "Just going to bed last night."

Similarly, Stefan was lifting up the covers with and peering under the sheets to make sure he still had pants on. Check. Thank God.

He slid out of the covers and stood-- Or he tried to, but the silver chain that had thus far gone unnoticed pulled taught between them, catching him off guard. Stefan stumbled and fell awkwardly over the side of the bed.

Elena was concentrating on not panicking when she suddenly found herself jerked violently to her side, landing face-down on her bed as Stefan fell over the side. "What the--" And then she saw it -- the chain glinting in the early morning light that connected them by the wrists.

The chain wasn't what Stefan's eyes were on. "Elena..." They were on the bright red recording light on the tablet.

It recorded a few more seconds of footage, then cut off the feed.

comprehender.livejournal.com

She hadn't minded the city's change, not even having to go from one end to the other between the zoo and Serenity, or the extra miles between all her other haunts. The space between did a lot to alleviate and distract from the claustrophobia of two years in captivity weighing on her shoulders, two years of people leaving, two years of Not Much Changing.

But of course, days of Not Much Changing can't last forever.

The tablet clicks on (convenient as ever) just as River wakes up in her bunk, looking a little younger than she did yesterday. It catches the slow realization that she isn't where she thought she'd be, the look of suspicious horror as she looks down at herself and examines her surroundings, and the subtle shift from surprise to fearful anger.

"Simon?"

River isn't moving to get out of that bed, not yet. Not until she knows what's going on, and if Simon doesn't answer her she might never get out, and the more everything stays quiet the louder that keen edge of fear becomes very apparent in her voice.

"You know, discussing the history of post-migration piracy with you didn't mean I'd think you putting me on a ship like this in my sleep would be funny." Pause. Wait for a response and get nothing. Try again. "Because it really isn't."

Okay, one more time, a little louder. Cursing should usually be done with a little more oomph than this, especially when attempting to taunt someone out of hiding, but a vaguely angry sounding, "Qīngwā cào de liúmáng," is all she can manage before the tablet clicks itself back off.

[ ooc: GLITCH TIMES! details and plottings can be had in the sott thread over yonder. and lo, let there be horrors.

translation | frog-humping jerk ]

cametolife

"Hi, Taxon, I, um--" She cuts herself off, looking away, then back at the tablet. And then down, in an abashed kind of way. "I am really bad at this and will obviously never, ever go into the entertainment industry. Anyway! I brought this restaurant you can see behind me," and she holds the tablet out and pans it left, then right, to give the network a good view of the place, "to Taxon and it's a little understaffed by people not me or the natives. Not that they aren't hard workers, they just kind of... creep me out, and aren't much for conversation."

Talking happened, but what they had to see was extremely limited. Questions were answered and directions were followed, but what was missing from them was what had always made the Crashdown worth working at on those days where the customers made her want to throw down her apron and quit. There was nothing holding the staff together, no bond, no laughter that passed between them or smiles offered in times of hardship. She missed that.

"I'd love to take people on, whether it be waiting tables or cooking, cleaning, even a host! Anyone would be great. So, contact me if you'd be interested, I'd really appreciate the help and company."

secretshame

In all honesty, Jenna is glad to be back home. Well, as close to home as Taxon can ever get. Since the whole big reveal happened to Jenna and her meeting with Katherine in the Sanctuary, Jenna's been trying to keep as close an eye on Elena as she can. Even so, she can't be there all the time and she's been absent for a lot of things that have happened in the Sanctuary. Still, once they returned to the house, she kept up the appearance of a strong adult. It's her turn to be there for Elena after what happened to her niece.

The idea that Elena could have died on the floor haunts Jenna's thoughts. This is what's driven her out of bed so early recently and kept her up so late tonight. Jenna knows Elena's probably missing Stefan, too, and that whole mess is on her mind as well. Times like this, Jenna wishes more than anything that Ric was there with her. She could use his strength right now.

