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always-a-cover.livejournal.com

( cut for length and Chuck 2x04 bits )

She'd never know what he'd been about to ask. One moment sitting in her apartment, the next standing on a metal platform in a strange room. Barefoot still, her hand went to the knife at the small of her back. "Hello? Anyone here?"

That was when she noticed the bracelet on her wrist. Sarah pulled her arm up fast, the realization it was fused to her skin almost immediate. "Whoever you are, I don't like playing games. You should know that."

She spoke to the space around her, the knife still in one hand. Sarah crouched to make less of a target of herself only then noticing what looked like a small communications device. The pros and cons of picking it up and trying to activate it ran through her mind. Yes, it could be an explosive device. But she was in this room with no idea how she came to be here, some sort of wristband attached to her. It was better to grab it and know, she decided.

"I don't know who you are," she said as she stepped off the platform, wishing she'd worn shoes. A stupid thing to want, she decided, knife in one hand and tablet in the other. "But whoever you are, you're in over your head."

Slowly, she approached the door. It was a way out of here and she saw no guards. It didn't mean it was safe.

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?]]

witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com

Luna Lovegood had been in Taxon for almost four months. (Which was rather a long time, if you thought about it. She had already missed the first term of her last year at Hogwarts.) And, for four months, she had started every day in the exactly the same way. She woke up, washed and dressed, ate a light breakfast and spent some time wondering if her friends were any closer to finding her. After that, she was ready to start her day.

(She didn't hope that they were closer to find her. She didn't need to hope. She trusted Harry, Neville and the others absolutely implicitly. It was only a matter of time before they found her, and you didn't spend your summers fishing for gulping plimpies without learning a little patience.)

On this particular morning, Luna woke up rather early. The artificial light of the sky - no different, in her mind, to the ceiling of the Great Hall - was filtering through the curtains. It was going to be a nice day. She would probably take a walk down to the graveyard. She was certain that there were a few piskies lurking behind the stones and in the crypts, but they were usually too quick for her. One day, she would manage to catch them.

It was only when she rolled over that she realised something was wrong.

The witch reached immediately for her wand, which had been placed on the bedside table for safe keeping. (It spent the rest of the time behind her ear, unless she was in public.)

She hadn't made very many friends in Taxon - for some reason, she was never very good at making friends - and she certainly hadn't invited anyone to spend the night in her room. Had she? Perhaps she had been affected by a memory charm. Perhaps he - whoever he was - had been affected by a memory charm.

"Good morning," she said lightly, lowering her wand but not putting it away, "Did you sleep well? I hope you don't want breakfast in bed. I don't think I have any trays."

beholdthedrums.livejournal.com

With a slightly shaky arrival, the Master stumbles down the ramp, deep thought creasing over his face. This was certainly not the Valiant; he knew every corner of that ship. He pats himself down, specifically checking around his upper chest and glancing over it in surprise after his hands come up clean: no bullet wound, but dried blood within the torn fabric.

That's about when his gaze hones in on the wristlet, and a frown crosses his features. "Oh no, you are not staying there..." Swiftly he pulls out his screwdriver, flicking it open and adjusting the settings before attempting to unlock the device. His face continues to fall when he realizes that it will not come off, and irritated, he returns his screwdriver to its previous location.

"Still... fairly uncomplicated," he murmurs, further inspecting it, shaking his head and sighing. His head felt worse than normal, and he wonders if it's the 'arrival' to blame. A brisk walk down the ramp and he finds the tablet, giving it a quick once-over. He taps alongside it, four quick, consistent beats, and he finally gives the device on his wrist a more focused, calm glance. "I wonder..."

thwartswiles.livejournal.com

Oh hello Taxon, this is Aziraphale. He's terribly pleased with himself, at finally having worked out how to use these blasted tablet things. He's also sitting in what looks like a charmingly dusty (there's a very thin line that has to be observed between 'charmingly' and 'a bit yucky') bookshop, at one of those 'rustic' tables that aren't actually rustic- someone just paid a very great deal of money to make them look as though they are.

