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alwaystheguv.livejournal.com

The last thing he clearly remembered was the gunfire, the sheer racket it was all making as they made a break for it. Tyler was just across from him, so close and the only one to back them up. Should have known the useless sod couldn’t make a shot if his life depended on it. That was if he even wanted to make the shot, anyway, he honestly has no idea what was going on. Sam had betrayed them, wonder that, just what he needed to deal with during a shootout. He was sure he’d been shot himself, he felt that flare of pain but he couldn’t feel it any more, he couldn’t hear his team, he was pretty sure he was blacking out. Well that was rubbish, what good would that do anyone?

Opening his eyes, it took him a few moments to full wake himself up. He never expected to see such a bizarre setting around him when he finally did, it was like one of those poncy sci-fis but without the rubbish tin foil and card board sets. Everything looked real, he was almost afraid to touch anything. Almost being the keyword here, he was happy enough to stomp around like a bull in a china shop, as always, trying to get a better look at the weird device on the ceiling before backing up as slow as he could. This made no sense and he honestly didn’t want to know. He just wanted out.

“Bollocks. I’m dead, aren’t I?” So much for dying in the boozer like he’d always dreamed. Ah well, win some, lose some. This was either a very vivid hallucination or he was dead, there was no way this was real. Perhaps he was just tripping the light fantastic? “What is-- Tyler?!"

When something weird was occurring, it was bound to have something to do his not-so-right in the head DI. This was the polite way of putting it, really. Sam Tyler was the master of weirdy things.

Checking his pockets, he couldn’t feel the outline of his gun anywhere. That was not good, none of this was-- and what the hell was on his wrist? It looked like some awful jewellery a prozzie got on the cheap to try and dress herself up a bit. Lovely. And it wouldn’t come off, of course, that was the crowning touch. “If this really is the afterlife… I hope you know I’m bloody disappointed! No pearly gates? Bloody great, that is.”

Looking across at the small device thingy on the side, Gene didn’t dare make a move closer. He’d never seen anything like that before. His first instinct was to attack but there was nothing to attack. So he was just going to stick to yelling like he always did. Just to regain some power here, if that was at all possible.

beholdthedrums.livejournal.com

The moment the Master finds himself in Taxon's arrival chamber, he's furious. His rage flashes across his face and it's only a quick thought that reminds him to turn his back on the tablet waiting for him. "Tell me you're joking," he scowls quietly, pinching at his nose and taking a deep breath. "Tell me."

Taxon. How sickening. He debates his options, his holo still keeping its back on anyone watching. He could act as though he's clueless. Just another poor sod, who happens to have the Master's face. Who was that guy he got called once? Sam? That is a possibility. He never did find out much about that anomaly. Shame.

Still, options.

He throws the idea of a low profile out the window. Mostly.

Finally, he throws a look over his shoulder and grins at the tablet, then tiptoes over to it and lifts it free. "Hello, Taxon. Did you miss me?"

iminmynightie.livejournal.com

Amy bustled around the kitchen, humming along as Elvis sang on the radio. She was just finishing off the canapés for the party she and her dear husband were throwing for their neighbors. Since the two had finally settled on a house, it seemed only proper to open the doors and show it off. She couldn't wait to hear what the other wives thought of her curtains and throw pillows.

John had to be turned out of the kitchen numerous times, because he was determined to help her cook. Silly man. Didn't he know the man's place was behind the bar, cocktail shaker in hand? That was just where she had sent him, to mix up a few drinks. Amy's stepdaughter, Jenny, had helped Amy with the cooking all day long, but was now upstairs finishing up getting ready. Amy herself had already changed for the party, and was wearing a vivid green dress that complimented her red hair.

Pushing open the swinging kitchen door with her rear end, Amy sauntered down the hall and into the den, humming along and joining John at the bar.

"Here, try one, and tell me what you think?" She held out a canapé for him to bite. Their guests would start arriving any minute and she wanted them to have good food as soon as they entered.

[OOC: All characters welcome! Your character doesn't just have to live in Shelley to be invited. Amy, the Doctor, and Jenny will be thread hopping around this post. Oh, and John Smith is the Doctor's alias during this event. ;)]

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

Mornings are spent with Mal. It's a routine Kaylee has developed over the last few years, and one that she relies on just as much as her older brother might. Wake up early, have breakfast, and then they both head to the garage down the street. She spends a few hours there each morning, helping out with some of the cars if they need her, or flirting with some of the guys if they don't (though never if Mal is looking, as that never seems to end well for anyone involved).

