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It's taken Willow a really, really long time to work up the courage to make this broadcast, and even when she convinces herself she can't wait any longer, she still has to have some measure of comfort. Colette, her calico kitten, is tucked in her lap, purring contentedly as Willow leans back against the back of the chair she's sitting in. She's in her bedroom, the one she shares with Tara, and she looks nervous as she flicks on the feed.

"Uh, hi, Taxon!" She's using a falsely bright tone at the moment, because it's easier than acknowledging the fear and worry she's trying to keep at bay. Come on, Willow. You can do this.

"I-I know most of you probably know me by now, but, uh, if you don't, my name's Willow and I've been here for a couple of months now."

Pause. Breathe. Stroke the cat for comfort.

"What I really wanted to talk about is... my glitch a couple of months ago. Back in February. I know it's been a really long time and words aren't gonna make up for everything, but... I'm sorry. I didn't mean to hurt anyone."

Well, yes, actually she had, but that was her glitched self, so that doesn't count at all.

"I'm a witch and I have some really powerful magic. I just... I'm learning how to control it so that doesn't happen again. My magic's just a part of me and I-I'm... sorry any of that happened."

Before she can beat herself up any more, she switches the feed off and waits to see how the rest of Taxon responds to her apology. Castle Summers residents can find her in her room. She'll be happy for visitors.

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slayersidekick

After having spent a long time just trying to keep people safe and work on the stupid ritual while insane vamp number two ran around town on the loose, Willow was feeling... not quite the happiest. Her glitch was bad enough. The zombies almost right after had made her feel like the aliens were punishing her for her stupid magic going crazy. Now this? This made her feel like a combination of retribution owed her and worried that it was tempting her too far. Scuffing her foot at the floor of her room, she tried again, chanting the stupid spell in Latin and willing the Orb to start glowing and doing its magic mojoy thing.

"Argh!" she yelled, stomping on the ground and sending Colette fleeing for her life under the bed.

Knowing she was going to end up doing what Dawn had said she'd wanted to do eventually - which was throw one of the Orbs at the nearest wall and watch it shatter into a thousand glistening pieces - Willow grabbed her bag of books and orbs and everything else she needed for this spell and headed out of the room.

Her first stop was to find Tara. She remembered something about food and drink, but after all the attempts at the Ritual of Restoration, she couldn't quite come up with what had happened when and where Tara had said she'd be. For all Willow knew, Tara was just outside the room. Or she might be at Tamper and Trick or the Library again.

Next stop was to see this tomb. Maybe being closer to where Angelus was trapped would help her concentrate better. Stupid aliens and their stupid rules and stupid glitches. With all this crazy stuff going on, she almost missed Sunnydale. At least Sunnydale's logic usually had rules to go with it. Taxon's logic just seemed to be screw with the lab rats until they all scream bloody murder and claw at each other.

Or get zombified. Whatever worked.

Eventually, she pulls out her tablet and makes an audio feed. "Okay. Head count. How is everyone doing? No one's gone off and died on us, right?"

Forgive her for being frank, Taxon; she's not so amused. She will also apologize for her glitch... later. Not feeling it currently.

Once Angelus has been captured in the tomb, Willow will make it over to the church ruins she'd been directed towards to figure out how the hell to keep going from here. There's the Ritual. And then there's opening the seal. And that... that will be tricky.

And requires another post. "So, uh... Taxon... any mojo-y people out here got a little energy to spare?"

The place gives her the creeps, but then again, she's been to many, many places in Sunnydale that have given her this kind of feeling. The war down under the Intiative's base was definitely one of them. Setting up camp down under there, she stares at the walls and sighs.

"Okay, Tara... I guess it's back to work, huh?"

[ooc: OKAY. SO, this is the Angelus got trapped in a tomb, what the hell do we do now post. Basically, Willow and Tara will be tag teaming the Ritual of Restoration until it finally works. As far as encountering Willow: she can be reached on the tablets at any of the two points, just be sure to mark it in the subject line so I can be sure which it is XD I AM EASILY CONFUSED. She can also be encountered in person after she leaves Castle Summers and any time after that, including reaching the tomb. There may also be a wild Tara involved here, too.

Angelus will get re-ensouled during this post, too, so there may be a thread for that stemming out of Tara and Willow getting frantic |D

If you want to meet up with Willow at some point at the tomb, that's fine, too. I am pretty much flexible. She will just be pretty focused until Angelus gets his soul back.

