taxonomites | Entries tagged with { ruby (au)

rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com

For the first time in a quite a long while, when the Doctor flips on the tablet, he doesn't look his usual smug self. He, in fact, looks quite panicked. He's run from Donna's to Rose's and back, and confirmed exactly what he was afraid of. They're gone.

"Hello," he says, trying (and failing) to affect a look of calm. "It appears several of my---several citizens of Taxon have been taken from their homes. I don't know everyone who's been taken, but I can wager a few guesses."

He takes a breath and starts naming names. "Rose Tyler, Donna Noble, Tara Maclay, Morgana la---just Morgana, sorry, Fitz Kreiner...I don't know who else, but I know who has them. I don't know what he's going to do, but I don't think we have much time."

And this, ladies and gentlemen, is the Doctor humbling himself enough to admit this:

"I need help. Anyone, please. Just---for the sake of the people who were taken, I need you to work with me."

OOC: After this. Actual meetup thread halfway through, but please don't hesitate to bring new people in to respond. No such thing as late to the party.

a-pretty-fire.livejournal.com

It was time.

Drusilla had been waiting patiently – for the right moon and the right moment and, most importantly of all, the right people – and, at long last, it was time.

“Little lamb, little lamb
My birthday is here at last!
Little fish, little fish
Do you think I'll get my wish?
Little lamb, little lamb
I wonder how old I am ..?”

Centuries and centuries. It didn’t matter. She’d made her wish and Miss Edith was already on her way. A hundred birthday gifts – a thousand! – couldn’t mean more to her than that.

The vampire stayed close to the shadows. Not because she needed to, no, but because the darkness was soft and familiar. The sleeping city rippled with anticipation. Something was happening. It had started with the Extras, though they hadn’t – wouldn’t – harm Drusilla. Unlike the rest of the residents, she was moving with purpose and determination, encouraged by the hamsters and aided by the stars. They guided her footsteps, telling her who to seek and how to find them.

The first one would be easy. His name had been on the tip of her tongue since she’d spoken to the hamsters. He was so lonely. The loneliest man in any world. He’d be delighted to see a familiar face, wouldn’t he? Just for a little while? His hearts – two of them, which would make sure a mess if his throat was ever slit – hammered with the need for love and attention.

She didn’t know the others, not really. Just their faces. Just their faces and wishes that called to her across the city.

That was more than enough.

OOC: Open to the ~~unfortunate~~ lucky individuals who are about to benefit from Drusilla’s sudden surge of charitable feeling. There is also a fresh heart in a box on Ruby's desk. Good luck with that?

rubinuslapis.livejournal.com

Ruby looks worse for the wear, and exhausted. She's more than pissed off, demonstrated by her slumping violently into her office chair, and now she slams one of her drawers shut. She sits in silence for a minute or so, and just as she's realizing her folly (feeling strong emotions and giving the fucking hamsters a chance to make her embarrass herself over it) she's already swept up in it, moving to the window and parting the blinds to peer out like the creeper she is. Anyone watching on the tablet might see it turn black and white, just for her little performance.

♫"Taxon is bare
No gloom or mis'ry anywhere
Stormy weather
Just can't get my idiot Sam together
He's whining all the time
The time
He just whines all the time.

Since I got away
Lilith's been gunning for me
If Sam stays lame
Ol' Alistair will get me
All I do is stalk
Hope that Sam will let me
Knock his ass into shape."♫

( Stormy Weather continues... )

revivedqueen.livejournal.com

Wesley's absence still nags at her. A festering wound that refuses to heal. It annoys her, how much she's bothered by it.

Only now does she allow herself to dwell on it. A god-king such as her is beyond all things - beyond time, beyond flesh, beyond feeling. And yet, in this place, she's bound by all three.

She enters Wesley's office. Illyria approaches his desk, runs a hand on its surface, remembers.

Her tablet catches this one word from her mouth: "Wesley."

...only mere moments before the sounds of wood and glass shattering and breaking follow that broadcast.

rubinuslapis.livejournal.com

Training Sam Winchester has been kind of a bitch. Ruby hasn't been able to get any viable reaction out of him since she ambushed him and pushed him to the edge of death which was kind of pathetic when she thought too hard about it. The cuts and bruises had stopped healing slowly on their own, leaving nasty looking discolorations on her skin and the last straw had been a gash left on her cheek where Sam had got in a lucky punch.