Unfortunately, while Kaylee might love spending her free time helping out at the garage, 10 o'clock always manages to find a way to roll around. She runs home for a quick clean-up and changes into her work uniform, then hightails it over to Peggy Sue's. There's a friendly greeting for the Extra at the grill as she puts her apron on, and then Kaylee sets in on cleaning tables and presetting everything before they open.

Lunch is approaching quickly, and that means the shop will be getting its normal lunchtime rush any time now. Kaylee double checks that the laces on her roller skates are tied tight, makes sure that her order pad still has plenty of sheets left on it, and adjusts her apron and hat. The sign on the door is turned around promptly at 11.

[[ OoC: Treat it like a party log, folks. Come in with your friends, party it up, and expect Kaylee to pop in at some point to take orders and deliver food.

EDIT: This can span over whatever day of the week you might like it to, so no one's limited to one day they might not be available for. ]]

would-be-doctor.livejournal.com

Martha's image appears on the screen. Her hair's down, and she's dressed in a nightie that may or may not seem a bit unusual for her, but at least it appears she has had the good sense to pop a lab coat on over it. For all the good that will do.

Also, you'd think if she had the time to brush her hair she could have, you know-- gotten dressed properly. But clothing choices aside, this is definitely Our Martha Jones. Right?

"Good morning, everyone. Don't worry, I'm still Martha Jones... Doctor Martha Jones. I guess the hamsters didn't feel like messing with me this time. Lucky me! It means I've got a clear enough head to try and fix you lot." She seems almost pleased with this, though, rather than disgruntled. God knows why.

"If everyone stays calm I'm sure this will all be over soon. In the meantime, I'd like if those who did wake up as someone else could drop in at the clinic. Being able to examine the effects of this might make it easier to stop it from happening again. And we could always learn more about our furry little friends."

And then she smiles hopefully.

"Doctor? If you're out there somewhere, I could really use your help."

[ooc: For those who missed the memo, the Master is in Martha's body. For anyone interested in stopping by for either horrors or just general awkwardness!]

Current Music: radiohead- a wolf at the door

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

It’s been a long week of work, and it isn’t even halfway through yet. Kaylee’s arrival back at the ranch involves flopping face-first into her mattress and not moving for a good long while. Tony’s arrival, almost an hour later, and the idea of a good old-fashioned night at the bar are what finally get her rolling off of the bed and pulling Tony toward the door.

There’s a smallish Extra-run bar not too far from the ranch, the closest and easiest to get to for impromptu drinks out. Kaylee grins and tugs Tony into the bar behind her, drags him up to the bar, and promptly plops down onto a stool.

Bring it, bartender.

ergaleomancer.livejournal.com

It's the grand opening of Theta's shop, which she rather arrogantly likes to think will be a big deal. The doors open promptly at 10AM and Theta settles behind the counter with a notebook and pencil, sketching out plans for the next thing to build. She's working on a teapot, if anyone would like to look at her designs. She also has a cup of tea with her, and a tea pot balanced rather precariously on a metal stand over a candle.

The shop itself is a Victorian era styled shop front, with a door leading into the back. All manner of clocks are hung or standing in the shop, and there is a case with pocket watches and necklaces made of spare and broken bits of gears. A display stand on top of the counter shows off many watch chains, most of them with decorative gears hanging off of them, though several plain. Notably there are more things made of gold than of silver, and some things even have brass accents on them.

ergaleomancer.livejournal.com

Theta had been very busy. She'd ridden the tram that circled the city around and around, looking for a place of business that she could take over and rework to suit her needs. True to what she'd been told, there was eventually one that she found, and not too far from a tram stop, either. It hadn't take much to be able to take it over, and she'd soon settled in, tinkering with the clocks and updating them.

Now, from her seat behind the counter of her workshop, Theta activates her tablet and begins recording video. "Good evening, everyone! This is Elizabeθ Buckley speaking, broadcasting from my new shop on the northern end of town." She pans the camera around, showing off the clocks which have all been updated since she's gotten here. Most of the changes have been cosmetic, though she plans on making more practical clockworks later, when she has time. But those are time-consuming projects.