Questions, etc, feel free to ask here or on the planning post which I will now go track! XD]

virtued.livejournal.com

Damon had his car, so Stefan alternated between taking the trams and walking. It was admittedly the first time he'd stepped foot on Taxon's public transportation system, since he'd made a habit of simply using the speed gifted to him by his vampirism to move around as freely and quickly as he pleased. He'd do the same now, save he didn't want to risk setting off the suspicion alarms. With Angelus out, he needed to play things more carefully; people were no doubt on their guards.

Which was exactly why Stefan was heading to the castle. Elena had asked him to come protect Dawn and everyone else at the castle under the pretense that he was unsettled by all this and wanted to sit with this frightened girlfriend. After all, Damon had a plan and was working with Buffy to see it through, and he was stuck, once again, playing the roll of scared kid brother while Damon was playing vampire hunter.

Sometimes, he really hated being seventeen forever.

The tram soon came to a stop at the depot closest to the castle. Stefan got off and walked the rest of the way, letting himself in once he got to the castle. Perhaps knocking would've been the polite thing to do, but he had obtained an invite from Dawn a few months ago and in line with the 'scared kid brother' role, he just wanted to get inside and away from the threat of the psychotic vampire on the loose.

( ooc | location open to anyone at the castle, or coming and going from it. you don't have to interact with stefan specifically-- feel free to use this as a type of party post for planning, gathering, talking, etc. threadjack around as needed. visual of stefan going from the boarding house to the castle is up for grabs to anyone. the planning post for the angelus plot is here, with this comment updated with the jason kidnapping + more solid ending plan to be added to and talked out more. the ic version of damon's ~plan~ can be read here. castle used with sarah's permission. )

rereremembered.livejournal.com

So two Star Fleet officers, an ex-cop, a time traveler, an FBI agent, and an ad man are reprogrammed into the arrival room, all evidence of injury, illness, and zombiehood thankfully erased. The time traveler looks around and says:

"...oh you must be joking."

ooc: RE-ARRIVAL FOR ALL THE DEAD FOLKS, yes all six of them at once. I'm keeping the main part simple so you can go nuts in the comments with angst and horrors.

timedaughter

Jenny pops up on the tablet, haggard, exhausted, and in need of a long bath. She opens her mouth to speak, then closes it to clear her throat before trying again.

"Morning, Taxon. It looks like the worst of it is over. Most of the zombies are dead, but there are a few stragglers, so keep your guard up. The hatches still don't work, or the electricity, and we've got bodies piled up in the streets, scattered fires, the works." She takes a deep breath. "There have been some casualties. Other than the Extras, I mean. We should...probably compile some sort of list, I think."

She looks like she might say more, but she stops. This would all be normal behavior coming from a normal person, but this is Jenny, she of eternal optimism, she who takes joy in vanquishing evil. Something is plainly wrong, despite the fairly good news.

aworldenchanted

[Backdated to day three]

It's become clear the problem is getting worse, not better. At first, Tara thought it was just some kind of strange disease, confined to Extras, but it has rapidly become obvious that the situation is much worse than that. She's called DG, grabbed Dawn, and checked on Willow - she doesn't want to push her girlfriend, but things are serious enough they could use all the help they could get. Sunnydale Library is, she thinks their best bet for specifically occult knowledge, and this definitely falls firmly on the creepy-crawly side.

Tara's not much of a leader, and she wishes Giles were there, but Willow's in no shape. She needs to get them together and see if there's anything they can do. So here she is, with a huge pile of books, and her fellow witches, and breathing a small prayer that there's something they can do.

--

[Day Five]

Tara knows that she shouldn't have gone back to the shop. There were supplies there, though - things that could help with wards, or healing, and it wasn't so far from the castle.

Too late now.

She's pumping the power that she can into the wards, and she's dragged some display cases in front of the doors and windows for good measure She can't hear much outside, but what she can hear... well, it's not very heartening.

In a lull, making sure her voice is steady, she picks up the tablet. "This is Tara Maclay. I don't know about the other sections, but W-Wilde is unsafe to travel. If - if anyone didn't know." She hesitates a moment, then adds, "I'm okay. But I don't think I'm going to get back to the Castle v-very soon."

[OOC: Combined to avoid spamming the comm, because I let this week slip by! Day three is for Dawn and DG and optionally Willow. Day Five is open for tablet replies; if anyone is running through Wilde and needs refuge or something, I'm open to whatever. PM me and we'll sort it out. Please feel free to backtag either of these forever.]

slayersidekick

The feed starts accidentally, as Willow is walking through the forest. She's grumbling to herself and, for a few minutes, it's hard to tell what she's saying. All that can be seen is a jerky, upside down view of the forest from where she's holding her tablet as she walks.