Then Rose had been kind and stupid enough to pay Ruby for her services in allowing Rose to observe her movement through Taxon, which on its own did a number on her. She'd started to look worn out, not quite dead girl walking but a few steps away nonetheless. It was time to put that payment to use, and work a little energy drink to boost Ruby back to normal again.

The video cuts in on a candle-lit room (oh this is not Ruby's residence - she might be a bitch but she is not an idiot) and Ruby kneeling in the middle of a large occult symbol on the floor, just ending some sort of chant. She leans forward and picks up the small bowl filled with dark liquid (the keen-eyed or experienced MIGHT be able to recognize it as blood), pulling it in toward her but not drinking.

It ignites, looking no more special for its standard color but Ruby breaths in and sighs. It hurts worse than it did when she received the wounds, but she refuses beyond clenching her teeth and grunting to allow the pain through. Ruby curses under her breath, faltering a little but very determined not to fall out of the boundaries of the circle, or drop the bowl.

Hopefully anyone watching will be kind enough to leave her be. Because that's totally what Ruby would do, right?

mancalledspade.livejournal.com

It is a great personal triumph for Sam Spade to figure out how to set his tablet to things other than "holo." Granted, he may or may not be able to switch the mode again with any certainty, but still, it's a step in the right direction. He's had quite a few things to think about in the past month, and now that he's getting paid to maintain his office in the "credits" their captors generously doled out, he feels he should at least maintain some semblance of working. He had also promised Rose he'd keep his eyes open, which was almost like having a case.

And so, while he sits at the café near his office, having a cigarette and a coffee, he transmits the following message in text form.

WANTED: SECRETARY TO PRIVATE DETECTIVE

Would be responsible for filing, screening calls and walk ins, and general assistance in mostly office capacities. Full time, paid. Contact Sam Spade for more details.

He sat back with his coffee and waited, interested to see what response, if any, his ad would draw. And hell, he figured if Effie eventually showed up, he could just fire the other dame. Meanwhile, he needed someone who could figure out Effie's filing system, and ideally someone with a better handle on the tablets than he had. And if the hamsters wanted him to play detective, well... he may just oblige them.

[ooc: Mostly for Ruby, but feel free to bother him here or continue bothering at his previous post. He's around.]

iam-thebadwolf.livejournal.com

After this

[ooc: Obviously this is backdated to the night of the Doctor's release from jail. Feel free to run into her at any point in this action or hit up her up with the voice]

She runs from the house, full tilt, breathless running because she can't watch him tell her goodbye. Not again. Not after everything she's done and how far she's come. She stops, not remotely aware of where she is and finds a hatch. All the running, all the fighting and the hopeless Doctor that is so obviously not her Doctor anymore have given her an idea. It's also activated the selfish streak in Rose. She replicates a backpack, her big gun and several bits of equipment. Most of it harvested from a dying TARDIS in a parallel world. It's equipment and technology UNIT used to find Donna and the Doctor in the first place. Once she's got her backpack full, she finds a tram map and heads out to the barrier. She's preoccupied, her mind turning over what she has to do, what she did before and how her goal is so much more specific now.

The tram stops and she jogs at a good clip until she gets to the barrier. The earpieces for a stethoscope go in, random bits of measuring equipment come out along with a note book and Rose goes to work, shoving her hair behind her ears and checking her measurements and equipment.

After a bit she looks up, grabs her device and turns it on, flipping it to voice. When she speaks her voice is calm, very cold, crisp and all business.

[Voice || Public]

Anybody out there that's got some experience with teleportation? Magic, science, genetic. Doesn't matter. I've some ideas and I'd like to bounce 'em off someone who knows a bit about this sort of thing

[Voice || Private to Ruby]

Ruby, mind popping over a bit? I'd like to take some before and after measurements in regards to your teleportation.

[Voice || Private to Sam Spade]

Could use a bit of your investigative skills maybe if you'd be willing to help out a bit?

[Voice || Private to The Doctor]

I'll need my TARDIS key back. You can slip it in the mail slot.

rubinuslapis.livejournal.com

So, are we in a lull now? This place is like a fucking soap opera on steroids. And I seem to have missed the party.

[private to sam ↵]
Okay, General Crankypants, are you done sulking? We have a training montage to get to. I even found us practice space, bow to my fucking resourcefulness. Why don't we start with seeing if you can track me there. Ready, set, go.

tothelightshown.livejournal.com

Although it was DG that closed her eyes in her bedroom in the Northern Island, it was a witch that opened her eyes several hours later. The Witch, in fact. She had spent centuries lurking in the darkness, waiting for her chance to emerge and plunge the O.Z into shadow. It was a strange twist of fate that had brought her to Taxon, plunging her into the body of the one person who could foil her plans, but it was a twist of fate she fully intended to exploit. DG’s strength came from her light. If that light could be extinguished ...