"Beginning tomorrow, I'll be open Monday through Friday, from eleven o'clock in the morning until six o'clock in the evening. I am a competent ergaleomancer, not that have a feeling very many know what that means. That's why I'd like to show off Roachi this evening."

She takes out a brass ball from her pocket and holds it up, then tilts it to the side. It unfolds itself and folds back in on itself to reveal a clockwork flying cockroach. It considers the tablet for a moment, then starts to climb up Theta's arm. Theta doesn't seem to mind, and she smiles cheerily. "Roachi isn't for sale, but he's an excellent example of what clockwork can do--nigh on anything.

"At the moment, I only have clocks, pocket watches, and jewellery available, though I will be adding more practical clockworks as I am able to complete them. In the mean while, I'd like to offer to every lady that visits me tomorrow a necklace, and every gentleman a watch chain, free of charge, merely for stopping in. I hope to see everyone tomorrow. In the mean time, I'll be available to answer questions about my trade to anyone who is curious."

freezecharm.livejournal.com

There's an incessant throbbing in Piper's head that just won't go away.

She groans, and opens her eyes. When she does, things start swirling uncontrollably, and the urge to hurl is great. Piper closes her eyes, bites her lip, and rolls to the side until it passes.

Something feels wrong here. It takes her another second to process the fact that she's lying on a cold stone floor, that she's naked, and that her fingers are stinging. Badly. Opening her eyes again, she sees that her hands are bloodied, and that several wooden splinters are still embedded in them.

"How--"

And that's when everything comes crashing down on her - all the memories of the past day, what she's done, what she's become. "No. Oh... oh god." Piper spots her tablet and kicks it away from her, before scrambling to the very corner of the dungeon. She slides down, hugging her knees to her and resting her forehead on them. She doesn't even resist the urge to tremble and sob.

[ ooc: backdated to the day after the glitch. ]

bigbad

Spike is sitting on the floor in the Hyperion lobby hunched over and concentrating hard. He's holding a deck of cards, and several other piles are in front of him on a foot stool in the solitaire set-up. He moves an ace up and stares at the cards for a little while before flipping three down. Then he moves the cards around again. This continues for a while until finally, he shifts into his vampire face. His forehead wrinkles up and his eyes turn yellow, teeth lengthening.

He growls and knocks over the table, sending cards flying. He smiles for a minute. It's vaguely satisfying, but it doesn't really help anything.

Spike sighs and lets his features go back to being human, then turns to the tablet. He notices it's already recording, but at this point it's really too late to do anything about it. He picks it up and speaks into it.

"Anyone want to fight? I'm this close to seeing if I can hatch a demon to kill, I am so bloody bored."

noheatnikki.livejournal.com

Kate had been circling the crime scene, taking in every nuance to aid in her investigation. She had knelt down to inspect a footprint in the dirt, when the dirt suddenly disappeared and was replaced by a cool silver floor.

"What the hell?"

She stood up, looking around. Everything had changed. The crime scene was gone, replaced by a circular room. She spun around, confused. Where was the door? Jumping down from the platform, she sprinted to the wall, stretching her hands out to feel for a door.

"Hello? Hey, anybody here?"

She pounded on the wall, though stinging hands were her only reward. As she inspected her hands, she noticed the silver bracelet on her wrist, and immediately tried to pull it off. Heart beating rapidly, she realized it wouldn't budge.

She circled the room, panicking slightly. On her second pass around the small room, she noticed the small table. On it laid what appeared to be a remote control, but upon closer inspection it looked to be some kind of cell phone. Maybe she could call for help?

She picked it up, but there did not appear to be any way to dial. She touched various places on the screen, but nothing seemed to happen. Then she heard a sliding sound, and looked up to see a door open a few feet from her. She immediately set the device down, heading for the door. It slid shut again before she could make it.

"Dammit!"

She kicked the door for good measure, then walked back over and picked up the remote/phone/whatever it was.

The door opened. Kate looked from the door, to the device, then back to the door. She set the device down again.

The door closed. Kate picked the device up again, then grinned as the door opened.

"Ok, ok. I get it."

biverbam.livejournal.com

Most animals, it turns out, are simple for all the complexities of a multitiered food chain (and the occasional group with fully formed temporal lobes). Many souls that see a great fake sky and don't know any better but to remember what they are. The simplicity of productive thought, a routine unvaried and safely housed, is refreshing when saddled between the choices of 'too much' and 'not enough.'

