taxonomites | Entries tagged with { john everton

frell-me.livejournal.com

With John sticking close to her, they avoided the pain of separation. while she grabbed her Tablet. She was only just learning her way around and to use the thing, but it seemed as though this was as good a way of finding information as could be had.

"This is Aeryn Sun, I am here with John Everton, we are experiencing pain anytime me move too far away form each other. Does anyone know anything about this? How to stop it?" She panned the tablet over to the human that he might wave, and possibly find his blond and pets he'd mentioned earlier.

"Mind this while I get dressed, will you?" Aeryn handed John the tablet while she began to change out of her sleeping clothes and into her leathers and tank top. Growing up on a crew ship she had no real issues of modesty in times such as these. If he chose to look away, so be it. She was not in view of the tablet so nothing was being broadcast that might bother others.

frell-me.livejournal.com

Aeryn had only just arrived, her first day was eventful. Learning about hatches, the rules and patterns of this city. Of course there had been John, bittersweet meeting. Now, alone she regretted being so cold to him, but every time she looked at his face she saw the light fade from his eyes. It was watching him die all over again, no loss, no torture had ever pained her so much and now he was a living constant reminder.

The time on Talyn with Crichton had been bliss, that might have been enough to signal the impending disaster. She'd truly learned to love, and possibly more importantly to be loved. John showed her depths of emotion she'd never known and could not have earlier accepted, and with his death the most bitter possible pain.

Now they were both here and Aeryn had to find a way of reconciling that John was alive. It did not come easy to her, nor painlessly. How would he react to her history with his other self, or the fact of what had come of that love? Neither of them pressed for anything immediate and when Aeryn made the comment of needing to find quarters, John did not argue or offer his own. They both seemed to know that such steps were not going to do either of them any good right now.

At Crichton's suggestion Aeryn had another beer, and later that even another, followed by a dozen. Sebaceans were far more alcohol tolerant than humans but eventually she reached a point of blissful inebriation in the solitude of her small personally appointed rooms. It felt like a Peacekeeper ship. Small, utilitarian, lacking in personal touches. It was comforting to her and at long last she fell asleep, last bottle dangling from her fingertips to fall to the floor in her sleep.

Aeryn woke with a start, the bed was warm, warmer than it should be, there was weight. Head pounding with the after effects of a night of hard drinking, she rolled and tugged her pulse pistol form under her pillow, same movement pressing her arm up under the jaw of the man who laid in her bed. Aeryn snapped her body over to straddle him, pinning his arms with her calves. Comical vision for a woman dressed in a tank top and 'stolen' boxer shorts.

"Who are you?" Gruff voice demanding of the unknown male, easing off with her arm only enough to let him breath and reply.

caelitus.livejournal.com

Oh G -- oh someone, why is he doing this?

"Do you believe in God?"

tattooedfacts.livejournal.com

Leonard wakes up in a room. Pretty non-descript room, hotel possibly. Yep, definitely a hotel, there's a Gideon bible in the bedside drawer. He continues with his usual ritual of working things out. He spends time reading through all his notes, which in turn lead him to the tablet, where there are more notes -- all about Taxon and what the hell is going on here. It's hard to put all the information together though into one coherent story. It makes no sense. This isn't new, it never makes sense.

What is new though, is the need to send out a public message and ask. Only it becomes a bit more than just asking.

"I have no idea where Taxon is, or how I got here. Did I arrive in that room like everyone else? My name is Leonard Shelby, and see I have this condition. I know some of you know me already, I have no idea how many. Not sure who I've told. I can't make new memories. Hell, for all I know John G's amongst you, I know there are a few Johns - my notes say so." He stops for a moment, why the fuck did he just say that? He wants to shut the tablet, but he can't.

"I want to say I miss my wife, but I don't. I don't even know how long she's been gone, how can I miss her? I should though. Feels like she died ten minutes ago, it always feels like she died ten... fucking... minutes ago. I wake up in the morning, thinking she's still here and then I remember. So how... how can I heal? How am I supposed to heal if I can't... feel time?"

Well, shit.

forgot-myself.livejournal.com

I'm an angel of the lord.

I fell almost twenty-five years ago.

And it was the best decision I've ever made.

Now, I'm an angel again.

And I hate it.

[Once the confession is over, Anna exhales brokenly, hands shaking. What on earth made her say that?]

glowingseer.livejournal.com

Party time!

