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The artificial sun rises in the artificial sky... just like every day in Taxon. For some of the inhabitants, this has been going on long enough to be very routine.

This morning, though, the light shines over quite a few gaps in the city's architecture. There is no Oxford library, no Hedge Maze. A number of the private residences are simply gone, those that people brought with them to Taxon. And the streets are very empty, indeed: no Extras on the sidewalks, no Extras driving cars. No smiling faces in the corner coffee shop. The trams rattle around the city with nary a soul on board. The streets are silent.

But it's not just the Extras who are gone. Most of the familiar faces are, too. The tablets show only a very short list of 'Contacts'-- those few citizens left in the city proper.

Save for a small handful of Taxon's prisoners-- left rattling around like the last pills in a nearly empty bottle-- the city is deserted, and silent as the grave.

[ OOC: The first of two log posts to kick off the event! For reference, these are the characters who are remaining in the city: Azkadellia, Briar Moss, Charles Xavier (AU), Daphne Powell, DG, Drusilla, Eanes, Illyria, James Holmes, Jenna Sommers, Martha Jones, Remus Lupin, and Wyatt Cain. ]

build

She isn't sure on the exact moment that she woke, or even the moment that she reached for the device looking for some form of answer. But when she did reach for the device, quickly flipping it on to the video feed, she was looking more confused (and possibly scared) then anything.

"Hello?" She says almost cautiously, letting her brow furrow into a deep thought, as she quietly attempts to find her next few words, all while continuing to try and make sense of this sudden loss of time she was now experiencing.

"Does anyone know what day it is?" She asks with a clear confusion in her tone, hoping to gain some type of understanding to things. It's clear she doesn't know what the answer should be right then, as she can't help but look slightly more lost then anything, turning her attention towards the plant (that she could have sworn she just potted) that now clearly looked in serious need of some watering just off to the right of her.

A long pause, and she is looking back into the feed, adding for some clarification: "I mean, I remember doing something and then suddenly..." She stops then, looking briefly back over towards the plant again. "What just happened?"

Because clearly something had to have happened and if this was one of those glitches she had heard about, she just wants to make sense of it all.

secretshame

Jenna turns on her tablet and sets it on the bar as she works. She's clearly at the Dodgy Jammer, drying off glasses and rearranging things. Honestly, she's bored, and one of the only reasons she's using this thing is just to... have something to do. And she's murmuring to herself.

"Kinda funny how you lose track of time in a place like this. Birthdays, year anniversaries. It's weird. Does anyone really keep track of that sort of thing?"

She shrugs, placing the glass on the rack behind her and picking up another from off camera.

"Hey, I'm at the Dodgy Jammer all day if anyone wants a to talk. Nothing too big, but I thought after the recent happenings, relaxation might be something we all need."

After another minute of nothing really coming to her, she shrugs and turns off the feed, returning to work.

unnaturalpause

For anyone curious James is leaning back against a wall as he talks, looking more worn then usual as he turns the tablet on. He hadn't wanted to make the announcement, had never dreamed he would have to and having worked to see if he could somehow find a stop for it, well now he had to tell everyone. And no he wasn't looking forward to this. Not after the delay he had taken in doing so but how could he not really?

"For those that know Ashley Magnus, she is presently not herself." A start at least right? "For those that have recently encountered her she is showing her, vampiric traits, and in that matter I doubt anyone could find a way to stop her. Vampires from my world, are unlike the literary creatures or those of others, what works on them will not work on her and she is otherwise resilient to more damage than anyone I have ever met." Well barring Nikola. "She also possesses the ability to teleport, and there is little we can do to stop her from arriving to your location except not allow her to see where you are. So long as she has seen your home once, she can arrive in it at any time.

All I can say is stay away from her as best you can and do not present yourself as a threat. With any luck this is only temporary or a solution will be found."

Otherwise he would have to have a serious talk with Nikola. With a sigh he turned the tablet off and started walking again, in a rather vain attempt to find Ashley and attempt to turn her back to herself.

buffy_slayer

The tablet is on, and broadcasting.

Buffy doesn't care.

She's sitting on a set of stone steps that apparently lead up a short grassy hill to... nothing. Not even a stone foundation to break apart the stretch of green.

"Hi there, Taxon."

Not crying, not yet at least. There's more resignation than anything else, and Buffy's leaning her head against one hand.

"The castle is gone. Willow is gone. My stuff isn't -- the hamsters were nice enough to leave me my stuff."

A motion towards a neat stack of small boxes, each stamped with "this side up" and an arrow pointing downwards.