The Witch, rising from the divan where she slept, smiled to herself. Nothing would be able stop her now, though, given the tempestuous nature of their hosts, it would take her a while to return to the O.Z. She would simply have to content herself with Taxon in the meantime.

( “It’s almost like coming home, isn’t it?” )

OOC: And DG’s glitch begins.

returntous.livejournal.com

No one really knew why the dead remained in the land of the living, whether it was by choice or simply an unfortunate fate, just as much as no one really knew if there was really a place to go after life. Mabel certainly had never seen any evidence of it, although she knew better by now to discount it's possible existence. Whatever it was, or could be, she doubted the streets were paved with gold and only good could be found. The same thing went for what the dead actually wanted in their haunting; problem was, sometimes they didn't want anything. They were just there, and at least to her that was a comfort. There was only one theory about ghosts that really seemed right to here, one she kept in mind when dealing with them.

They haunted minds.

There were minds to haunt in Taxon, and yet none of the constant presence of the dead she was so used to. At least, none so far that she had seen. Vampires were a kind of dead, but not the kind she looked for, and she still hadn't run into any of those anyway; her method of dealing with her kidnapping was to avoid actual contact with her fellow inmates. They weren't, anyway, the kind she spent her life trying to help. It could be because so few of the people here were more than just a strange sort of program that the dead did not come with. She didn't buy that.

( and in return i'll get nothing at all )

tothelibrary.livejournal.com

Mirrors haven't been high on Dawn's list of priorities since they brought her back from Wolfram and Hart. Her arm is in a cast courtesy of Dr. McCoy, and every single part of her aches. It's pretty obvious whatever stares back from the mirror is going to be a refugee from the latest Lifetime movie, not the face she's used to seeing. There's no point, right?

...But that's not it, either. She's scared, doesn't want to see. So in the five seconds of alone time she's given today (and she feels a little bad about snapping at everyone about wanting three stupid seconds to herself, but this isn't a group activity) Dawn heads to the bathroom and flips on all the lights, takes a deep breath.

And looks.

( no sleep in heaven or bethlehem | cut for descriptions of the aftermath of violence )

[ ooc: rumi here you go. now come with me to hell. we will go to hell, go straight to hell. we will not pass go or collect two hundred dollars.

ON ANOTHER NOTE lj is sucking, so if i owe you a tag and seem to be lagging i would be SO GRATEFUL if you could pm/im/email me because i probably have no idea that tag is even there. B| ]

faderbroderson

Godric wears no shirt, which is not terribly unusual, but there's an air about him that suggests the choice isn't casual this time. He isn't going without for comfort, but purposely displaying his tattoos, the meanings of which are lost to time, but not lost to Godric. The pants he wears are made of buckskin, but are clearly new. For once, he looks as ancient as he is, and what he's doing is no less so.

In front of him is clearly an altar, despite its simplicity. It's only a pile of large, flat rocks at the edge of the forest, but it's covered in baskets filled with fruit, berries, herbs, grains and other foods. If one looks carefully, they can see there are exactly nine baskets, and every one carries something different. To the right of the altar is a small fire, and though it's not apparent, it burns nine different types of wood. To the left is a wild goat, leashed with a rope and adorned in ribbons, and there's a large circle drawn in the dirt surrounding the entire area.

( Cut for depictions of dead goat. No actual goats were harmed in the writing of this post. )

The citizens of Taxon are free to react with fascination or horror as they please.

eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com

Sam stalks up to the sanctuary, tension strung through his shoulders and pulling his entire body tight. He's got a crowbar gripped tightly in one hand. His teeth are grit and his jaw is squared. "Give him back!" he screams at the building.

There's no 'person' to blame for this and no demon to make a deal with. Sam is doing the closest thing he can figure out to a deal. When he gets no answer (not surprisingly) from the building he swings the crowbar at one of the glass windows, shattering it.

"GIVE HIM BACK!!"

The scream is almost a sob. It's strangled with pain and his emotions go so far beyond anger. He'd just gotten used to the idea that he was going to get to keep Dean at least for a little while only to have him taken away again.

