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Today Jenna can be found camped out on her couch, pretty much sprawled across it while she's flipping through her tablet. She is bored. Very bored. Which is why she's making this post.

"Okay, Taxon. I have a poll.

1) Favorite types of wine.
2) Favorite ways of distracting yourself.

Go."

What, with everything going on and people seeing ghosts and things that weren't real, she needed the distraction and cleaning out her brother-in-law's family boxes wasn't cutting it anymore.

aintnoconvict

These days in Taxon were short, the sun rising a little before ten in the morning and setting shortly after one in the afternoon. It was also cold and snowy, and combining all of that together it could be difficult to find anything worth celebrating. Fortunately, there were some individuals intent on making making sure there was still warmth, that a few lights still glowed.

Over the past few days Glitch and Cain (with a little help from Fitz) had transformed a small warehouse in Shelley into a little haven of whimsy. Upon entering one was presented with a coat rack which sprouts a fresh hook for their belongings, and then beyond the curtain was a little piece of the Outer Zone. Overhead was a holographic projection of the Ozian night sky (an array of unfamiliar stars and three moons), a dance floor illuminated with shafts of colored light that seem to sparkle, a large table with assorted snacks and a self-serve bar with both alcoholic and booze-free drinks. There were folding chairs and small tables scattered about and party favors, noise makers, and festive hats were available for all who wanted them. Music for the evening would be techno-flavored jazz and the occasional intrusion of ~~Otherside~~ Earth dance music. Whatever's playing, it'll have fabulous rhythm.

For anyone who wanted to escape the noise, the warehouse's office had been converted into something of a lounge, decked out with a few pieces of furniture borrowed from the Northern Island.

It's Annual's End, time to celebrate the past and leap into the future.

[ OOC: Party post! Tag in, tag each other, meet new folks and mingle around. There's a planning post here which you're still welcome to hit up :D ]

allthatlife.livejournal.com

It was impossible to travel on the TARDIS without encountering death and, like the rest of the prisoners in Taxon, Martha Jones had her fair share of ghosts. The majority of her ghosts, however, came from a year that most of her world had forgotten had happened.

She still dreamed of the year that she had spent travelling the planet, sowing the seeds for the Master’s defeat. Although she and the Doctor had saved the world in the end, it was impossible to forget how close they’d come to defeat and how much the human race had suffered during the fight. Cities had fallen and countries had burned. Hope had been all but lost. But she’d walked on and she’d told her story and, in the end, that had been enough. She’d saved the world using nothing but words.

While she slept, the city conjured up the worst ghosts of all. She woke up with a start, knocking her tablet off her bedside table, to find them waiting for her.

The Doctor – her Doctor, with his pinstriped suit and tousled hair and warm eyes – was on his knees, bound and gagged. The Master stood tall, the laser screwdriver on one hand and an arrogant smile on his face.

Wakey wakey, Doctor Jones.

“You’re not here. I know you’re not here. You’re just a dream.”

Am I? What would your fiancé say if he knew you were dreaming out me?

She decided not to dignify that with a response, but there was something else that she needed to say.

“I’m not scared of you, Saxon. I’ve stopped you once. I can do it again.”

Is that what you think? That you stopped me? The ghost of the Time Lord laughed. What makes you think that I didn’t plan for my death? What makes you think that I’m not waiting to come back?

“You’re not the sort of person to plan for defeat. You were so convinced that you’d broken the human race and we still rose up to stop you.”

I’m going to make the Doctor watch when I kill you, he said, almost conversationally. Once I’ve finished with your family. You’re going to scream, Martha Jones. You’re going to scream and you’re going to die knowing that the Doctor – your precious, precious Doctor – failed you again.