He's a rather prim sort of fellow, and his nails are beautifully manicured. When he speaks, it's in an upper-class English accent.

"Good day everyone! I don't mean to be bothersome, but I er- well, I just thought I'd introduce myself. I'm Aziraphale. Terribly pleased to make your collective acquaintances, I'm sure. As one should always love one's neighbour... or maintain civility with them at least-- and we all appear to be rather stuck in this..." He pauses, attempting to conjure some way of phrasing it politely. "Woefully ill-communicated city." Why yes, he is criticising the lack of transport links. "I thought it might be nice to get to know a few of you."

intuitivewiccan.livejournal.com

[She finds the voice option comforting somehow; the anonymity allows her to feel less vulnerable and helpless, given the question she's posing to the people at large]

C-Can anyone recommend a good way to stop nightmares? Or at least...manage them, somehow?

[She knows magical ways to quell the disturbing dreamscapes she's been having of late, but she prefers to try something more natural. For now, at least]

freezetagging.livejournal.com

By this point, you'd think Bobby would be used to strange things happening, and yet there he was. One moment, he'd been walking out of class, the next he's on some weird platform in a place that didn't even look normal by Xavier's School's standards. "Oookay..." he said cautiously, looking around carefully. No, it definitely didn't look like the Danger Room. But confusingly enough, the Danger Room could look like anything.

"And here I was just going to get some ice cream..." Seemed innocent enough, didn't it? No one cared that he ate out of the cartons anymore. That ice cream was practically his. So was he in some kind of trouble? He took a few steps, helping himself off of the platform. "Hey, Logan?" a pause. "No response." It was only then he looked down at his wrist. Apparently this wasn't just a training exercise. The best thing to do was stay calm. If the others were around, they were probably being tested the same way right? How lame would it be if he were the first one to freak.

After walking around the room a bit, he took notice of the pedestal, the tablet resting on top of it. He wasn't much of a computer nerd, but he couldn't resist picking it up. "This thing looks really cool. Maybe even more than the communicators." There was just something cheesy about devices shaped like sleek, elongated "X"'s. X for X-Men. Their line of work was so creative.

"Well, it's worth a shot," he mumbled to himself, before lifting the tablet up and speaking just a little bit louder, as if into a walkie-talkie of sorts. "Um. Hello? This is Iceman. Anyone there?"

gotmybones.livejournal.com

Hell, if I’m gonna to be here a while…

All right, who here has medical experience? Surgical, nursing, pediatric? Or, access to equipment-- facilities, biofunction monitors, vaccinations. At this point, I’ll even take something as barbaric and invasive as an X-ray machine. An archaic bucket of bolts is better than guesswork.

The name’s Leonard McCoy, senior medical officer of the USS Enterprise. Not that that means a whole helluva lot to anyone listening who hasn’t heard of Starfleet-- government conspiracy my heel, kids these days-- so you’ll just have to take my word for it. I know what I’m doing, and I do it fast and right. But that takes room, and that's something I don't have.

I need free space to set up a medical wing, and people on-hand who’re willing to move along check-ups. With half of you blasted from every which brand of time and space, the number of germs in this place is enough to make the plague roll over and play dead. It’s a miracle half of you don’t have a case of Symbalene blood burn, walking around half-delusional with advanced cases of Rudellian brain fever at this point.

I’ve got minimum dosages of cordrazine, Masiform-D, neural paralyzer, sterilite, melanex, and tri-ox compound on hand, but it won’t last too long. A few other gadgets and a trauma kit, but that’s it. Slim pickings.

loveme-fearme.livejournal.com

Faith has seen the meaning of life. She feels it in her muscles now, it's not killing things and it isn't redemption. It's Xander Lavelle Harris, with his honest brown eye and that slightly shaggy hair he's got going on. The buttocks are a plus, and oddly enough Faith's finding the patch kind of sexy.

