taxonomites | Entries tagged with { ethan ford

rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com

The Doctor appears on the screen. He's in a dirty blue suit, and surrounded on all sides by rubble and debris. The screen ripples with heavy radiation.

"Hello there," he says, grinning broadly. "This is a message for the people who have captured the citizens of Taxon. Well, when I say 'citizens', we're really just a bunch of prisoners, aren't we? But this message is for the ones holding us all here."

He holds up a small, cobbled-together device. "This is a molecular ray demorphiciation replication unit. Basically, it's a short-range time-hopper. Doesn't hop very far into the future, so I've set it to exactly one hour after this broadcast has been made. As you can see---"

He gestures behind himself. "Not exactly the most pleasant place here. This is Taxon, after I've destroyed it." He pauses. "There are three thousand, two hundred and fifty eight bombs littered all across Taxon. Feel free to check your records, I've acquired enough materials from your replication units to make them. And when I press down on this---" he holds up a small detonation device, "---they'll all go off, one at a time. Unless you meet with me and discuss the complete evacuation of everyone within this city. Including the people called the 'Extras'."

He takes a breath and looks, for a split second, unsure. He relaxes. "So everyone gets out, or everyone dies and your precious city is destroyed with them. You have one hour."

OOC: Blowing up stuff plot get! Everyone who wanted to be part of this, feel free to have your characters head off to the places the bombs/sentinels are set up! The sentinels look like this and shoot non-lethal rubber pellets and knockout darts.

levilup.livejournal.com

There's a small hurricane making its way through Taxon this evening, and it's near impossible to stop. It's been going for a few hours, like a less frantic version of the Tasmanian Devil, but only just so, because Levi has discovered that Shane's marker on the tablets is gone. Shane hasn't been home in hours, and Levi's held himself together this long, but he's starting to get angry, irrationally so, the way he does when he's trying not to just collapse into tears. The vampire's nearly tearing Taxon apart in his search for his fledgling, ignoring the fact that Shane's most likely... just not there anymore.

The tablet flickers on as Levi's frustration peaks, catching a few seconds of Levi's angry expression before there's a rush of movement-- and then the tablet hits a wall and lands with a clatter, having been flung clear across the street. The tablet films the sky for a few more seconds before the feed cuts out.

About half an hour later, Levi appears on the tablets again, calm now. The hysteria is lurking under the surface, though, ready to break out at any second.

"This may not do me any good, but it's worth a try," Levi begins, breathing in deeply. "Has anybody seen Shane? Shane Hayes. He's rather short, brown hair, was wearing plaid the last time I saw him... he's-- he's gone missing, and I... I'd just wondered if anybody had heard from him."

[ooc: no, Shane isn't gone for good, his object's just acting up; he got a bedsheet that causes the user to become intangible, invisible and inaudible. However, if the user continues to use it, they may become temporarily unable to return to normal. This is what has happened to Shane, but Levi doesn't know it, hence... freaking out.]

levilup.livejournal.com

The tablet clicks on in the middle of chaos.

See, Levi's been fiddling around with his object. He's figured out what it does, he thinks, though he can't be sure if it was the nail file or Taxon just being ridiculous. Either way, that doesn't really matter to him at the moment, because Levi has somehow managed to knock over a candle, set the floor and the arm of his jacket on fire, and fall over trying to get the jacket off. Fortunately, the fire doesn't really get past the leather, so he's only slightly singed, but still, fire. That's about the point that he starts trying to put out the fire with his jacket. He succeeds, but there's now a giant burnt spot on the ground, Levi's jacket is totally ruined, and Levi looks vaguely frazzled.

With a sigh, Levi flops back onto the couch, staring at the burn spot, running a hand through his hair. He's still not aware that his tablet is recording all of this from the coffee table as he pulls the nail file out of his pocket and frowns at it. Hm.

[ooc: backdated a little, to maybe three days ago or so? because I've been ridiculously lazy with this plot, and i WILL NO LONGER be lazy.]

levilup.livejournal.com

When Levi wakes up in the morning, he's starving.

It's not like he's never been this hungry before, but it is surprising, considering he hasn't exactly been limiting himself on how much he's been eating lately. It's the good thing about being a vampire, not having to worry about weight issues. But regardless of that, Levi had eaten before he went to bed, so he shouldn't be this hungry upon waking up. The only time he can remember feeling like this was when he'd first been turned.