And then he was gone. They were both gone. Martha, breathing heavily, stared around her room, trying to work out what had been a dream and what had been caused by the city itself.

brokenoptimism

" - Have to learn to keep it under... control." Charles let his train of thought taper off with the startling realization that he was quite suddenly alone. Not only alone, but very much not where he had been just seconds before. His brows knit together, eyes sweeping around the metallic chamber, instantly on guard. His expression set into a slightly crooked frown when his eyes finally caught sight of the alien looking machine above him. How had they found him so quickly? They had been careful to keep attention away from them. He had shielded their appearance and made certain to avoid anyone who even let a passing thought of the CIA wander through their minds. Cold blue eyes sought out any form of camera, settling for the device above him as he tipped his head up, not making a move from the platform. If they expected him to scamper around like a frightened mouse they were going to be disappointed.

"Clever. I suppose you are learning from your mistakes after all, though obviously not well enough if you believe you can hold me here for long. Do you really need a second demonstration?" He held the false confidence in his voice, hiding the fear that was building in his chest to the best of his abilities. Not again. He could only hope the others had escaped. "Is this how things are going to work this time? A room with no doors? You think keeping people out of here will keep me from getting out? Someone will have to come in, eventually." He did not want a repeat of the last escape. His conscience could not handle it. A weary tone fell into his voice when he spoke again.

"Why are you doing this? What could you possibly hope to gain that you did not from the last time you held us? It isn't necessary. We should be working together, not against one another. Our differences do not need to make us your enemies." He swallowed the apprehension, stepping down from the platform carefully. A curious eye turned briefly toward the pedestal before he was back to studying the walls and the strange device hanging from the ceiling. After a moment he reached toward the device, freezing at the sight of the bracelet on his wrist. "...What?" His brows knit together again, studying the strange bracelet on his wrist. Was this some new form of their mind games? He ran his fingers over it, distress level rising at the way it was fused to his skin. Metallic room... metallic device... metal bracelet. His voice dropped to little more than a confused whisper, barely even audible over his breathing.

"Erik?"

secretshame

For Jenna, things had recently been pretty normal as far as Taxon goes. Gain people, lose double. Lose one, gain none. She was starting to learn the ins and outs of the city and hated what she'd come to notice.

She'd woken up a few days ago to find them both gone. Now it was just her... and probably Katherine, if the vampire ever decided to show her face again. Selfishly, Jenna hoped that Katherine had gone back, too. At least Stefan and Damon could protect Elena... and Caroline could help. Better than Jenna herself ever had, that was for sure.

The first thing the tablets really picked up was the crash of a bottle sliding out of Jenna's hand and hitting the floor. She could have sworn she'd just seen Elena... getting snacked on by some vampire in firelight, but no... that couldn't be. It wasn't possible. And whatever she'd seen - or thought she had seen - was gone. Jenna didn't even bother to pick up the glass, not noticing as her tablet, sitting on top of the kitchen counter, clicked on to show her tear-stained face staring at something far behind her tablet's screen.

"...Elena?"

Eventually, Jenna wiped at her eyes and looked down at the floor. Her eyes still didn't catch the tablet. She was pretty much ignoring it for now. And finally, she knelt down, out of sight of the tablet feed, to start picking up the broken glass and mopping the floor. What a waste of a good bottle of wine.

goodluck-kobra.livejournal.com

Kobra had never seen snow in his life. Not that he had ever felt a particular urge to do so; in the hot desert days he was much more likely to dream of buckets full of ice cubes than snow. Though he would've taken it, if ice cubes weren't available.

It was easy, dreaming of the cold in the hot desert sun. Now that it was cold Kobra wished he was back in the desert. At least he knew how to deal with heat. The cold made him feel like he was never going to warm up, even though he WAS wearing a scarf and coat now, so all the people who had apparently decided to mother him couldn't complain. His fingers and the tip of his nose were still red and cold though and being outside sucked. He couldn't sit down in the forest anymore without his pants getting all wet and it was all around uncomfortable. It sucked BIG TIME.

Still too restless to look for a place inside Kobra had wandered around and just about reached Lake Whitman when it started to snow. He'd never actually seen it, because mostly he'd been sleeping in the car and woken up to snow some hours later. Squinting behind his sunglasses (fuck, winter was supposed to be better, wasn't it? But the sky seemed even brighter these days, causing his eyes to constantly tear and feel sore and his eyelids hot) Kobra looked up, just watching for a few minutes and standing still as a statue. It looked...really pretty.