"I suppose that I ought to look for a new place to live."

geniusforgotten

If the sudden shift in scenery had not been enough to irritate the, admittedly easily ruffled, vampire, the strange bracelet on his wrist certainly was. Wrapping his fingers around his wrist, he instinctively tried to remove the device, having little success. With a distinctive low growl, he stalked toward the pedestal and the (phone?) laying atop it. He wanted answers. Snatching the tablet from its resting place, he glared at the screen.

"This is not acceptable!"

The blinking message indicator caught his attention, and for a moment, his anger was diverted, his frown deepening as he read. Finally, he closed the document, leaning his elbow on the pedestal casually as he studied the device. Yes, he had discovered it was recording him. He was still glaring, but his anger was slightly less alarming.

"Couldn't we have managed without the jewelry? It doesn't match my suit." He looked back toward the platform he had arrived on, then back at the tablet in his hand. "But never mind that, I'll think of something."

And then he was grinning again. "But since we're all here, allow me to introduce myself. Nikola Tesla. Genius, inventor," and here there was a pause, mostly for effect, "vampire."

With that, he turned his attention to the strange blinking indicator directing him to another location in the city. "I wonder where you're taking me."

secretshame

It's morning, a time that's usually spent waking up and getting ready for the day. Usually, Jenna would be out of the door by this hour. But no. Not today. Today, she's just taken a tumble out of her bed, knocking her tablet off the dresser and to the floor next to her. A dark red patch has appeared around her stomach area and she clearly doesn't have the presence of mind to even press her hand to the wound to stop the bleeding. In fact, her eyes are glassy, as though she's not really seeing what's happening, and the truth of it is that she won't remember this at all.

Clearly, she needs help.

A few hours (days idk) later, once she's been tended and has rested enough to address the tablet, she does so, turning on the voice feature this time, though she's camped out on her couch.

"Hey, Taxon. Life is kinda crazy, huh?" She gave a soft, nervous laugh. "Just wanted to let you all know I'm fine. Just had a little tumble out of bed, but it's all fine now."

Actually, it isn't. She can't remember anything about what happened, just a few new memories of home and then waking up here. That's all. And it bothers her.

"Oh, and hey, has anyone heard from Katherine Pierce lately? Y'know... worried aunt here. Kinda hoping she went home." For many reasons.

She'll be camped out in a guest room for a while, until this wound she can't remember getting heals.

[ ooc: jenna's canon update finally! feel free to tag in before or after she's rescued, but she won't respond until long after. rescue crew, you can feel free to tag without jenna, as she won't be able to respond. the wound is a very deep stab wound in her stomach. and she's up for being bugged in person once she wakes up again :3 ]

buffy_slayer

The bar top was polished to a high shine, and Buffy carefully folded the damp towel she'd been using to wipe it down into a neat square.

Not nervous, nope.

Another spot gets a quick wipedown, and Buffy quickly puts the towel away before she manages to scrub a hole in the finish. She didn't really know when people tended to come in, but if she was by herself for awhile, there was always dusting, and mopping, and re-arranging, and and and...

OK, maybe a little nervous.

longaevus

It had been a few days since everyone had returned, since the chaos of what had occurred had ended. And someone was missing. It would have been easy to notice in a place of this size but for Helen this person was hard to miss - he'd been living with her.

And she cared.

She'd made certain to check when everything had ended, sending first a text to his tablet before checking every room in the Sanctuary. She'd left it a few days before openly checking the network, giving him chance to reply or for him to show up in the Sanctuary.

And he hadn't.

It made Helen worry; if he hadn't returned was anyone else trapped? And if not... she could still think of him, still worry unlike when she hadn't seen James for some time. This was different, and it wasn't good.

When Helen flicked on her tablet, using voice rather than visual (she didn't know quite how composed she was, announcing (asking) something like this was different to a thought, she kept her query short; keeping it concise.

"It's been a little time since you returned from what occurred, and hopefully those that were affected are well and unharmed?" She paused briefly, giving enough of a pause to be polite before moving on.

"I was wondering if anyone had seen a man named Dwight Hendrickson whilst they were there, or after they'd returned?" If not... it would be obvious, she thought, as to what had happened.

Helen left it there, not adding on her further thought of 'I haven't heard from him since' to it. She hoped that the worst hadn't occurred.