She's never felt this way before, ever, about anything or anyone! She wants to let everyone know about it. Faith Lehane is in love and she might break out in song. She's even humming as she sets her tablet up to make the announcement.

"Hey there, fellow captives," she begins. Faith has to clear her throat before she continues - she's dropping a bomb, here. "I'm Faith for all you uninformed: resident slayer and also ex-con. Well, fugitive. I'm not sure of the classification here, actually." She's gotten off track again, she gets a nagging feeling that she's said too much. Faith takes a deep breath to continue, rolling her shoulder nervously.

"Well, I'm, how do I say it...Xander Harris? I love you. I'm head over heels, barkin' at the moon in love with you. And even if you can't deal, that's cool. I know we have a past and all. Just, you know. I'll be here, waiting, as long as it takes. ...And I'd like four kids, so hurrying would be of the good."

Transmission complete, Faith's satisfied now that everyone will know she's taken and he's spoken for. Life would never be awful for her again, no sir.

ooc: jealous fights encouraged.

oldoldghost.livejournal.com

Demon attacks are always things which require a lot of fighting, usually a bit of running around and probably quite a few injuries… That is why when Brigitta whirls (yes, whirls) into Taxon she doesn’t seem to realise that her surroundings have changed for a few moments, this is because her hair has flown in front of her face and she is trying to get it away from that area without dropping her sword.

Eventually she manages to get the hair away from her face and looks up, a snarl on her face “damned demons, where the hell…”

…And then she freezes, her jaw tightening, her posture growing slightly more stiff and her grip on the sword in her hand loosening just slightly (She might have just ended up in a strange place with no demons in sight but letting go of your sword in any situation is a big mistake.)

Eventually she takes a step forward and tilts her head up to the ceiling and then gives a quick look over the room where she’s ended up “…This isn’t Paris, unless I’ve somehow tripped through a door into one of those really odd clubs that Kirilli was talking about.”

There’s another moment of indecision and then she scowls and tightens her grip on the sword again “Right! I want to know where I am if anybody is around, if this is some plot by a demon I will warn you that I am armed and that I can use magic.”

Another pause and then she shakes her hair out “and if you’ve done anything to my friend I won’t hesitate to fight, I don’t know how you got me here but I will break out and I will rescue him, understood?”

It is then that she seems to notice the tablet, she stares at it for a second and then edges closer, at first poking it hesitantly and then picking it up “…Right, that’s odd.”

She stares at it for a unsure moment, tilts her head and then glances up at the room again, her scowl back in place “Start talking within five minutes or else I’m coming out with everything that I have, I’ll be waiting.”

Current Mood: confused

beauty-funny.livejournal.com

Belle was very confused. At first she thought she had stumbled into some strange unexplored wing of the enchanted castle, but after finding the door outside it was clear to see she was no longer at the castle. And furthermore she had a strange new device attached to her arm, which despite her best efforts, would not come off. She'd found another device that looked similar to a pen and a book, but didn't know what to do with it. She had decided it best to bring it just in case.

She stepped out of the strange new building and took a look around. The sight was certainly amazing. The buildings were unlike anything she'd seen before. She paused just before the empty street and tried to think things over. She wondered if she could possibly be asleep, or maybe this really all was part of the enchantment. She wished that Mrs. Potts Lumiere or even the Beast was there. At least they would know what was going on. At least she'd hope they would.

In hopes that she was just very, very lost Belle looked around, walking a bit further. "Hello? Beast? Mrs. Potts? Is anyone there?"

((ooc: Here's hoping I didn't screw anything up!))

damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com

Hello, Taxon.

For those of you I haven't had the chance to talk to yet, my name is Ianto Jones.

I have been asked to collect data on everyone, in order to try and work out why we specifically were brought here. I'd appreciate it if everyone (even those I already know the answer for) took the time to fill this form out.