Extending a hand he tried to catch some of the snowflakes, but despite what he had thought he couldn't really feel them on his hand. When he took a step forward there was a scrunching sound under his boots. Okay, this was kind of cool.

Looking over at the lake he noticed that it had apparently frozen over, which, fuck, even MORE amazing. Kobra walked over and carelessly dropped the small messenger bag he'd been carrying, containing nothing but the tablet, a book and some Batman comics he'd lifted from a store. He didn't notice that the tablet slipped out and turned on, showing a wonky, upside down version of him.

Crouching down by the edge of the lake Kobra poked at the water. There was only ice. It almost felt like his fingers were going to get stuck to it. He'd heard about lakes freezing over, but Kobra had never actually seen it in his life. Contemplating he looked out further, bottom lip worried between his teeth. Walking over water would be exceptionally shiny.

Getting up again he took a careful step forward, trying to see if the ice would hold up.

rereremembered.livejournal.com

There once was a man named Franz Joacim Kreiner who lived upon a mountain ridge above the main village of Taxonia. He was an amiable sort, well-liked but known to be lazy. It was also rumored that he could perform miracles with song. Twenety years ago he vanished, and many of the townsfolk believed him dead. This was not the case.

Franz awoke in a dell, the rotted remains of his guitar cradled in his arms. He was astonished to discover his hair and beard had grown a foot, and that his joints ached abominably. The last thing he remembered was sharing a drink with his good friend, a medicine man who was also a trickster, and the falling asleep...

"Crikey," he rasped,and made his way down the mountain to the village, searching for familiar faces. By and by he made his way to the village green, where he pulled his mysteriously still-functional tablet from his pocket.

"Taxonians!" he called. "I'd like to know what has befallen me! Do any of you know me? Do any of you know a bloody barber, for that matter?"

ooc: yo dawg I put some retroactive pause glitch in my AU so I can make up for my fail while I make up for my fail.and yes, Franz Joacim is the name his father would have given him had he never left Germany. AS FOR KNOWING HIM: it is totally possible since we're playing with fairyland physics and chronology and wonky aging so yeah, have at.

longaevus

It had been just over a week since the invitations had been sent around, with the help of Glitch. Helen had known that Halloween was fast approaching but she'd had no plans for it - she hadn't since Ashley had been young, and yet somehow it was her that had put together such an event on this evening. It had been whilst working with Glitch that the idea had come up, through a casual discussion of Taxon, previous occurrences at this time and a wish for people to come together, to have something a little more relaxing after recent events and she'd offered the Sanctuary, after a little thought.

Now she was putting the finishing touches together - or rather to herself. Working on Mick's 'problem' as well as continuing to compile previous information on Taxon had left her doing little else - her own fault. She'd spent the majority of the day preparing the Sanctuary - or at least part of it. The main foyer and the first room leading from the left would be all that was accessible, everything else she had locked down - she wasn't yet trusting enough to open up the Sanctuary (and it did stop people from becoming lost). Then came the matter of a costume - not her idea. She hadn't given it any thought and in a last minute thought she'd gone back to something that she'd already owned. Curling her hair for it was a practised thing that she'd never forgotten, along with how to move in the dress.

She gave a brief pause, smiling at a few of the memories and then moving before allowing the others to dwell. Tonight was not for that, tonight was for relaxation and the more pleasant social aspects (two things that she still wasn't quite good at). Making her way down to the foyer Helen opened the doors to the Sanctuary. Tonight would be good. Pleasant.