With a small groan, Levi rolls out of bed and rubs his head sleepily, ignoring the weird thumping noise he can hear vaguely in the background, and glances over his shoulder to make sure Shane is still there. That's about the point that the tablet turns on and starts recording, Levi unaware of it. A little smile crosses his face as he sees Shane, and then he gets up, heading out to the kitchen.

It takes a while for Levi to wake up completely, so he doesn't realize that, despite being as hungry as he is, his fangs haven't extended, and his eyes are their normal blue. He doesn't think twice about the blood he's pulling out of the fridge and how it smells unappealing. Instead, he leans against the counter, wondering vaguely where that thumping noises is coming from, and doesn't really pay attention to much else until the microwave beeps and he takes a sip of the blood. That wakes him up, because it tastes disgusting, and he spits it out in his surprise.

It doesn't-- what is that thumping noise? Levi pauses, and lifts a hand to his neck.

Oh, crap.

[ooc: Annnnd Levi's human glitch begins~! Information here. Don't be afraid to ask any questions if you have them. 8D]

shaneonyou.livejournal.com

[Shane fumbles with the tablet, clearly in a hurry to get this ditty out to the public as quickly as possible:]

Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear Leeee-viiiiiii

[HOSHIT, LOCATION HAS BEEN COMPROMISED --]

... Happybirthdaytoyou!

[Transmission ends. Levi will be accepting public reactions of his outed fate in the comments or anywhere else of your choosing.]

fordification.livejournal.com

Things had descended into a horribly routine existence for Ethan. Despite all the bizarre wiles of Taxon, despite whatever he did to beat the monotony, it all came down to the same sort of routine. And this wasn't Taxon's fault in the least, no; it was Ethan's fault, physically stuck in Taxon, mentally stuck back at the Facility, and emotionally -- well, emotionally quite lost. His sister's doll, the thing that came with him, it always found its way back into his consciousness, nagging at him and dragging him back to remembering how he felt the week he'd returned to the way he was before he'd died: Ethan Alastair Ford of the New Jersey Fords. It reminded him of what he had to go back to, too. More torture, more tests, and a continued life alone -- if Remington even let him live that long, let alone live, period. Stuck in this rut, Ethan was pacing himself into a trench.

Part of this routine, of course, during the daylight hours, was sleep. But that changed today. Today was something new.

Ethan dreamt. But it wasn't a dream, because it was real. Vivid. Like a flood of memories, life played in fast-forward, but he could feel every blow, every emotion. The Facility, that kid, getting out, finding -- finding Clara, being on the run, hiding in empty buildings, trying to stay alive, going home, the MacKenzies, finding Levi, meeting Shane, the detox, turning back, the plan going wrong -- fuck, it was all there, too real to question. Everything. He'd gotten his life - so to speak - back, he'd gotten his revenge. But those things paled in comparison to one thing... his sister. She was alive. He hadn't killed her all those years ago, like he'd thought. And now - somewhere, outside of Taxon, wherever these memories were coming from - they were together again, not the same, but close enough. She was alive.

And right now, from where Ethan's sleeping, he jerks awake, knocking his tablet onto the floor in the process. It bounces, then skitters a few feet away, turning on. It broadcasts only the sounds of the room; the squeak of a mattress, the sudden shift of cloth. Ethan sighs deeply, sitting up, then rests his face in his hands. "... Fuck."

It's only a few moments before another noise follows: quiet laughter.

taxcollectors.livejournal.com

All throughout the day, tablets across Taxon will be ringing. The chime is simple, a four part melody that's pleasing to the ear and completely unique compared to any other signal the tablets have sounded. Just a simple little ditty, effortless and pretty. The tablet's screen reads thusly, with font a bright and calming blue:

--VOICE COMMUNICATION--

;4JA7097<DPBQ:&;FDP8D:.@91uRH<.5=DN85<,@A9EB@Ls

THANK YOU!

Pick up, it seems to say, all cheery colors and bright ring. It's time we had a chat, and that feeling is eerily familiar to the niggling in the back of one's mind when they just know it's an old friend on the other end of the line that they've been missing lately.

Pick up, citizens. Your keepers are calling.

[ooc: So begins part two! Posts like this will also be up tomorrow and Friday. All communication from the aliens will be [voice], and characters will get either a male or female sounding alien asking them questions when they tag in. Feel free to have them ask questions back to the aliens, as well. Have fun!]

saintsanguine.livejournal.com

On the third day after the summer solstice (three days, in terms of Biblical context, is the proper chronology for resurrection), Elena steps out of his room and into the hallway, and Stefan learns a valuable lesson on the permutations of silence.