Sighing to herself, she pulls up a chair at the island in the kitchen and flips on her tablet. Those who know her are free to notice the distinctly exhausted look on her face and the fact that she's minus a wine glass of any kind. Responsibility. Yes. Jenna runs a hand through her hair before speaking.

"At least we're all back in the places we're used to. I hope." Unless the aliens have changed something else that she's not aware of. "Did anyone else get a location change, too? And how is everyone? I feel like I've been living in a bubble for the last few weeks."

Especially the latest one. Not much has gotten through to her since she found Elena on the floor of the Sanctuary. She's been too worried. For now, though, she'll hang out in the kitchen until she gets sleepy... at around 3 or 4 in the morning. Anyone who wants to keep her company on the tablets or in person is welcome.

tothelibrary.livejournal.com

[ it's something of a tradition, albeit one that declined as things in taxon sped up and spun out of control; dawn and river dancing ballet together. being as they're all stuck and in pajamas now, there's no better time to revive it than the present.

they're mid-dancing when dawn's tablet clicks on and so the rest of hotel california is treated to the sounds of whatever technically non-ballet aligned music dawn is blaring at the moment, and the sight of two tiny trolls re-introducing themselves to dancing together.

dawn wobbles on a turn and stops, laughing, as river continues triumphantly. ] You've gotten better and I haven't. [ she tries again and hits it this time, not quite as graceful as river but solid. when she stops, she sticks out her tongue. ] You're still a show-off.

( ooc: all replies will likely be trolled by both the tiny ones, ftr. )

virtued.livejournal.com

Stefan was pissed, for lack of a better term. Being trapped in here, while not the worst thing in the world, wasn't entirely pleasant, either. Especially not with all these vampire attacks that had taken place recently, giving fuel to the anti-vampire sentiment shared by more than a few of the human captives in Taxon. The fear was justified, warranted, but acting on it while they were trapped here wasn't going to do anyone much good. He agreed with what Angel had to say about the topic, though he hadn't voiced it.

Now he knew who was behind the attacks: Rose. Coming from a point in time before he met her meant that Stefan didn't trust her. He'd been trying to, giving her a chance and listening to what she had to say, especially since she was a source for information on Klaus who wasn't Katherine, but now, he wasn't so sure. Stefan wanted to blame a glitch, wanted to banish away any captious concerns about the possibility of it not, but he couldn't be sure. A glitch would take away all blame and responsibility, but the truth was that he didn't know her. For all he knew, this was just how she was.

He'd been on his way to talk to someone about this - preferably Damon, if he managed to find his brother first - when he nearly tripped over something that went skidding across the floor when his foot collided with it. Upon further inspection, Stefan noticed it was a tablet. Huh.

Digging his own out of his pocket, he switched on a video feed and asked, "Hey, did anyone drop their tablet?"

( ooc | the tablet is

entractes's, dropped during this thread when rose attacked him. )

adeadringer.livejournal.com

[ elena's transmission is silent at first, save for some shallow breathing and some scraping noises as she attempts to pull herself into a sitting position. it doesn't work. she can barely move. she was lucky she was able to get to her tablet from where it landed on the floor and even luckier that they turn on with the slightest touch. if she could, she'd send an individual message to stefan or jenna or damon or caroline, but she doesn't trust herself to send it to the right person right now.

a few more shallow breaths are heard before elena attempts to speak, and when she does, her voice is hoarse and barely audible. ]

Hello? [ she attempts a deep breath. it doesn't work out too well and ends with a cough. ]

I'm - I'm hurt. [ she doesn't mention how. even though she's groggy as hell right now and isn't even totally sure where she is, she remembers how tense things are regarding the vampire population and doesn't want to add fuel to the fire. ] I'm in...in the hall. Don't know which.