Cordelia, clad in her chosen outfit for the night, made final rounds inside the hotel to make sure everything was perfect. The decorations were subdued and classy - thanks to both Dawn and Fred, and even the garden was opened so that those who wished to step out and inhale the fake Taxon air could do so. There were tons of wine, beer, scotch, vodka - and if Doyle's selections weren't enough, there's a hatch conveniently behind the refreshments table.

The hotel lobby was cleared of all the furniture, so that the mingling and the dancing could take place more comfortably. If people wanted to take a tour of the hotel, they were welcomed to do so save for three rooms: Fred's, Angel's, and Wesley's office. For not-so-obvious-but-quite-sentimental reasons.

[OOC: This party takes place after the Liar Liar glitch took effect. Mingle! Threadjack! Interrupt! Have fun!]

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte got up early that morning and ended up on the back patio with the kittens. After a half an hour of telling the kittens all about her childhood in response to the simplest meows, she decided it was time to take a walk. She left a note for John that had more crossed out than legible. In the end all it said was, "Going for a walk. Be back."

She walked a good bit of the city before heading back to the house. A few blocks before she got back, she found the stoop of an empty house to sit on and turned her tablet on to see what was happening in town. She didn't really watch for long before turning on the visual feed and asking a question of whoever might be listening.

"What's your favorite spot in Taxon?"

She asked, of course, because she had spent the whole walk thinking about her childhood and wasn't much in the mood to go back to the house.

seven-of-9.livejournal.com

Seven is not particularly happy. This statement is somewhat of an understatement. It's been a few hours since she returned to her normal state. To have Annika's memories and feelings so fresh in her mind, she really doesn't know how to handle that at all. She has no idea how to reconcile that little girl, with the person she is today. She may have thought her emotional development was progressing well, but in the face of true humanity and a child's blind love for and trust in her own negligent parents...

...well have an officious Seven, who really does not wish to even approach this subject, but it is a necessity, for no more reason that common courtesy.

"To those parties who assisted in the care of Annika Hansen, I should like to extend my gratitude. She is no longer with us however, you need not concern yourselves anymore."

She only hopes that Kirk will not reply to this, her reaction to him will not be pretty. As it is, she doesn't know how to react to John, he stirred up memories she'd forgotten existed.

lapsedsaint

John was still scratching his head in mild confusion at the entire sequence of events when Kara ended the transmission. He had no idea what to think about any of it. And it was definitely time to let Charlie know they were having company.

Armed company.

He got up and wandered into the other room, past a hatch where he could have armed himself. He just wasn't thinking about that. "Ah, Charlie?"

[Posting order: Charlie, Kara, John]

buck-the-system.livejournal.com

"So uh..." Kara's voice comes uncertainly over the PDA system. "Anyone up for a game of cards and a drink?"

Current Mood: calm

lapsedsaint

John appears on the screen, holding Annika. She has an obviously broken arm, the result of some over eager swinging and the evils of gravity. "There wouldn't happen to be a doctor around who could maybe come and give us a hand. We've had a bit of an accident and, well, there are broken bones involved.

I'd rather not take her to the hospital to be seen by one of these... others. I'd rather it be one of us."

He looks down at Annika and kissed the top of her head. "it'll be okay, sweetheart. I promise."

[ooc: Follows from here.]

seven-of-9.livejournal.com

Annika hadn't realised quite how far she'd walked, she'd seen this place when she'd first arrived and Captain Kirk had taken her back to the Bridge of his ship. She'd decided there and then, that it had looked like tons of fun, so here she is, unsupervised and without having told the Captain where she is, he'd looked busy and she didn't want to bother him.

She's currently kicking furiously to try and get herself swinging, but it's not working, after a few more attempts and getting increasingly frustrated, she opens up her tablet.

"Can someone come and push me on this umm thing please? I need some help." It's a perfectly reasonable request and everyone's she's met here has been really friendly, she remembered to be very polite aswell.

[[ooc: last thread before I unglitch her, open to anyone. New CR would be great while she's still human :)]]

lapsedsaint

John has finally hit is annoyed point. Even with Charlie's help, his searches have been futile. So now, he's resorting to the network.

"Have any of you seen a church around this place? For the life of me, I have yet to find one and it's starting to piss me off."

aesthetic_mojo

[Note, this is closed and might get all adult and stuff. You have been warned! Also? I blame it on Cordy.]

Charlotte turned off her tablet and put her head down on the table in front of her. Between all those lovely questions at the party and Cordy repeatedly saying 'your guy,' Charlotte needed a drink. Or a nap. Or a drink and then a nap. And then another drink.