"–understands. Everyone thinks–
"–not bad! –trying to help! It's not my fault–"

After a while, her grumbling subsides and she continues onward for a while. And that's when it hits.

"What–?"

The tablet drops to the forest floor, nestled so that it catches nothing of Willow's actual transformation except for a sharp cry of surprise. And the treetops above. But, it's over as quickly as it comes. And when she speaks, she sounds much calmer and far less bothered by the situation suddenly. Disturbingly so. She kneels down to pick up the tablet and now Taxon is treated to a view of black hair. Very black. Not red.

"Look what the cat's dropped. Guess the hamsters wanted their mice to see what's coming."

Look at this, Taxon. Willow's finally moved the camera so her face can be seen. She looks as calm as she sounds, frighteningly so, and her hair and clothes are completely black now. She'd look like a gothic billboard if the situation weren't suddenly so dire. She stands up and turns toward the street.

"Faith? Long? Do you guys think we could meet? There's something we need to talk about." Lots of things to talk about. And by talk? She really means fight. There's a score to settle. Who says magic can't be used for good?

Willow starts to move then, still smiling amiably and looking far more pleased than she should for that outfit. She has one last thing to say before she cuts the connection.

"I'll see you later, Taxon. Be good for the cat's playtime. She doesn't like mice that are bad."

So be good for her, or she might just make them behave.

[ooc: Planning post is HERE! If you have questions, feel free to ask there or PM me! \o Wait for the subthreads to get up here and then it's all good from there! Oh, and I forgot to mention, she'll have a cloud of atmosphere ionization around her, though at least this time, her hair will be safe. So, there will be a general area of no signal around her. So her position won't be perfectly pinpointed, so our search party has a reason to keep going, but they'll have a general area to work with, too! They can pretty much use any section of Taxon they want and/or keep changing it as she walks. \o]

rereremembered.livejournal.com

He'd helped save scores of worlds and dozens of universes, he'd beaten Elvis in a death match (sort of), he'd wooed more than one alien princess, and now Fitz was going to die in a garage. In Lancashire. The ghost-monster thing screamed again and bore down upon him, its many eyes gleaming, its jaws wide in preparation for biting. Fitz closed his eyes and pressed himself harder against the swing door in a futile attempt to escape--

--or perhaps not so futile, as in the next instant he found himself flat on his back in a strange metal room, staring up at some alien contraption. He blinked and frowned before carefully sitting up.

"Ta for the rescue, there," he muttered and got his bearings. Metal walls, metal floor, stairs going down, pedestal with a fancy mobile, all of it suddenly familiar.

The word "Taxon" cheerfully sprang to mind and he groaned. How the hell had he forgotten this place?

"Oh, flipping heck!" Fitz struggled to his feet - which were tied together with nylon rope (long story) - and awkwardly hopped over to pick up the tablet. "Is there a Doctor in the house? I'm not picky, any one will do. And if whoever comes to get me would be kind enough to bring something sharp, I'll get you drinks for a night."

aworldenchanted

Tara's been worried, mainly about Glitch. While a part of her is sure he'll be back to normal soon, she knows how it's hurting DG. And though she'd never mention it to a soul, she still finds glitches or magic that affect people's minds upsetting in a way she suspects she'll never get over. It gives her a turn in the pit of her stomach she can't quite shake.

But he's safe, and that's important for now.

In the meantime, she's making sure everything in the shop is clean and well-displayed. It gives her something to do with her hands, and she knows a few people have said they may come into the shop to see her soon. She's happy to answer what questions she can, or just to chat. Things have been quiet, and the mess with Glitch aside, there's no reason to be feeling uneasy. Maybe Taxon has just made her a bit paranoid. She wishes she could believe that's all it is.

[OOC: An open post and a placeholder for once Glitch plots are sorted; as such, purposely vague to whether or not he's anywhere in the shop at the time. Use at your discretion!]

lionofolympus.livejournal.com

As is tradition for Hercules, today is a day where anyone who sees this feed also sees way more of the chiseled man stud than they possibly planned to. Thankfully, today, it is a rear view of Hercules getting dressed after a shower, not a full frontal flashing.

When Hercules turns around, having covered up what little he normally covers up in his sash and skirt combo (the sandals have yet to be put on), he notices the tablet is on.