"Give him back or I swear to God I'll tear this place apart piece by piece!" And he's trying, shattering windows as fast as he can. Logically he knows the building will repair itself. He watched the entire city repair itself after the Doctor blew everything up. In the moment that doesn't process. All he cares about is having some outward expression for all the pain locked up inside of him. He wants to destroy something and cause pain.

Current Mood: crushed

rubinuslapis.livejournal.com

Ruby is in her really crappy apartment (fixer upper? understatement of the century) piling wood into the wood stove she found in another and ~~stole~~ borrowed. Swaddled in some pretty hefty sweats and a blanket, a keen eye might still see her shiver a little. She swears at the stove, because everyone knows that will make it burn faster and hotter, and moves back to get warmer by the space heater placed next to her frameless, messy bed.

"Fucking experimental goddamn city can't even have decent weather." For awhile, she sits stock still, staring into the flames. All the commotion happening in Taxon hadn't interested her beyond the welfare of one younger Winchester, and now all she saw was more boring talk of committees and more bullshit she'd likely ignore anyway. If she's willing to admit it, on a good day she'd say she likes Taxon just fine, considering the extra strength crazy everyone seems to be on. Of course, Ruby did always like the shadows. Sticking to them here hadn't been too much of an issue.

Of course, upon that thought, she finally realizes that her tablet has been naughty and smirks humorlessly at it and anyone who may be nosing in on her. "I charge by the hour for shows, you know. This isn't redtube."

aworldenchanted

Tara has been spending more and more time in the Sunnydale library. For one thing, Giles is there, and she's always glad to see him. And, of course, the collection on magic is even more impressive than she'd guessed it had been. She's doing research for herself, and for Piper and DG as well.

But perhaps even more importantly, the library fells like Sunnydale - like home - in a way nowhere else in Taxon does. It's easy to forget, for a few minutes at a time, that she's in a strange and foreign place where castles repair themselves and vampires save you from being crushed to death without apparent motivation. She can picture Buffy and Xander in this library, younger but still themselves, putting together plans and working on clues.

She can picture Willow here.

But it's not only thoughts of home that occupy her. Here and now she's worried about Dawn, and a bit worried about Buffy too. Still, she trusts they know she wants to help. Her tablet is out, lying on the table in case anyone should need to contact her quickly. Meanwhile, she's making a list of topics she wants to look into farther, with a few books Giles suggested open by her side.

She's made herself easy to find, for good or ill; the library's open.

freezecharm.livejournal.com

[ There's a sound of pages rustling. With everything that has happened in Taxon - dangerous vampires running amok, crazy people bombing everything regardless of intentions or who they'd hurt - Piper feels as though she should do something. She consults The Book of Shadows and while she's not sure it will work, she decides to give it a try. ]

In this night and in this hour
I call upon the Ancient Power
Heed my words, I beseech thee.

In this circle that is our home
protect us from the evils that roam
And ensure our safety.

[ she waits for something to happen - but after a pathetic puff of smoke in the air, nothing did. She sighs.] Right. Of course that won't work.

rude-not-ginger.livejournal.com

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

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

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

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

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

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

fangy-summers.livejournal.com

Wow... Granddad gets his groove back and all of a sudden, everyone's fearing for their lives. Not that I can blame you. You're only human.

Well, most of you...

Meanwhile, everyone's forgotten about the actual turned Slayer. Y'know - the one whose primary incentive for not doing what she does best, seems intent on joining up with said grandparently-type?

Yeah.

That incentive.

And, see, with my living self declining assistance in her somewhat... Disempowered state, there's me, remembering how Drusilla just loves some good old-fashioned destruction.

So, maybe the whole key to my predicament is just to... Out-Angelus Angelus... That sound good, Dru? Enough to make me the better choice in all this?

Unless someone can give me a good reason not to.

I am open to suggestions...

eaturbreakfast.livejournal.com

Okay, so I've got a place to stay--Thanks Bendy--and I've figured out the replicators.

Dean mentioned vampires? Some one want to fill me in?

[ooc: yes he does think Bendy is Buffy's name. Dean neglected to tell him otherwise]

Current Mood: curious

stacked

[ the point of this entry is simple. If the mountain will not come to Mohammed, Mohammed will have to call the mountain a spineless bitch until the mountain gets pissed off enough it'll get off its lazy, smug ass and fight. ]

Yo, psycho boy. Not even gonna stop by and say hi?

[ counting down to 'FAITH WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK ARE YOU DOING' in three, two, one... ]

[ ooc: HERE YOU GO RUMI. ]