[ ooc; forwardated like a forward thing to early Taxon evening. Remember you're confined to the foyer ( 1 | 2 ) & a room leading from the left (it's big). There's always outside too! There's also food (buffet style) and drinks (and animal blood). Don't forget the costumes and mingle away! ]

rereremembered.livejournal.com

[ after a few days of relative quiet Fitz felt it was safe to...assess the situation. ]

Everyone back to themselves now?

ooc: glitch over! go about your business~

longaevus

[ When the video comes on Helen's in her medical lab, clearing away some equipment. For those that may have seen her over the past week she's certainly looking like the Helen Magnus that you're more familiar with - confident and certain, and she feels good to be back ]

Glitches certainly have a different meaning to them after you've experienced one, the idea of them in any case.

[ Helen's not yet looking at her tablet, just speaking, focussing more on whatever she's doing ]

I find it more worrying that it can affect the city at a large. I'm a little curious as to if there are those that have been unaffected this time - selective glitching would certainly make the situations far more dangerous.

[ And Helen has the memories of the past week. Who she was... it certainly didn't feel like her. She may have been Helen Magnus, at least at one point, any way, but she didn't feel like her at all. Certain parts - the lighter elements, particularly her work had seemed nice. But the rest... Helen was certainly wondering what this meant

And now she's finally looking at the tablet, a little uncomfortable by the events and memories that she'd been left with ]

I'm curious now as to what glitches have previously occurred - individual or city wide, if you'd be comfortable discussing them, of course.

hasaheart

For someone who's been feeling the weight of the months going by for so long, it comes as a surprise for Cain that a year has gone by. For understandable reasons (that will go unmentioned but not ignored), he wasn't paying attention for several months. One day blurred into the next, one week was suddenly four, people came and gone, glitches struck, and just when he thought he couldn't feel worse, things started to look up again. The inhabitants of Taxon were confined to the Sanctuary, and bit by bit, he picked himself up. He started living in the present, tried dwelling less on the past, and began taking control of his future in what small measures he could. Like talking to a friend.

The past few months have been more hectic than he can remember life ever being since he came here, and before he quite knew it, it had been an entire annual since he first came here - shot in the shoulder and shell shocked and frightened.

He sends a message to everyone still here, new and old. "It's been a year now. I may not have found a way out of here yet, but I still feel like I've come a long way. I didn't think I would feel...like this."

Cain pauses, looking to the side. "I came here the sixteenth, this month. If someone would've told me then I'd be where I am now..." He shakes his head, leaving the sentence unfinished.

"It gets better. I hit rock bottom a year ago, but that much I know. I got better."

ironfright.livejournal.com

[ The backdrop of sakura trees and manicured shrubbery indicate that Puck's found his way to one of the themed parks that dot the city. It seems for a moment like he might be sleeping, but then his eyes open and they're a little more luminescent than normal. He touches the base of the tree and from that spot, a sudden sprout of flowering vines shoot up from the spot, curling around the trunk.

Just as it seems all is going well, he happens to glance over and notice the red light on the tablet indicating its recording status. His concentration broken, the vine withers and dies in seconds, shriveling up into a blackish-brown shell. ]

I'm going to bury this fucking thing...

eventextras.livejournal.com

The idea, as it had been initially presented, was for citizens to experience what it was like to walk in someone else's shoes. In practice it became discovering what it was like to walk in their own shoes, if their taste in shoes were suddenly quite different from normal. The footwear still fit and was comfy, but the style was quite different.

For two weeks the prisoners of Taxon swapped their utilitarian Doc Martin's for trendy Louboutins (or vice versa) and all manner of shenanigans reigned.

[ OOC: Trying something new! this is basically a LOG POST where everyone can consolidate their opposite plot doings in one location for optimal organization. How it will work:
→ tag in with your character being affected by the opposite plot.
→ include the dates they will be affected!
→ others will tag you with reactions, and you can tag them!

You are of course free to make your own posts as well. Have fun! ]

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]

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?

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!

taxcollectors.livejournal.com

A burst and crackle of static, and all over Taxon tablets flare into life, giving the city the Sheriff's smiling, amiable countenance.

Behind him, there's what appears to be a small, municipal police station, complete with two jail cells in the background. There's another uniformed man there, who is currently shutting a jail cell door on two figures who are as brightly colored and rebellious as the rest of the setting is beige and homey.