( it'll eke away at everything, but we'll be fine. )

[[OOC: if it's okay to do so I'm going to assume the ~most magical~ thread with

herquietude takes place after any other responses, because I wish to inflict the littlest vampire teacup on everyone. Everyone.]]

fordification.livejournal.com

Ethan hasn't quite been himself for the last several weeks. Of course, it all started with a visit from a particular elf. Several disturbed acquaintances later, Christmas happened, and just as all the other cavity-inducing Christmas Joy-spreading victims started losing their holiday highs, the system just had to glitch and set this vampire back about a hundred and forty years.

Well, now this vampire is a vampire again - has been since around noon on New Year's Day, actually - and completely unsettled by the last few weeks' behaviour. Kind of like everyone you know being shown your angsty teenager poetry. Not cool.

It's after dark and Ethan's out for a walk, staying in Osten and carefully avoiding the area surrounding Levi's mansion. He just needs some air, and to at least pretend things are still normal, that he's still got some semblance of control, even if he's been ultimately banned from hunting. Whatever. No one said he can't freak out the occasional Extra and then chase down the adrenaline with some of that hatched crap.

Considering this, Ethan turns a corner and heads down the street.

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]

fordification.livejournal.com

When Ethan fell asleep, he wasn't himself; cheerful, happy, lighthearted and enjoying Christmas for the first time in about a hundred and forty years. When he woke up, he still wasn't himself - but instead that length of time had shortened considerably: it had been about a year since Christmas was anything enjoyable for him.

When he woke up, Ethan was human, twenty-five, and still dealing with the death of his older brother.

It had been a shock, of course, and he'd dealt with it as calmly as possible. Waking up in a strange place with strange clothes and strange, unfamiliar things around him... fine. He wouldn't go out of his mind. Not now. And all that aside, it was completely possible that all this was a dream. It felt surreal enough, and had no chance of being possible... ridiculous. Besides, his first thought was not that he needed to get himself help, or even to find out what was going on. Ethan's first thought was that he had to find his sister. He couldn't risk losing her, too, dream or not.

After several minutes of confusion when it came to getting on a proper shirt and pair of pants - weren't these the pants they were selling to miners these days? At least they weren't half ugly -, Ethan threw on a coat, a pair of boots, and a scarf, and headed outside into the completely unfamiliar city, streets covered in fresh snow.

Unfortunately - or fortunately - for Ethan, while he was probing at the device attached to his wrist, he inadvertently turned it on. So if one were to look at their tablet now, they would see Ethan walking quickly down the street, coat pulled tightly around him, looking worried.

"Clara? Clara." He sighs, breath coming out in a cloud of mist, and then raises his voice: "Clara! Answer me! Where are you?"

((Glitch! Ethan has gone oldschool, circa 1879, not long before he was turned. Be nice, kids!))

fordification.livejournal.com

It would appear that someone talked to that overgrown elf, because someone tends to like to jump to insults a little too quickly (seriously, those tights are an assault on eyes everywhere). If he was completely conscious of the change that came about after speaking to him, he'd certainly complain - but he's not, so if anyone feels compelled to ask, he's completely fine. Better than fine, actually. Ethan hasn't felt this good in years; ridiculously happy, refreshingly light, and actually giving a damn for once that it's almost Christmas.

It's boring at his place. And quiet. This is not acceptable -- it's annoying, actually. And he knows exactly how he could remedy that. Ethan has to wonder why he didn't do this days ago, instead of walking around and holding a grudge like some kind of kid. Levi's the closest thing to a friend he has at the moment, and since he tends to just piss off everyone else he talks to, he hasn't had much to choose from in the company department. This, of course, is bound to change in the next nine days.

Anyway, he gets to the door, and if it weren't for that invite-only thing, he'd be walking right in. So he knocks loudly on the front door.

"Hey. Blakely! You in there?"

Knock knock knock knock. Knock knock knock knock.

glowingseer.livejournal.com

"Chestnuts roasting on an open fireeeee.
Jack Frost nipping on your nose
Yuletide carols... la la la hmm hmm hmm
[ mumble mumble does not know the whole lyrics okay ]"

Well hello, Taxon. Today you might be roused from your peaceful slumber by the sound of someone singing a beautiful, familiar song. As for the singing, well... judge for yourself.

"And so I'm offering this simple phrase,
To kids from one to ninety-twoooooooo,
Although it's been said many times, many ways,
A very Merry Christmas toooooooo [ a deep breath. ] ...youuuuuuuuuuu!"