Instead, she made herself get up and go looking for John. There was so much from the last few days they hadn't talked about at all. Somehow they seemed to have fallen into a routine where they didn't talk about life outside the house much. It was as if they both worked high stress jobs they didn't want to bring home. It made for a pleasant life, but eventually those things they set aside needed discussing.

Not that she said a word to him when she found him. Her arms went around his waist, her head on his shoulder, and she sighed softly. Her guy.

theextras.livejournal.com

It's noon, Taxon-Time. The usual perfunctory quantity of clouds are slowly scudding across the otherwise tranquil blue sky. There's nothing different about the empty streets and quiet buildings today, nothing out of the ordinary to give a presage of what's about to happen.

And what's about to happen is the sudden appearance of something in the region of five thousand people programmed directly into Taxon. No sterile arrival room, no confusion-- just five thousand people all over the city, all going about their daily business unperturbed where before there was only empty space and dust. Bakers, butchers, dry cleaners-- men, women and children of all ages-- almost an entire population instantaneously materialising from the ether, filling the empty buldings and streets of Taxon, and apparently not noticing.

Strange though, how the conversations they have in the background don't seem to consist of actual words unless you really pay attention. Or how they don't seem to ever speak unless directly spoken to. On that note, why not go and talk to them? They're really quite amenable. Maybe they can even reveal some of Taxon's secrets...?

aesthetic_mojo

The time had come. Charlotte left John in charge of setting up the bar, giving him only the one request that he have a decent selection of beer, and did the work of dialing up the food. She knew she was going way over board. For all she knew no one might show up, even though she'd gotten a bit of a response to her invite. How could people resist, though. Food, drink, Dean's music, kittens? Okay, and an ex-vampire, but that wasn't his fault.

Pushing that thought away, she continued laying out the food and the carefully crafted warding spells that would protect it from the kittens. They had been given run of most of the patio, but not the yard, and not the food area. That meant they'd still be popping in and out of people's laps, but at least they wouldn't do it to plates.

When everything was ready, Charlotte ran up to change into skinny jeans, a crisp white button down and a ridiculously shiny pair of cowboy boots. Not unlike Dawn, not that she knew it, Charlotte was having too much fun with the fashion options the replicators afforded. Properly armored for the event, she headed back to the patio to wait for their first guests.

OOC: This is an open event, folks, anyone should feel free to tag in, even if they just discover the party. Start a new thread with a label if you want or just tag in on another thread. Feel free to hop around, too. IT'S A PARTY, PEOPLE! Also, this will go on as long as people are interested, so backtag all ya like. We know people will be in and out all weekend. Have fun, drink all the booze.

likeajoan.livejournal.com

Buffy is currently doing what can only truthfully be described as 'chillaxing' on a deckchair in front of her house, facing the street. She's sunbathing, despite being very aware that the sun isn't technically real, but then the poor woman has spent the last couple of years in Scotland, land of legendary low temperatures, so she'll take whatever she can get.

There may be some semi-frozen chocolate milk to be factored into this equation, though there's also a pile of sufficiently dusty and boring-looking library books stacked next to her, and she's making some semblance of working. That is until she sighs, giving the tome (yes, tome) she was attempting to read a stern glare.

"Dead languages could be far deader. There could be an organized deadening with special rockets with co-ordinates to aim only for books in Latin. Pain in the..." It is at this point that she notices her tablet is on, and set to visual. "...vincit omnias."

lapsedsaint

Here we have John, back in front of his tablet. No holo this time, since he doesn't ant anyone to know exactly how rough he is looking today. He's had plenty of time to think about what Buffy said and, well, that sort of think always leads to a little drinking.

"So, I was wondering..." He sighs and started again after a quick sip from his glass. "Anyone who had a run in with me while I was Asher, could you please contact me?"

It's a shot in the dark, he knows. But he has to try.

lapsedsaint

John activates the tablet and starts playing with the functions. He finally decides to try out the holo feature.

"I'm looking for Buffy, my gracious hostess from my missing time. I've got a few questions that I'm hoping she might be able to answer."

aesthetic_mojo

What passed for dawn in Taxon started to come in the bedroom windows. Some light also came in from the hall through the half closed door just visible across the room. Neither did much to illuminate Charlotte who pulled herself flat up against the headboard with the blanket pulled high. By the time she activated her tablet to find out where everyone was, her breathing had slowed almost to normal after the nightmare she now had every night, but she still looked pale in the low light.

She hadn't meant to turn on the broadcast feature, but once she realized it was on, she sighed softly and waggled a few fingers at the camera. "Good morning, Taxon. Hope you all slept well." She didn't add better than I did. "Anyone planning on anything interesting today?"