The Sheriff nods at Taxon, wholesome and earnest and ready to be your friend.

"Howdy, folks. Bit of a commotion earlier today, and I feel I owe everyone an apology for not getting to the scene a mite sooner. But things ought to quiet on down for a bit now, I reckon. I'd like to say a big warm country thank you to all those folk who helped out-- got water and all on those poor folk, put out fires and such-- let's give them a big hand, shall we?"

And he claps. (Behind him, the other policeman quickly starts clapping too-- drops the keys-- stoops to pick them up-- bangs his head against the bars-- and proceeds to enact a slapstick routine for the next five minutes in the background. Party and Kobra have a front row view of this absurdity.)

"Now I know things have been rough at times lately, and I sure am sorry. If you folk need anything, you just give the Sheriff a holler, and I'll be there just as soon as I can, lickety-split. If I can't come myself, why, I'll send Barney here, my trusted right-hand man." A gesture at Barney, who has managed to drop both hat and keys by this point.

"I won't take any more of your time, folks, but if I could ask the town doctor-- I'm sorry, town doctors, no offense meant ladies, no offense meant-- to come on down by the station, one of these boys could use a bit of seeing to his hand, he had it in a place he oughtn't. Much oblige if one of you skilled practitioners could swing on by, yes indeed.

"Now if you all will excuse me, I have some paperwork to sort out."

And the feed abruptly ends. No amount of searching on the tablets will turn up the Sheriff. For that matter, most people who look for Party or Kobra will not see their location on the map right now either-- unless they are Doctor Helen Magnus or Doctor Martha Jones, in which case the boys' dots are blinking away together in a building in Central.

***

Inside the building, which is a simple, two-story brick structure that practically leaks Small Town Americana on its neighboring Spanish Villa and Greco-Roman bath-- the Sheriff is shaking his head at Barney, and directing him to hold some ice on the goose-egg he's given himself by smacking his head into the bars of Party Poison and Kobra Kid's cell.

"Barney, you'd better sit right on down," says the Sheriff, and the other man grudgingly complies, a baggie of ice held to his skull. The Sheriff glances over at the prisoners-- who have been put into the same cell, as an old drunk is snoring away in the other one-- and offers his usual smile.

"Doctor should be in in a bit to look at that hand of yours, young man. In the meantime, Barney, where'd you stick that cobbler your momma made?"

[ETA: I didn't make it clear enough in the initial post that there ARE ways for characters to contact PP and KK, and vice versa, ways for them to contact others. Both brothers still have their tablets with them, and can 'call out' if they want-- they just don't show up on the map, presumably since the Sheriff didn't want to deal with a possible rescue squad barging in. Likewise, if characters want to use their tablets to contact the brothers, it's the equivalent of 'they've vanished from your Contacts List, but you can find them by hunting through your recent calls' sort of thing with a cell phone-- you can still talk to PP and KK, with a little ingenuity.

As always, please feel free to bring up any concerns! I'm learning as I go.]

poisonousparty.livejournal.com

If Jet Star were around, he would have objected. And they probably would have listened to him.

If their little girl was around, she would have been all for it. But there was no way they'd go through with it when she might get hurt.

But they aren't here and that leaves Party Poison and Kobra Kid to their own dubious morals and, of course, the killjoy concept of fun. Party's had one hell of a time in Taxon--aliens, hamsters, FBI agents, Librarian dudes, nearly running over a girl, finding a superhero, fighting with Kobra on more than one occasion, the S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W that may or may not be a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W and instead someone that just looked like a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W...

Yeah, it was definitely time to destroy shit.

They'd swiped the obvious tools, which was basically just a whole lot of empty bottles from a few bars, a bed sheet, tape and gasoline. It wasn't that hard, it really wasn't. And after the majority of the morning was spent ripping the sheets up properly, they were ready to go.