This being Hercules, he has no shame and just laughs.

"I apologize if I made anyone uncomfortable," he says, smiling. "I swear, the hamsters are out to stare at my ass!"

Unabashed, uninhibited, that's the Son of Zeus, all right.

tothelightshown.livejournal.com

It was obvious that something was wrong from the moment that DG switched on her tablet. She was caught somewhere between distress and anger and, although the latter seemed to be winning out at the moment, it could still go either way.

"Glitch has been glitched," she said, speaking with all the bluntness of a person who was too worried about a particular someone to worry about offending anybody else. Her hands bunched into helpless, furious fists at her sides. "Those twisted hamsters have made him forget everything. He doesn't even know his name!"

If she had been a different sort of person, DG might have been overwhelmed by the enormity of that announcement. But she wasn't that sort of person. At the moment, she didn't know what she could do, but she knew that she was going to do something. She was going to get Glitch back if she had to hunt down every last one of those furry monsters.

She had to pause for a moment before continuing, fighting to compose herself. There wasn't time to get upset. Glitch was still out there somewhere.

"I'm going to need some help," she managed, "He doesn't want to listen to me. He's going to get himself into trouble."

That was a fact. The problem was that DG didn't realise just how much trouble Glitch was in. She had no idea that the hamsters weren't responsible for his current condition.

"... Cain? Can you meet me at the workshop?"

smecker.livejournal.com

"Goooood morning, fellow inmates."

Paul tap-taps the little screen, exhales cigarette smoke towards it. He thinks he's got the right settings for 'city-wide broadcast' but only experimenting will tell.

"There's still, what, a fucking foot of snow on some of the sidewalks? Just the right conditions to go shopping."

The view of his face vanishes as he reaches for the tablet, hand briefly covering the screen until he shifts his grip and pans the device to show off the shop some people may still know as Theta's. There are many shelves, all of them full of clockworks.

"You'd better, because this is a commercial. Once upon a time a woman named Theta hired me to cook and clean, and then vanished, leaving her shop and merchandise behind. It's all still here pretty much, as you can see.

"I don't want it. In fact, I could use the space for other things. Also, the little fuckers are a pain to dust. So here's the deal: if you can get yourself off your asses and out into the snow, I'll be giving these charming little examples of weird science away at severe discounts. Seriously, bring me a cup of coffee that doesn't taste of recycled snot and you might get one for free.

"Anybody needing directions, you take the green line north into Speares, fourth stop, the one with the town-square style clock visible from the tram. I'm the appliance repair building right next to said clock. Come on down. Maybe there will be donuts. Everyone likes donuts. Except communists. Paul Smecker out."

selfmadman

He's been feeling different in the morning—limbs looser, the wadded ball of whatever it is in his chest less noticeable. A dozen minor aches greet him when he wakes, forgotten muscles whimpering in protest. He credits the swimming. He likes it, too, the sensation of weightlessness and the solidity the world takes on after he pulls himself from the pool.

“Morning, Megan.”

“Good morning, Mr. Draper.” She stands up behind Miss Blankenship's desk—it's quite a contrast, her youth, a smile that hasn't learned to be anything but inviting, above his secretary's clutter of antique knickknacks.

“Coffee, please. Tell Miss Olson I want her in my office in an hour, and see if we can push Sugarberry back to this afternoon.” He waits for her nod, then heads into his office.

And freezes.

The room he's entered is not his office. It's not an office. It's all brushed metal, has the sleek look of an examining room or the nose of a rocket.

Don turns back to the door, the space the door should occupy, finds only the uninterrupted curve of metal.

Automatically he fishes in his shirt pocket for a cigarette, noticing as he does so the gleam at his wrist. He lights up, inhales deeply and streams smoke from the side of his mouth.

He teases back his sleeve, frowning at the band of metal that's been—he gives his wrist a shake—fused to his skin.

“Hello?” Don doesn't sound timid or frightened; he sounds like a man who's locked himself out of his house.

When no answer comes, he steps down off the platform. He walks the room slowly, pausing to ash his cigarette, to press his fingers to the wall.

“Is this...” He fumbles for an explanation that makes any amount of sense, but he hasn't been drinking and he's never had a dream this pristine. “What is this?”

theextras.livejournal.com

For those from an Earth with a New York City and a Times Square, the scene atop the Sanctuary on New Year's Eve might look a little familiar. Only, the aliens have missed one of the most important details and placed a dull, prolate spheroid at the top of the pole instead of a brightly colored, festive sphere. Someone should really tell them to pay closer attention to their sources. Should've let the Shark handle this one, he writes better reports.