Eat, sleep, and eat.

That's more than can be said for the Extras who, for reasons only Hamsters might possibly understand, accepted her application for employment and gave her an officious khaki vest with her schedule folded neatly in the right pocket. It's almost as if they're conspiring to remind her of Simon, and she alternates between hating it completely and wearing it with wrinkled pride.

The work relationship itself is mutually beneficial: River gets to come in for free and has access to all the zoo's more entertaining hidden areas, and the zoo gets...

Well, in theory they get a nice young woman who stands at a kiosk and admits people to the butterfly room.

In reality, they get a nice young woman standing happily on one leg in the middle of the flock of flamingos as she bends down at the waist and, apparently, engages one of them in a staring contest.

"You're extinct," she informs it gently. The flamingo squawks at her but doesn't otherwise seem to care.

Hopefully no one is desperate to see the butterflies today.

gotcouplings.livejournal.com

[ The transmission starts with a string of very long Chinese swear words, and the sound of something smashing against a wall or door in the background. It's almost hard to hear what she's saying, but the tone is entirely there. ]

Somethin'..........on't know what it is, but.....warn...out of Central. Repeat, stay out--

[ There's a crash, louder than the ones before, and the howling snarls of something finally breaking through the door. More swears on Kaylee's part, and the tablet switches off. ]

timedaughter

The ingredients are all measured very precisely and placed carefully in individual bowls on the counter. They're arranged in the order they're meant to be used. Jenny wears a very serious expression, obviously quite intent on the task at hand, concentration unmatched.

The closest bowl holds two eggs. She picks them up and frowns at them. Setting one aside briefly, she visibly steels herself before neatly cracking one egg on the side of the mixing bowl. Delighted that it seems to have worked without making a mess, she carefully separates the crack and allows the egg to drop into the bowl. The shell goes into the wastebasket -- set conveniently next to her leg -- before she repeats the process with the other egg.

Next comes milk, salt, and then pepper, each small amount in their own bowl and each mixed in thoroughly with an egg beater. Once satisfied, Jenny nods to herself, lifts the bowl, and makes her way over to the pan already sitting heated on the stove. She takes the last ingredient bowl, which contains a dab of butter, takes a deep breath and drops it into the pan as if she expects it to explode. When it doesn't, she smiles, watches it melt, and then carefully pours the egg mixture into the pan.

She hums as she watches the eggs cook diligently, scraping the cooked parts from the bottom of the pan at regular intervals, in exact patterns. All this for scrambled eggs. You don't want to know how many times she read the recipe before attempting this. She has it memorized.

freezecharm.livejournal.com

The morning didn't start off too well for Piper. She rose from her bed feeling... different. At first she thought she was coming down with fever, and immediately she hatched some medicine and drank it. It made her feel better - well enough to go to Quake, ready to start a new day of work.

Several hours later, she's regretting that decision.

Piper is sweating profusely even when the temperature in the restaurant is already freezing. The Extras give her weird looks and begin donning jackets. One of her waitresses even asked her what's wrong - not that she looks terribly concerned, which pissed off Piper to no end. "Screw you, you pathetic plastic bitch," she barks, lifting her head from the table where she was slumped just to say that. She stands, and then glares at the small number of people in her restaurant. "Get out of here, all of you! Move it, you freaks!"

Oh, god.

The realization quickly hits her as the Extras left. She hasn't felt this way ever since... oh god. But it wasn't full moon today - it isn't even night yet! - and they've already vanquished the Wendigo who slashed her. Agent Fallon was dead. Her sisters have already saved her!

Piper grabs her tablet, intent on warning the residents of Taxon. She manages to switch on the visual mode, only to cry out in pain a second later. She drops the tablet, and falls to her knees - and the device captures her transformation into a beast.

Watch out, Taxon. There's a Wendigo in your midst.

[ ooc: aaaaand piper's glitch starts! if you want in on the ~horrors, just let me know :> ]

aworldenchanted

Having Willow in Taxon has really been better than Tara had allowed herself to hope. She had missed her girlfriend so much, and she felt a bit guilty about getting to skip all the issues they'd been having, but mainly she was just glad to have her around. Now, she reflected, add Miss Kitty Fantastico and it'd be almost like home.