Extras weren't people, was the redhead's realization. They were like draculoids, robots of some sort. And Party needed a release that wasn't just being a speed demon. From the way him and Kobra kid had been fighting since they got here, it was best they both do it. And maybe--just maybe--he resented the fact that he was here and was taking it out on them. It was a statement. It was just a really fun statement.

"Oldest first," he stated, setting fire to the first molotov cocktail. The two of them were on top of a relatively high building, and Party looked over the edge. Nope. No prisoners, it looked. Just Extras. Awesome.

"She said come on, come on, kiss my battery, come on, come on and fuck this whole wide world!" Because he was going to sing at the top of his lungs, especially while throwing the homemade (and well crafted) incendiary device to the people below. There was a crash, and then a woosh of flames. Party laughed for the first time in a while, tossing the lighter to Kobra.

((OOC: I know we've been swamping your flists lately, but I couldn't help it. Since there's currently Extras on fire and a whole lot of 'what the fuck' going on, it's open to anyone, anyway, any how. Feel free to either join in or tell the Killjoys off! The more the merrier. They are checking to make sure they don't hit anyone that looks like they're not an Extra, though.))

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.

smecker.livejournal.com

Paul eyes the table full of food and the cheap plastic chairs he's got set up. There should be plenty-- if he runs out, he'll take it as a very good goddamn sign, because it means people showed up.

The food isn't anything too complex-- there's a big tossed salad, some lasagna, garlic bread (and room on the table for people to place their own additions, if they want). The point of this isn't to be gourmet: it's to get people here, to try and make everyone get onto the same page.

Paul pinches at the bridge of his nose. That may be too much to hope for. Same book, though. Same book would be nice. Reading out of the same encyclopedia which has some common rules about not screwing each other over in the face of dealing with a common enemy.

He reminds himself to be polite, to bite back on his natural bitchiness, or at least cloak it in socially-acceptable levels of sarcasm and humor. Then he picks up his tablet to broadcast a reminder to the city.

"Hey, Taxon: food's on. Come with your brains engaged."

It's a few minutes yet until noon. Paul has a seat in one of the chairs and leans his head back to stare at the ceiling, waiting for people to arrive.

[OOC STUFF! The Birdhouse layout is visible here. Since Paul lives in the building now, it does count as a private residence: if your character requires an invite to get in, they will find the way blocked unless someone invites them inside. If characters want to do that, either knowingly or unknowingly, that is cool OOCly, but I'd like a private PM first about it since it may all factor into things Paul does with the Birdhouse over time. I'm also totally down with playing out a vampire not being able to get in, and trying to have to cover that up if they want to.

EVERY CHARACTER IN TAXON is welcome in this thread, regardless of whether or not you have established CR, positive or negative, with Paul. Just post them arriving!

I'm going to put up a thread of placeholder for 'eating' versus 'Paul trying to get everyone to give introductions', in which people can go around the circle saying who they are, that sort of thing. All the threads I post will be taking place on the ground floor of the birdhouse-- if you want your character to explore, go for it! Just put in your subject line where they are poking around.

If anyone has any questions about layout or what characters would find, please feel free to ask me!]

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044 [location: a warehouse in shelley] we go to parties, listen to the DJs

010: It Won't Be Long Before I Disturb You in the Dark [Accidental Visual]

⊗01 || Holo || Sanctuary || Arrival Post

[ accidental audio / visual ] won't someone make my heavy heart light;

16| Location: Lake Whitman | Accidental visual | Every snowflake is different

011 [voice / location: the village green] has it been too long since i fell asleep?

05 | location: old city sanctuary | when that time is

010 [voice] It's All Over Now

04 | visual | a day of

[visual | location: Cain's place] 1st year: done

011 ♠ VISUAL ♠ Old Skill

[opposite event] This is a story all about how Taxon got flipped, turned upside down.

09| Visual | I'm Okay (Trust Me)

02 | text / location: wilde | meant to be

09 [voice | location: central] they say you should no wander after dark

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04 | LOCATION: CENTRAL | EXTRA TARGET PRACTICE | 3-2-1, WE'VE GOT THE BOMB

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