I know that some of these questions might seem a little unusual, or that you may not be sure if you want to answer some of them. However, the purpose of this is to try and give us a better picture of why we're here. With any luck, that should bring us a step closer to getting back home.

I can assure you that everything you write on this form will be treated with strictest confidentiality, and I won't make any judgements based upon your answers regardless of what they are.

superprick.livejournal.com

Tony Stark has had a busy week, one which he has spent almost entirely indoors. It's important to make that kind of distinction, as nothing good will come of any affairs Tony entertains outside the walls of his garage. Most of it has been spent acclimatising to the new wares, the tablet and the replicator hatches. You have the latter to thank for his new, altogether more modest wardrobe. Whatever he's been doing must have been pretty heavy duty as said threads look as if he's been wearing them for years, not days.

Early attempts to synchronise the Taxon devices with his Jarvis AI have so far proven inconsequential. There are no ports on the tablets, there aren't even any discernible seams. He wouldn't want to take a hammer to it at least until he could be sure it wasn't required for getting him the hell out of here. He had, however, at least managed to update Jarvis with maps of the area and atmospheric conditions. It's recalibrating the Iron Man suit presently.

"Any computer geeks out there?" Tony updates from his living room, "It's a long shot, but if I can convert my AI protocols to make them compatible with the gear we've all been provided with, I may be able to make contact with the bastards who brought us here. Trouble is, I'm considerably better with a soldering iron than I am with a keyboard."

Dammit Jim, he's an engineer, not a computer programmer. He then thumbs out the drinks cabinet in the background.

"For anybody else, these replicators do a damn good single malt. What say we make a date, get to know one another?"

witbyndmeasure.livejournal.com

Luna Lovegood has been having a rather interesting week.

Despite her many diligent attempts to decipher the tablet, she hasn't been able to find a single imp or uncover a single spell. She just can't understand how it works.

She understands that she's been kidnapped, though. Taxon might be a little more opulent than the cellars of Malfoy Manor, and there are no discernible guards, but it is a prison nonetheless. And her friends must have noticed that she didn't make it on to the Hogwarts Express.

"I do hope they're not worrying too much," she murmured, as she set down the tablet and adjusted the settings. After a moment of uncertainty, the invisible imps started to work properly and a hologram of a pale witch with unusually large eyes appeared.

"Hello, everybody," she said, addressing the world in general, "There are quite a lot of us here now, aren't there? Although it's still rather quiet. I expected things to be much noisier after a kidnapping."

With a placid smile, Luna reached up to tuck a strand of long blonde hair behind her ear. Her wand, stuck for ease of access behind her ear, wobbled precariously but stayed in place.

"Of course," she continued, "I also expected things to happen after a kidnapping. Nobody seems to know what's going on and there's no sign of our enemies. I'm starting to feel rather bored, and rather lonely."

Although making such a brutally honest statement doesn't appear to faze her, and she didn't sound particularly upset by her loneliness. She spent three years on her own at Hogwarts before the formation of Dumbledore's Army. It wasn't new.

"Has anybody explored properly yet? Are they any hidden passage ways, or forests filled with strange creatures? If I'm going to have here to stay until my friends find a way to rescue me, I'd rather spend my time doing something interesting."

aesthetic_mojo

Charlotte Blaine sits on the edge of the arrival platform, one knee up to hold the tablet and the other leg stretched out in front of her. High on that leg a calico kitten perches, looking about as confused as Charlotte does. The kitten’s expression doesn’t hold the same under current of anger, however. Charlotte’s hair is pulled back in a neat ponytail, she is dressed in yoga pants and a long sleeved t-shit, and she’s barefoot. In short, she’s not at all prepared to be somewhere other than napping on her couch. Just as she turns toward the tablet to start speaking, a black kitten materializes on her shoulder. She barely notices beyond shifting her position very slightly to support him.