[ wreathes glitch! Feel free to tell her to shut up because, really, Cordelia may be a lot of things but a wonderful singer will never be one of them. ]

fordification.livejournal.com

[To say that Ethan is desperate would be an understatement. People can hate a job. They can hate a living situation or a place. But they can deal with it and move on. Ethan hates this. He left humanity behind over a hundred years ago, and to be forced back to weakness, to a dependence on drugs, to be trapped and alone and fucking helpless...

He won't do it anymore. Not as long as he can help it.

So Levi won't go near the drug. Fine. For the last six days, Ethan hasn't touched it. He's let it leave his system, and it's made him weak and sick and tired, but it should be enough. It will be enough - at least, he hopes. Levi owes him, and he knows the younger vampire. If Ethan calls him up like this right now, looking like death warmed over (and frankly, feeling worse), he won't say no. And if he does say no, Ethan has other plans in mind. Hey, we did say he was beyond desperate.

Ethan dials him up, and his words are preceded by a few short, harsh coughs:]

Get your ass over here.

((~~spoilers for my nano omg~~ Ethan's getting his life - er, unlife - back. Mod-approved, and hopefully this will get him back out of his hidey-hole. :D))

levilup.livejournal.com

Levi is a newbie in Taxon, and he's exploring, because that's what vampires do best. Other that the whole blood sucking and stalking in the night thing. Vampires do that pretty well, too.

But forget that off topic bit of rambling; Levi's wandering the streets of Taxon, and it's closer to night time than day time, because even if he can walk in the sun, it doesn't mean he wants to. The sun makes him uncomfortable, and Levi simply does not do uncomfortable. Either way, it's getting dark, and Levi's walking around Central, near the Sanctuary building, because he figures hey, if he's going to explore, why not try to find Shane, as well?

He's relatively sure he isn't going to, but just in case. And besides, he wants to meet the locals. Ethan was all dandy and everything, but Levi fully intended on investigating these so called 'other vampires' and also, finding likely candidates to invite to the soonest basement party he could come up with.

He might also be vaguely considering eating one of the people wandering outside without bracelets. Levi had already tried everything to get his off-- it was tacky and ugly, and they could have at least made it glitter or something-- to no avail. But Ethan had told him the people without the bracelets were okay to eat.

Levi is standing in the middle of the street, arms folded, watching the Extras go by, and pondering this dilemma. He doesn't realize his tablet has gone off again, filming his thoughtful expression.

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!”

fordification.livejournal.com

When all of Taxon becomes dark and the world shifts into another state of being; darker, unwelcoming, Ethan isn't deterred. He feels the chill, the natural human instinct telling him to get back inside to safety - that he's in danger. He doesn't listen to it. Listening to it would be another step into admitting defeat. It would also be smart, and... well.

It frustrates him, though, that the further he walks through the dark and fog, trying to make his way back to his place from some bar, the more unshakeably nervous he's becoming. Anyone could be watching. Anyone. One of those vampires, someone who knows who he is -- one of Them. The guards. Remington. Every sound starts catching his attention, and he tells himself to stop letting it get to him, but it's increasingly difficult. There are movements in the shadows, and he can feel his pace and pulse start to quicken. The irony about the fact that this was the kind of fear he used to invoke does not go unnoticed.

Somewhere in the shifting of his arms, the tablet on his wrist is turned on. That's around the same time that he feels movement behind him and whips around to face it, only to be met with nothing but air. He feels something, though; something near him, and it's putting him on edge. There's sound along with the movement, for him. The distant sound of talking, muddled, indistinct and familiar. Ethan stops, staring down the misty street. "Who's there?"

"Mr. Ford. How nice to see you again."

Is that fear or anger on his face? Both, it seems, as he backs away from who he sees -- thinks he sees. No, sees. A man in a labcoat heading in his direction through the curtain of fog. Ethan can almost make out his smug expression from here. "No. No, no, get the fuck away from me."

Remington - the figure of Remington - whatever it is disregards his words completely. "Finding you was much more tedious than I would have liked. I believe you and I left some work unfinished."

"Get away from me, or I swear to God --"

And it chuckles at him. ( God does nothing for monsters, Mr. Ford. Perhaps you should have thought of that. )

((ooc: La la la la Halloween, la la la backdated like WHOA. Feel free to tag 'er in.))

justbeenspotted.livejournal.com

You better watch out, you better think twice, Gossip Girl knows who's been naughty or-- well, not like nice ever made headlines. So let's concentrate on naughty, shall we? I have to say, when I arrived I was disheartened to find so many of my familiar faces missing. But I can put away the tissues and my fainting couch, because you've risen to the occasion, in all senses of the word. Bravo, Taxon; in honor of this week's sexuality questioning and XXX tablet entries, I would never want to quit you. ♥

So, let's get started, shall we? The news waits for no one, and neither do I.