[ another attempt at a deep breath, punctuated with a sob. she wants to cry, but knows she can't afford to expend the energy. she doesn't know how much blood she's lost, but she's feeling weaker the longer she tries to stay awake and her vision is starting to become framed with black. ] I need help. I need -

[ whatever else she was going to say is abruptly cut off as elena loses consciousness again, and the connection shuts off as she slumps to the floor. ]

[ OOC | taking place...some time after rose attacks her. she passed out for a few hours and sent this after waking up and remembering what happened (or enough of what happened to know to send the message). the thread is still ongoing, so i'm not sure how bad the damage is yet or what her wound looks like, but she is in pretty bad shape. ]

taintedrose

Being cooped up in the Sanctuary didn't do Rose any favours. If she was able to go outside the building and escape, then she wouldn't feel this trapped. It also meant that she could feed on the animals in order to satisfy her hunger. Rose still felt sick; she was pale, clammy and her vision was clouded. The pain was beyond unbearable and she knew that it would continue like this until she was put out of her misery.

Opening the door of her room, Rose ventured outside into the hallway and headed towards the kitchen. She knew that there was blood there from keeping an eye on the network and maybe it would be enough for now. To keep her from hurting people. When she got there, she realised that most of it was gone. Letting out a roar of anger, Rose slammed her fist on the counter, cracking it a little before she fell to the ground, willing herself not to think about what was happening to her.

Then she heard something. A voice. It was a little far away from her but it was distinctive.

Katherine.

That bitch.

Rose had wanted to confront her ever since she arrived in Taxon and now she had the opportunity to. Katherine would pay for what she did. She deserved it. Pushing herself up from the floor, Rose headed out of the kitchen, snarling as she did, determined to find the other vampire. Her fangs were bared and she was furious, prowling around the halls of the sanctuary, with one singular goal in mind.

Find Katherine and make her suffer.

Rose was adamant in her search for Katherine, not caring who came across her path. It kept her focused and made it easier for her not to slip into the inevitable madness. She was in so much pain and feral; just like she was back in Mystic Falls when she killed those three people at the high school. Sometimes, she lapsed in and out of hallucinations, seeing things that weren't there as well as hearing them. Rose pushes those thoughts away and continues to look, listening out for any signs of the other vampire.

Little did she know that it was Elena that she was stalking instead.

((ooc: And so begins the second and last part of Rose's glitch! Have fun!))

undoing.livejournal.com

Angel's not very good at public relations. He hates dealing with public relations. This is why Cordelia always handled people, and why he had a department to handle that when he was running Wolfram & Hart. Something, however, needs to be said before things get out of line. And if he doesn't say it, who will?

Here goes nothing.

"If we wanted to eat you, we would've already," is probably not the best way to start this, but it's certainly one way to get everyone's attention. "Most of the vampires here in Taxon have been here for a long time, some of us pushing a year, others two. The only evidence you'll find against us can be placed during times when we were glitched. None of us can control that. If anyone's at fault for the things we've done while glitched, it's the hamsters. If we're to be held accountable for those actions, then by that logic, you should be, too, for the things you've done when glitched out of your mind and acting on impulses that you've otherwise got under control.

"I'm not saying that your fear isn't justified or that you don't have reason to be cautious. You do. We're predators, specifically designed to hunt you down. The point is that we don't. Letting paranoia and fear control you is only going to make things worse. We want to survive as much as you do; getting rid of our means of survival is not paying us the same respect we're paying you.

"Many of us have been around a long time. We haven't lived this long by being so stupid as to do what you expect of us. Most worlds have vampires that have gone unnoticed, because we don't get involved or cause trouble... with a few exceptions here and there." Like him, back in the day before that gypsy curse. "Leave us alone and we'll leave you alone. There's no reason to ruin how well we've been cohabitating in Taxon, just because we're all stuck in the same building. If anything, we should be working together to find a way out."

( ooc | i'm heading out the door to a concert, but wanted to get this up before i left. will hit tags when i get home later tonight. ♥ )

entractes.livejournal.com

Kurt's explorations finally bring him to the 11th floor! Took long enough. After spending some time just acclimating to the new stage area, he is hit with something of a wonderful idea.