“Last time I checked, an arrest was supposed to include a warrant and charges. I think I might have settled for being woken up for it.” The note of forced humor in her voice fades away, replaced by scorn. “And if someone wouldn’t mind telling Agent Everton I think he’s a son of a bitch, I’d appreciate that.”

She looks around the room, shaking her head. “This isn’t what I call being under the radar, for the record. Not even close.” She reaches up to pet the black kitten. “And bringing them...that’s just cruel.”

caelitus.livejournal.com

It would be impossible for Castiel to fully get used to the feeling of silent solitude since arriving, but he's come close enough. The last few days of adjusting were spent listening, watching and investigating, checking the city's boundaries for sigils, markings, traps; anything that might be able to hold an angel, and more importantly might be breakable.

He found nothing. At least, nothing helpful, and nothing he recognised.

Next, there's the people. He's been watching them, both back home and after arriving in Taxon. The humans may not be connected, but they share the same goal, the same purpose, the same common grievance: they're all trapped here. It's a part of humanity that fascinates him; the kinship, the collaboration in a crisis, even among strangers. In a way it seems more... sincere than his own relationship with his brothers and sisters. And he will only continue to learn these things, he realises, so not for the first time, Castiel finds himself following Dean's example.

Castiel's unfamiliarity with technology is apparent when the video screen blinks on and shows his mildly perplexed expression. It subsides after a moment, however, and he looks straight at it.

"It seems likely that we're going to be trapped here for some time," he says. "Introducing myself seems... ideal."

He pauses.

"I am Castiel."

melakafray13.livejournal.com

The pink and black haired slayer stood beneath the shower head in her eldest sibling's apartment, figuring she'd take her up on the offer to use her shower now and again. Rinsing out the last of the shampoo, she turned off the water, stepping out onto the mat, grabbing a simple white towel, Erin wasn't one for brightly colored bathroom objects. Wrapping the towel around her torso, covering her from bust to knee, Melaka turned to close the shower door but it was no longer there. In that fraction of a second, she'd been taken to a strange room that most definitely was not her sister's bathroom. Water droplets flung from her hair as she turned in a quick circle, cornflower blue orbs wide. "Where in the ruttin' hell...." She trailed off, making her way down the stairs, slipping once, reaching out to steady herself with the small table, her hand bumping the tablet, hitting the button to start recording, to where the door was, pounding the side of her hand against it.

When it wouldn't open, she pounded harder, anger crossing her features. "Harth! Whatever toy sitch you got me in now, I'll ruttin' skin you for doin' this!" She barked at the top of her lungs, pounding on the door until her hand ached. Sighing heavily, Melaka turned, resting her back agains the door for a moment. There was something she'd missed. Looking back to the platform, she saw the tablet sitting on the table, the screen lit up. Her brow furrowed and she pushed herself off the door, crossing back over, slipping a little once on the water that dripped from her form. Reaching the small side table, Mel picked up the tablet, and the door opened behind her. Melaka turned her head, seeing the outside world and she held tight to the tablet as she sprinted from the room, not wanting to take any chances at it being on a timer. She slipped on the puddle she'd made just in front of the door a little again on the way out, then slid to a stop, when she saw the expansive view of the city outside the large window.

"Where in the ruttin' hell am I?" She scoffed, unaware that the tablet was turned on to the holographic recording function.

likeajoan.livejournal.com

[After having talked to Willow about the library, got dressed, left the Sanctuary with Xander, and then split up to each check out their blinking tablet locations, Buffy found herself at the gates of the ~~Sunnydale~~ Taxon Cemetery. She's not what you'd call ecstatic.]

Oh you have GOT to be fucking kidding me.

[Buffy only swears when the occasion REALLY calls for it.]

thecheerleader.livejournal.com

It's just another day in the life of Claire Bennet.

Only a moment ago, she had been sitting at a table in a diner, in the company of her biological family and her very tired father. They'd just watched a press conference on MSNBC given by a person who looked like Nathan, but was really Sylar with a new ability. And the last thing she remembered was Nathan looking more pissed off than he had when she'd called him Senator Skyboy.