Nevertheless, the place is booming with your typical New Year's celebrations, from food and Extra cover bands, to dancing in the street and people standing by, waiting for the ball to drop so they can steal that first kiss from their someone special. The party's free, there's free glow sticks and they're there until morning. Care to join, oh dear citizens?

[ ooc | party post! start new threads, jump around and hijack others; it's a free for all! grab your glasses and get out the door, we're gonna hit the city. at the stroke of midnight, they'll be a ~shower of glitter~ as our beloved aliens fail at this research thing and apparently can't shot confetti. be on the lookout for a top comment for kisses at the stroke of midnight! ]

iminmynightie.livejournal.com

Stirring her tea with a spoon, Amy idly listened to the sound of the metal hitting the ceramic sides of her cup. She was thinking.

The Doctor had been gone... well, she didn't know how long, but it seemed to her she'd just become aware of it. When had she last spoken to him? Or even seen him? Somewhere in the back of her mind, she recalled brushing aside ideas of calling out to him from the living room, or knocking on his bedroom door. But why? What had held her back?

She stopped stirring and left the spoon in her cup as she picked her tablet off the kitchen table and turned it on. She searched the map for him again, and again it told her he wasn't there. The Doctor was clever though, so very, very clever, so if he had reason to, he could easily hide himself from the tablet's map. But for what reason? And why wouldn't he tell her before he rushed off to do whatever it was that he was secretly doing?

A little voice in her head said that the reason he wasn't on the map was because he was taken out of Taxon. The feeling of tears started behind her eyes, but she held them back and grew angry instead. The Doctor wouldn't abandon her. Not again. Not after twelve years of waiting the first time, then two more years after that.

Of course, that wretched little voice said, the Doctor wouldn't have a choice. The hamsters would take him away against his will.

"Shut it, you," she grumbled, then pressed a hand to her forehead because she was talking to herself.

Straightening up and clearing her throat, she turned the tablet over to the voice section and tried to sound like she wasn't upset at all.

"Hello, fellow Taxon residents! Anybody seen the Doctor 'round recently? He seems to be playing a very intricate game of hide and seek."

[ooc: Amy was glitched by the hamsters to not notice the Doctor's disappearance until after Christmas, so she could enjoy it and not be mopey. But now he's gone and it's time to feel abandoned. ;_;]

fathertaxmas.livejournal.com

It's Christmas Eve, and for the most part the night is quiet. The city is covered in a blanket of snow, and the festive lights shine on silently in the dark.

Some might hear the gentle murmur of reindeer shaking off the cold, even sleigh bells and footsteps, while others sleep through. They might even get up to investigate; Taxon isn't always the safest place, and strange noises usually bring about a certain level of curiosity. It's understandable, really.

One by one, be it house or spaceship or 'other,' Santa is making his way down his special Taxon list and leaving presents under trees and on nightstands.

A few will get to be delivered personally, and while that contact is generally Against the Rules, this is quite the special case.

[ ooc: HEY GUYS IT'S SANTA!

We're still doing gifts over here, so go ahead and comment with what you'd like your character to get there if you haven't already. This is open to all characters, even ones just arrived, so don't be shy.

How this will work is: tag in and put the name of the residence in the subject line (ex: 'hyperion hotel,' 'frye ranch,' etc.). One of your mods will play Santa for you and anyone else with a character in the same house that wants to participate. So go forth and comment away! ]

srsbusinessk.livejournal.com

Thump thump, thump thump.

Blood, coursing through his veins loud and clear, pressure building in every atom of his being and Sam can't tell if it's from adrenaline or the demon blood, or maybe a horrible combination of the two.

Thump thump, thump thump.

It's not like he's scared. Werewolves, vampires, ghosts; he's faced more monsters than he can count for longer than he can remember, but this? One on one face off with the Devil?

Thump thump, thump thump.

Despite his steadily beating heart, Sam is not scared. They'd fought for this for months; they'd died for it, and friends sacrificed themselves for it. This isn't just his fight, it's all of theirs. And there isn't anything that could stop him from seeing it through to the end.

Thump thump, thump thump.

No, he isn't scared. Not one bit. He doesn't have time for it. "We don't have any other choice. Yes."