Helen shut off her tablet, shrinking it back down to pocket size before letting out a soft sigh. It had been a long time since she'd felt this; loss was one thing but these feelings attached? Picking her tablet up Helen slipped it into her jacket pocket, exitting her office - she needed to think.

secretshame

[ ooc: sometime before this. ]

The trouble with running from someone unknown was that it became harder and harder to differentiate between what was danger and what wasn't. Or who. Especially when one of those was someone very important.

Jenna was running, trying to keep one step ahead of both of those men. She'd wanted to get back to the house, to stay there and not invite anyone else inside, but she couldn't seem to find it. And every time she turned around, those men were right there in front of her. Or at least one of them was.

"You can't escape."

She didn't even know his name, but his teeth and the look in his eyes made her think he was a vampire. She avoided looking at him as long as possible.

"I've got vervain on. You can't hurt me."

"Don't be so sure. I may not be able to compel you, but I can still hurt you."

He smiled viciously as she pulled her chin out of his hand and started running again. She took refuge in an abandoned building, breathing hard and trying not to make too much noise as she went so as not to draw unwanted attention. Whatever Taxon and the aliens were throwing at them now, she wanted no part of it. She wanted it done.

electro_girl

She left her house, gloved hands clutching a glass dragon figurine--the token of a promised gift--to seek the man she needed to face.

( Read more... )

The tablet broadcasted from this nameless part of the city as suddenly an agonizing screech filled the air and Gwen was horrified to see the sky filled with dragons, all white and fire, and all with five toes. "They know you're here, now," said Connor, sadly. "I can't help you anymore. You can't get rid of them, like last time. They're made of rubber. Good luck, though."

Gwen turned to question him, but he was gone. The city seemed to melt around her. Metal liquified and spread into thick, silvery pools around her feet. Trees burned and their arms fell, defeated, to yellow grass. Thunder filled any silence left by the sky that was not filled by the hungry, bursting cries of dragons.

She ran.

arealwoman

"Are you sure you don't want to stay one extra day?"

Oh, she'd wanted to. She'd missed Betty and seeing her again? Having fun with her again? It had made her miss her more.

"Sorry. I miss my boys."

Christina had refused to say goodbye - they may have lived in different countries but that hadn't stopped them from talking, and from Christina sending her one of her new designs every once in a while. The previous night? It had been fantastic and she hoped to have something like that again some time soon.

Or at least she would hope had her surroundings not been... strange. Christina took a quick look around the room. It was small, circular and didn't appear to have any way out. Well that was a problem, although the bigger problem was that she didn't remember getting here.

"Well, I certainly wasn't this drunk last night. Most of the night might not exactly be there but I do remember waking up this morning and it certainly wasn't anywhere out of the ordinary."

Christina may have been hungover but it was certainly not the worst hangover that she'd had. It could have explained her arriving here had she not already remembered starting the day, and that memory was as clear as anything. She'd been with Betty, said 'until next time' and had been ready to go back to Edinburgh, back to Stuart and Will. So what had happened?

"Amanda?" It definitely wasn't Betty, and Hilda wouldn't have done it either. She may have been friends with Amanda now but would she have done this?

"Oh come on, last night was fun but we've all got to leave some time." And she definitely hadn't gone home with anyone, not that she was worried.

Okay, she was worried but not about that. Right now she was worried about not getting about, about missing her train and not getting home. It wasn't her only train but if she couldn't find a way out of this room she may have been screwed. And if Amanda hadn't put her in it? Well that was even more worrying.

"Hello? This wasn't funny before you tried it." And now she was starting to sound worried. She didn't like this.

longaevus

[ Filtered away from Adam Worth / Hyde ]
Good day. As many of you are aware of from a few days previous there is a man that has recently arrived from my world. His name is Adam Worth. He's someone that I have known for quite some time and if speaking with him or you see him I'd like to ask you to remain cautious. The story is complicated however Adam will not hesitate to use any means necessary to find a way to myself.

[ Or Ashley, even James ]

I'd like to add to that that you do not challenge nor confront him. Please.

[ Ashley Magnus ]
I need to speak with you.

[ James Watson ]
Are you free for dinner? [ She knows that you are, given that it's her house. Humour her ]

[ ooc; so badly backdated to a couple of days after adam's arrival... procrastination yeah ]

theextras

It was February, and as the aliens had learned it was a time for hearts, flowers, candy, and being open about one's feelings. True, it was supposed to be all romantic and mushy feelings, but where was the fun in that?

For a few days surrounding February fourteenth, the citizens may find themselves experiencing their emotions a bit more intensely than usual. And expressing these feelings may seem like the best possible idea. Good luck, Taxon.