She's not with them anymore, so she looks around. She looks for Hiro, because it's possible that he got his ability back and pulled her out of there. Why would he do that? Claire has nothing but questions; questions that will be of no use to her here, when she has no one to answer them.

She feels something nudge at her feet, and gives a relieved sigh when she notices that Mr. Muggles is with her. When she kneels down to greet him, she notices the bracelet on her hand. She didn't put it there, and she's not sure whether to leave it on or try to take it off.

"Hey," she tells Mr. Muggles quietly, lifting the anxious dog into her arms. "It's okay." They've survived weirder things than this. Her head hasn't been cut open and she's not twitching on the coffee table. She can fight if she has to, if anyone tries to hurt them. It looks like they're in Tomorrowland, and it wouldn't surprise her if Rosie from The Jetsons was the person who came onto the platform to greet her.

Why couldn't it be Hiro with his powers?

"Hello?" Claire calls out, raising her voice to try to get the attention of something or someone that might be able to help her find her way out of this. "Is anyone here?" If her dad was with her, he'd be telling her not to give anyone the advantage of finding her before she can find them.

Not that her dad would believe this. She feels a little like Alice in Wonderland, and wishes she could blame it on the book. But throwing the blame on a magical book?

It's not a magical book, but it might be a magical Blackberry. Claire picks up the tablet on the pedestal next to her and touches on the buttons until a map glows out at her. Taxon. She doesn't know what Taxon is, or who's around. Maybe the rest of her family already came through here. "It looks like there are other people around."

Mr. Muggles whimpers a little at the tablet as Claire makes her way down to the door, pulls it open, and starts out. For where, for what, and for who...she hasn't exactly figured any of that out yet.

She needs some time to think.

damnfinecoffee.livejournal.com

When Ianto had woken up this morning, he hadn't exactly envisioned ending up being abducted by aliens. Particularly not after the day they've just had; abnormally quiet, and nothing much to do aside from paperwork. There'd barely been so much as a minor blip on the Rift Monitor. Certainly nothing worth checking out. He wishes now he'd kept his gun on him. Or at least left his comms on. He hadn't really seen the point up until just now. With weapons readily available around the Hub, and both Jack and Gwen both within ear shot it hadn't even really occurred to him he'd need them. Not whilst it was so quiet, anyway.

Of course, it's always the quiet days, he thinks glumly as he works uselessly to remove the bracelet he's found on his wrist. The most plausible explanation for it seems that it's some sort of brand, and the thought does little to comfort him.

He gives up on removing the bracelet (for now, at least), instead taking in his surroundings. Seeing if there's any way for him to get out. The only thing worth taking note of is what appears to be an expensive flip phone. Since he's almost certain it's alien technology, he's fairly sure it isn't, but right now it appears to be his only shot at communicating with his captors. He doesn't touch it, just in case it turns out to be an explosive device, or something. But he does address it. Who knows? Maybe he won't even need to touch it. Maybe it's just a way for whatever's captured him to keep an eye on him.

"Hello? Don't suppose there's any chance that you'd take me back to Cardiff, is there? Or that you actually speak English. That'd be useful."

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Entries tagged with { luna lovegood

[Holo/Arrival] This isn't where you're meant to be

[three] | [voice] | wtf trains -- omg TRAINS.

003: Two's a Crowd [Location: Luna's House]

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002: [visual] Formalities

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[voice]-- have you had your anti-chomovirus vaccination yet, folks?

[holo] that one's going to hurt in the morning...

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{003} [Visual] OK Computer

002: Good Morning, Taxon [Holo]

[HOLO] Charlotte arrives with double trouble.

secundus; [visual]

[1][Holo] The most awkward arrival to date

002: [voice] oh joy

001: [HOLO] Cheerleader wants to go home.

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