To start things off with a bang-- and I do mean bang-- we have my favorite Space Slut's latest escapades. First he hops into bed with F (by the way, F; the rack is fantastic, but cover the girls up, sweetie. Whore chic is so last year) much to B's chagrin. She seems to have found revenge is a dish best served 6'4 and well muscled; looks like pretty boy's not-so-little brother has the same way with women. (And I thought the relationships were hard to follow on The Hills.) Two Slayers for Two Brothers, with the rest of their man harem on the side. Don't forget to share, ladies. Bogarting Taxon's finest slices of beefcake can only breed resentment.

But what's this I spy with my little eye? B and JT, sharing stories and apologies, and then making plans for scantily clad fun in the sun. Wife swapping is all well and good, you three, but someone needs to put a ring on it before Valtrex is needed by all involved parties.

...Or maybe I was wrong. A source tells me JT and a new face were spotted swapping stories and a mutual love of leather and chrome. Lock that down, B, or your competition just may be the one wrapping her legs 'round his engines. Tramps like you, baby you were born to run.

Have no fear, Taxon, it doesn't end there; B and pretty boy continued their will they, won't they dance. But this time, it included corsets. Hidden kink or desperation, B? Only time will tell. As for our boy; it seems he drowned his sorrows with F (and some recreation time with S) while a certain less than jolly giant drank alone. Or, he was alone until Little Miss Muffet joined him. If this a sibling rivalry thing, D? Or do you and B share more than genetic material?

And where does this leave poor, lonely R? Well, if my sources are to be believed, avoided by F and lying through his teeth to B. Oh what a tangled web, R. Come clean, why don't you? I hear you and F have the first part of that down to a science, but I could be wrong. Why don't we ask her dirty laundry? And I do mean that literally. If linens could talk... Sorry, B. Looks like you got duped. Better luck next time!

That's enough on that; let's put our finger on the pulse of our newest arrivals. Or lack thereof, as the case may be. IkeaLover9 and his fabulous companions, L and P. One seems more enthused about Ikea's patronage than the other, but I don't concern myself with those power struggles. Our Nordic boy's been all over the map; a man after my own heart. Could it be that I've finally found the perfect man?

...A certain scene kid says no. Sadly, these two make Bert and Ernie's relationship look positively glacial. Oh, Ikea. If only you weren't such a pathetic little puppy for a tattooed piece of jailbait looking tail. We could have really had something. ♥ As it is, enjoy the housewarming. I'll send a fruit basket. I'm sure it'll feel right at home.

As for the well-shod P; now, there's a woman I can admire. Blair Waldorf she may not be, but if I have to trade one ice queen for another, I think P will do. As the saying goes, P, haters gon' hate, and players gon' play; don't let the envy of the de-fanged get you down. As for you, Fangless, I'd suggest a nice day at the spa. The pale look went out while you were sleeping; a day or ten at the beach would do wonders.

I have more news, of course, but there's something to be said for anticipation. Rest easy, Taxon, if I missed you? Your turn's up next. Unless you're not worth talking about, of course. Carry on, caucus with your fellow citizens, and make it work. You know I will! ♥

xoxo~

Gossip Girl

[ooc: IN CASE I FORGET THE SUBJECT LINE all replies from GG will be in text. ALSO GOD I HATE RL, SORRY THIS TOOK FOREVER. I know I missed a lot, but it was just too tl;dr, even for GG. Next blast will be sooner and hit up the gossip I missed.]

fordification.livejournal.com

[The tablet clicks on tout suite, for Ethan here has a very important question that needs to be asked of the Taxon public at large:]

'Fangtasia'. You're kidding me, right?

awfulfirstname.livejournal.com

[At some time around nine in the morning (or whatever serves as nine in the morning in Taxon) there is a loud expression of glee issuing from the tablets. Tonks awoke this morning to an unusual sound, and upon investigation, has discovered the train system that has appeared in Taxon over night.

At the moment, she's itching to ride one of them, because she loves trains. And, well, Muggle inventions are always fun to play around with.]

Oi, Taxon! Look outside, you lot see anything different about the world? [Quick pause.] Trains! Trains, my friends!

Come now, who wants to test them out with me, hm?

[[ooc: since nobody else has, Tonks is going to explore the trains and see if everything is functioning correctly. Care to join her?]]