"Attention, Taxon!"

Needless to say, Kurt was excited.

"As you are all probably well aware, none of us appear to be going anywhere anytime soon. But don't despair, I have a solution to the doubtlessly growing boredom of you being stuck here." He turns the tablet around to pan the camera around the stage area as he talks. "Since coming here, I couldn't help but notice that the city is a little bit of a cultural deadzone, but I know there are at least a couple of diamonds in the rough out there. So, I propose..." he pauses as he often does for the sake of tension, "Taxon's very own glee club."

He turns the camera back to himself, "Not to worry, this won't be the stuffy, uptight choir group you may have heard about at your local church. Instead, this will be an opportunity to express yourself, to let loose, and experience something wonderful. For those who don't perform, you are more than welcome to watch or sway along merrily in the background.

"So, if you would care to join me, Kurt Hummel, in the 11th floor Playhouse, let's get some introductions going. In lieu of just standing around in a circle and talking about ourselves, you would ideally come ready with a song that you feel tells your story and be ready to sing. No pressure, though." He totally understands if you aren't like him and don't always have that sort of thing ready to belt out at a moment's notice.

cheerioless.livejournal.com

Quinn hasn't been a big fan of making visual posts, but now she does so out of necessity. She can't think straight enough to text anyone, like Kurt or Lex, or even Willow or Elena. The rational part of her brain won't even let her think about Stefan right now, the possibilities after what just happened are to horrifying. She feels worse than she's ever felt in her life, and she is beyond terrified.

When she gets the visual transmission to work, the screen is shaking. She is sitting on the floor of the ladies washroom at the Taxon Mall, her head propped up against the stall. She's pale, very pale, her hair is a mess but what stands out the most is the blood and two puncture marks on her neck.

Quinn opens her mouth to speak, but no sound comes out. Suddenly she drops the tablet, maybe the adrenaline is finally wearing off, or the loss of blood has finally hit her. Viewers will just be able to make out her shaking hand in the frame as she tries to pick it up, and hear her wimpering slightly.

When she finally manages to do so, she pulls her knees to her chest and rests the tablet there.

"Could..." her voice falters slightly and she swallows hard, looking like she might pass out at any moment "...help?"

[ooc: So in other words, while at the mall Quinn got attacked by glitched!Rose, luckily or unluckily Quinn didn't manage to see Rose's face. Backdated to a short bit after Rose's post.. DUN DUN DUN!]

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It's around five o'clock in the morning when the citizens of Taxon find themselves inexplicably transported into rooms within the Sanctuary. Doors are left open and beds unmade, food abandoned and lights left on, still shining brightly for those who were awake and are no longer present. The Extras don't seem to notice the captive population's sudden disappearance, continuing on with their business as usual.

For those relocated, though, it's an entirely different story.

They find themselves in rooms with white, alabaster walls that gives them an almost too-clean feeling, as if the entire place was sanitized prior to their arrival. The room assignments are seemingly random, people placed on floors with those they don't know and don't like, people they would rather not be within twenty feet of. It matters not, for what's done is done and cannot be undone. For those who happen to have pets, they'll find them waiting for their owners in the rooms as if nothing is out of the ordinary.

The only thing the captives have managed to bring with them is the clothes on their back and the tablets. On them, they find the following message:

SORRY FOR THE INCONVENIENCE PLEASE ENJOY YOUR STAY WHILE WE ADDRESS CERTAIN TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES

Unfortunately for those who try to find a means of escape, they'll discover there is none. Leaving the Sanctuary will prove to be as difficult as leaving Taxon itself. However, if one heads down the right corridor and the right floor, they'll find something else entirely lurking in their midst...

( ooc | sorry for the delay in posting! your mods were otherwise occupied with things of the irl variety this morning. THIS BE A PARTY POST, Y'ALL. room assignments are here, and refer back to the sott post proper for any additional information. please contact us with any questions/concerns you may have in regards to this plot. ♥ )