[ OOC: log post thing for the heightened emotions system glitch running from now to the sixteenth! Feel free to make your own posts, but treat this as a catch-all. Have at! ]

secretshame

Jenna was at the Dodgy Jammer that day, cleaning up. She'd been trying to deny what she's suspected for a few days, but somehow, today had smacked it into her that she no longer could. He was gone, back home and good for him, and she needed to deal with it.

He'd told her he wanted a party if he ever went home, so that was what she was going to do. No tears, Jenna Sommers. When she flipped the tablet feed onto visual, she was smiling, albeit with a lot of difficulty.

"Hey, Taxon. Jenna here. Just wanted to let everyone know that Fitz has gone home. I'll be taking over the Dodgy Jammer, so you're not out of a place to drink and make merry yet. And speaking of, I'm throwing a party for him. He said he wanted one if he ever left, so bring your party hats and leave the tears at the door. Got it?"

She took a deep breath and toasted the feed.

"I'll be here all day and if you're looking for a job, I'm sure we could work something out. It's hard to make a place like this work by yourself."

unnaturalpause

With a yawn he woke up.

...Wait woke up? When had he, what had, just what was going on? He shouldn't be asleep, he had been working on something, and then. Well now he was in his room and just when in the world was it? Not where, he knew that, but how long had he been out?

Which meant bypassing the normal routine of checking over his appearance to see if he was presentable, to pick up the tablet. May as well, check in, make sure they knew he was alive and still here (however much he hated that part really even if he was going to well, die back home) after all.

So turning the tablet on visual, slightly messed hair and wrinkled clothes, James spoke. "I seem, to have, been indisposed of for some time," that was a polite way to put it, "would anyone care to, share what I seem to have missed these last few weeks?"

secretshame

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.

taxcollectors

"Hello citizens! Hellooo!"

It had been some time since that cheery greeting had first rung out across the tablets but there it was once again, accompanying a holographic broadcast from the arrival room. The platform was occupied by two hamsters of unusual size, the first with short tawny fur and the second with long white fur. Both were waving their little paws.

"Long time, no chat," the tawny one pronounced and scratched at its ear. "Sorry about that, we've been awfully absentee."

"Yes, it is most unfortunate," the white one agreed. "But we've been quite busy, and still are! Holiday rush and pinched budgets, you know how it is."

"They do, they do! Happy new year, belatedly! Though it's still early for Mr. Long, isn't it?"

The second hamster nodded. "Oh, yes, a little early yet. The point is we have a teensy bit of time now."

"Just a little, just enough to answer a few questions and take a few comments." The first hamster waved its paw. "But then it's back to work, so make it quick!"

longaevus

[ Helen had checked the tablet before leaving, making certain that Jenna was in and available before leaving. Her offer had been a kind one, one that Helen had been a little tempted to take her up on at that moment. And she would have done had her mind not been a little confused.

Confused wasn't quite the word for it, however. Mixed, maybe. The events of both Taxon and the Sanctuary were real, that she knew, but it was the case of differentiating between them, and then knowing where things lay. Did things even chance because of it? Helen hoped that they wouldn't have to - her friendships were good and she certainly didn't want that to change.

She'd gotten a bottle of wine from the cellar before leaving - a good bottle. Jenna may have had her own but it was a small offer, and a thank you for all that Jenna had done and what Helen was certain that she would do now; Jenna was a good friend, a good woman. Someone that was becoming dear to her.

She gave a light knock at the door, moving the bag that had the bottle in it away from her a little. Her ribs still stung (more than stung) but they were better. And she would be glad for whatever distraction Jenna gave, as well as her company ]

longaevus

Will?

[ She pushed herself up, or at least tried to; she was moving quicker than her body wanted to allow. She hissed as the pain pushed up through her, trying to think as she pushed herself up slower this time.

Will. SCUI.

Cave in. Except where she was certainly didn't feel like a cave floor. She hadn't been unconscious so there was no chance that she could have been brought back to the Sanctuary without knowing. That only left one option ]

Taxon? Bloody hell. [ Whatever had happened to her, the pain that she was holding back was evident in her voice.

She flicked her bedside light on, hand pressed to her right ribs as she slowly stood up to look outside, to make certain. Martha had mentioned that she'd gone home once but no time had passed here. The last thing she remembered from Taxon was the New Year's Eve Celebrations. She'd check the date later but... it had been over a century. Reaching the window Helen used her free hand to push the curtain aside. It was Taxon, and it hadn't changed ]

Oh... damn.

[ ooc; canon bump a goooo | until she turns the light on you can't see a thing ]