Thumpthump, thumpthump--

And there's an impossibly bright light. Sam's waiting for it, the impact, the explosion, the pain and heat and darkness that is possession, but it never comes. There's nothing. In fact, he just feels...cold? He opens his eyes and there's metal, only metal and electronics like he's never seen before. It doesn't make sense, it's wrong, and all that suppressed fear comes flooding in like a river.

Thumpthump, thumpthump.

Sam jumps off of the strange platform and down to what looks like it could be a door, pounding on it in a panic. "Cas, get me outta here! We don't have time for this! Castiel!" He stops his shouting, and exhales shortly, "Dean."

Thumpthumpthumpthump.

Dean. If he's here, that means Dean is - with Lucifer, alone. Panic, fucking panic, and Sam starts looking around the room for a way out. He's better than this, smarter than this, so he needs to calm the fuck down and figure this out.

Thump thump, thump thump.

There's a...phone? No, not quite. Something similar, maybe, and Sam walks over to it warily. He hesitantly picks it up and notices - it's on? Shakily, unsure, "Can..can anyone hear me?" He feels particularly foolish, but he's desperate and it's the best option he sees right now. "I have to get out of here. I have to find my brother. Please."

He doesn't have time for fear.

numbersnfigures.livejournal.com

Spencer Reid had been so scarce over the past few days that if one wasn't looking for him (or observing his dot on the tablet tracking device) one might have thought he had gone home. In fact, he had been busy putting the finishing touches on his latest project.

He had spent the first few days reorganizing the library how he wanted it. Thanks to a group of helpful Extras, it had gone much more quickly then he thought he would. Spencer used all of the previous day to go through the shelves and memorize the catalog. He was going to put it to paper eventually in case he ever got any help, but for now his memory would be sufficient.

And now he stood in front of his tablet, grinning like Taxon had probably never seen him grin before. Behind him, one could see the huge shelves of books rising out of the marble floor. Between the marble columns and the mahogany study tables, it looked like something out of Rome itself, or at least an Ivy League college.

"So, uh.. the library is open. We currently have 20,868 books. Hopefully you'll stop by and find something to read.. I can help you if you're looking for something specific."

With that, he offered Taxon one last closed-lipped smile and shut off the visual component to his tablet. He surveyed the library proudly for a moment, then went to work on some paperwork behind the desk.

[OOC - Yes the mod-approved library is open! Hope this all looks Kosher. It's located in Central. Come visit and check out some books! OR if your character would like to work at the library that'd be cool too. Spencer may be a genius with an eidetic memory but he can't do it alone. XD]

Current Mood: accomplished

tothelightshown.livejournal.com

The ordinarily silent entrance hall was alive with light and noise. DG had taken advantage of the hamster's latest offer to hatch every decoration she could think of and, with a spring in her step and tinsel in her hair, she meandered through the piles of boxes and tried to work out where to start. Occasionally, she sang along to snatches of the Christmas songs that floated through the room from the CD player she'd set up in the corner. Although reinforcements would be arriving soon, she'd hatched so many things that they wouldn't be finished before Christmas if they didn't start soon.

She hadn't intended to get carried away. It had happened by accident. The city had been so maudlin lately. A lot of friends had disappeared in a relatively short space of time, and, consequently, DG was more determined than ever to make the most of the time she had with the people who were left.

"You better watch out, you better not cry," she sang, picking up a wreath for the front door, "Better not pout, I'm telling you why. Santa Claus is coming to town ..."

She didn't even know the name of the winter holiday they celebrated in the world of her birth, but she'd intended to enjoy every moment of Christmas in Taxon. In this city, there was no way of knowing what was going to happen next.

OOC: Although this is for Glitch, Tara and Willow, bonus trolling is encouraged. If you can think of an excuse for your character to be in the Northern Island, go for it! (And, yes, I have been watching Elf recently. How did you guess?)

lionofolympus.livejournal.com

"Please don't kill me, please don't kill me..."

Hercules' voice trails off, as he is suddenly acutely aware he is not in the midst of giant explosion. He is somewhere distinctly different, somewhere distinctly familiar. He quickly pats himself, to make sure he is all there. He notices the silver bracelet on his arm, much unlike the typical gold he'd been wearing just moments before. And he recognizes it, too.

"A-hahahaha!" he says, grinning ear to ear.

He takes the moment to stroke his beard, then go grab his tablet.

"I hope you missed me. While I'd normally say I do not wish to be trapped in a place... I think I prefer it over oblivion. Ha-ha!"

He even flexes for the sake of any viewers. "It's good to be back!"

[ooc: Hercules' raging ego is his, not mine. But I did miss you all! *clings*]