That was a bit of a scary thought, in its way. But with the fake sun shining and a date with Willow to look forward to, it was hard to care too much.

Not that everything was perfect, of course - things with the Doctor were still a bit shaky, and Piper was clearly very homesick and Tara wished she was more help with either. Kara'd been down, and Tara thought she really should talk to the other woman more. And she hadn't seen almost any of DG or Glitch since he'd been glitched.

Still. On her way to the shop, she couldn't help feeling a bit of optimism. Maybe Taxon wasn't so bad after all. (If you could ignore the stories of a dead city under your feet.) At least not all the time.

[This is mainly for Tara's chat with the aliens about her item petition and/or the Master to drop into Tamper and Trick. But feel free to consider this an open post to bump into her while she's out too.]

slayersidekick

[ There's a bit of fiddling here because Willow is now a woman on a mission. ]

[ Locked FROM Tara ]

[ She sounds a little nervous when she finally starts talking. ] Okay, so, I heard there's a-a zoo here now. Has anyone actually been to it? O-or is everyone waiting until it's been open for a while to go? What other things can a person do here? I'd kinda like a list. You know, for other purposes and good reasons. Totally not doing anything bad with this intel. It's all good. Promise.

[ Read: date material. Canonmates (or other people who know her) feel free to call her on this. ]

[ Muttered: ] I feel like I should know this place better than I do.

[ Locked TO Tara, since she's currently wandering the halls of the castle ]

[ Still sounding nervous when she asks and there's the soft sound of her footfalls through the castle corridors. ] Hey, Tara. I was thinking maybe you and I could go out sometime, maybe for coffee or to the zoo or something. If you want. I-I just thought it might be nice to, y'know, do something with just the two of us. So, uh, let me know if you want to.

[ Why does this feel like one of their first dates? Except things had been much less awkward then between the two of them. ]

tailblade.livejournal.com

The morphing glitch is over. Aximili is in control, but he has not yet made amends for the damage he wrought in T. Rex form. He does not know whose house he partially destroyed, but he will soon find out.

The Andalite trots toward the mountain with its distinctive red grass. It feels good to run through open spaces besides the southern forest. He opens his hooves to the grass and absorbs it as he runs. It has an interesting savor - more metallic than the grasses of Earth or his own planet. Perhaps it's iron that makes the grass red. For good measure, he steps on a silver leaf fallen from one of the trees. Again with the metallic tang. The additional metals are a good supplement to his diet.

To his surprise, when Aximili nears the house, he sees that all the damage is gone. Whoever inhabits this house must be a swift and efficient builder. He circles around to where the T. Rex's tail smashed the house to rubble. No signs of damage at all. This is beyond human workmanship of his time, he knows.

Aximili makes a full circuit of the house and returns to the front door, waiting to be acknowledged.

syncopath

It didn't take long for the Master to find the spot in the forest that Drusilla had directed him to-- not so much due to her directions, which were cryptic at best and inscrutable at their worst, but due to the welcome convenience of tracking her location via the map.

The stillness of the forest so late at night might have been a comfort to others, but not him. Leaving the House hadn't been quite as easy a task. He could still hear it crying for his return in his head, could sense its uneasy half-thoughts. The Master pushed them away irritably. Doubtless he'd be plagued by nightmares for weeks, thanks to the Doctor.

He could sense something watching him as soon as he'd stepped in, and he looked around with more apprehension than he liked as he approached the clearing.

"Drusilla?" he murmured, his hand stealing into his pocket of its own accord and curling around the laser screwdriver.

Current Music: damien rice- what this night is for

exdemon

"—sexual intercourse, I've said it like a dozen… Xander?" Anya frowns. Xander's basement is far from a pleasant place, but it is somewhat less metallic and plus, there is Xander and juice boxes and she's pretty sure from the way he'd been staring at her that he was going to end up engaging in coitus with her, except now he's gone.

She crosses her arms and frowns. "This isn't funny! Where are you, Xander? Is this because you're friends with the Slayer? Because I don't think it's fair that I suffer just because you guys keep pissing off very powerful evil forces."

As it becomes clearer and clearer that Xander is not here, and the demon behind this is not making itself known, she shifts from foot to foot uncomfortably.

"Hello? Anyone?" She glances around, looking sulky. "I'm getting cold."