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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

notcursed.livejournal.com

When Toby turns on the tablet, he's sitting at his computer desk (which has been used for pretty much everything besides the computer in the last eight months), late morning sunlight filtering through the shade behind him. He appears to be in a pretty good mood - and he is, for the most part. Why else would he be taking today to try and get back to work? He's had enough of licking his own wounds. Toby feels good, and he misses helping people.

"Hey, Taxon," he says with his usual light smile. He's having flashbacks to the last time he did something like this, but... most of those people are gone now. Time to start fresh. "Yeah, I'm still here. Listen - I was wondering how many medics are in the city now, and if any of you guys wanted to... I don't know, get something solid worked out. Get us all working together. The city could use the help, right?"

There's a pause. Toby looks past the tablet, gaze falling on the shelf, and the picture of himself and Oz in front of the rig reminds him -- "I'm Toby, by the way. Toby Logan. I was a first-year paramedic back home, but, uh... eight months here is some pretty intensive special training in all kinds of areas." And he grins at that, remembering back on the vampire bites, random maulings, et cetera.

"So yeah, just let me know. Hopefully we can put our heads together and work something out."

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

Oh, look, a visual that's not accidental for once. Dean doesn't do very many of these, but honestly, he's bored out of his freaking mind, he's tired of lurking around Buffy's castle feeling sorry for himself (or at least, he's ready to pretend like he is), and he needs some fresh air. So, Dean's rolling out of bed, turning on his tablet as he does.

"Yeah, alright, look," Dean starts, reaching up and mussing up his hair. "All you oldies out there, the ones that haven't been coming in like herds of sheep. Gimme a call. I wanna know who's still here."

There's a pause as Dean yawns widely, and rather rudely, into the tablet. Then he continues.

"For the rest of you, lemme give you some advice. Don't piss off the vampires. And if you're a vampire, just try me. I got a crossbow for Christmas and I haven't got the chance to use it yet."

Good job, Dean, way to greet the locals with your charm and grace.

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

January 24th. Dean Winchester's birthday.

Dean hates his birthday. The Winchester family never celebrated birthdays, and for the last five years, his birthday had been full of nothing but misery. Five years ago, he'd been electrocuted and had had heavy damage done to his heart. Four years ago, he'd almost been arrested by the FBI for a crime he hadn't committed, but instead had stopped. Three years ago, a coven of witches had conjured up knives in his stomach, nearly killing him. Two years ago, he'd nearly been hanged to death, and-- well, this year probably wasn't going to be any better. Last he can remember of his life back home, it was November, and Ellen and Jo had died. So no, he's pretty sure his birthday is going to suck, Taxon or not.

This is why he hasn't told anybody, though he's unaware Toby has made an announcement about it. Today is just like any other day, to Dean, and that's why he's hanging outside, working on his car. His tablet's on the hood, just in case somebody needs him. He's pretty sure they won't, but hey, he could be wrong.

notcursed.livejournal.com

[Toby sounds vaguely pleased with himself with the transmission comes on, just taking a second to clear his throat before starting with this simple message:]

Hey, listen - I might get killed for this, so it was nice knowing you, but - to whom it may concern, today's Dean's birthday. Do with that info what you will, and you didn't hear it from me.

Have a good one, guys... see you around.

taxcollectors.livejournal.com

All throughout the day, tablets across Taxon will be ringing. The chime is simple, a four part melody that's pleasing to the ear and completely unique compared to any other signal the tablets have sounded. Just a simple little ditty, effortless and pretty. The tablet's screen reads thusly, with font a bright and calming blue:

--VOICE COMMUNICATION--

;4JA7097<DPBQ:&;FDP8D:.@91uRH<.5=DN85<,@A9EB@Ls

THANK YOU!

Pick up, it seems to say, all cheery colors and bright ring. It's time we had a chat, and that feeling is eerily familiar to the niggling in the back of one's mind when they just know it's an old friend on the other end of the line that they've been missing lately.

Pick up, citizens. Your keepers are calling.

[ooc: So begins part two! Posts like this will also be up tomorrow and Friday. All communication from the aliens will be [voice], and characters will get either a male or female sounding alien asking them questions when they tag in. Feel free to have them ask questions back to the aliens, as well. Have fun!]

beholdthedrums.livejournal.com

The Master was in need of getting out of the Sanctuary, certainly after he all but tore apart his "living quarters." But those were more of his experimental space rather than a place he'd call as his temporary home. After all this time, he wasn't about to settle in. He didn't do that. He had the same opinion as the Doctor when it came to domestics.

The situation had become more frustrating than when he kept losing the Extras in mid-process. The Doctor was once again in Taxon, and without his TARDIS this time - it's a wonder how he even had it in the first place.

Without the TARDIS they were again at a disadvantage. There was only so much one could build up from.

And there still remained one question that he was unsure how to respond to: what was he to do with the Doctor now?

With a sigh, the Master pauses amongst the street, looking up at the fake sky with disgust. He taps along a nearby surface, the drumming offering nothing but an incurable headache currently.

levilup.livejournal.com

New Years Eve.

Levi is ready, decked out in his party suit, and a lot of makeup. He's just finished his preparations, and he's sitting in his living room, waiting patiently for Cordelia to arrive, and then the guests. Of course, the party isn't taking place in his living room. That's much too small for such a large event.

He's having a party in his basement.

His basement is huge, and he's decked it out in lights and such that he's hatched. All of it has a New Years theme, somehow; Levi's good at throwing parties, he knows how to decorate. The room is basically like a nightclub. It's dark, but clear of most beams and supports; there are couches and chairs, and a bar to the far end, stocked with just about every type of alcohol imaginable (as well as a few different types of blood). Here and there, there's potted plants and trees in clumps, as well as a giant throne, surrounded by those plants, further along on the back wall. There's also a large stage towards the middle, with a dancing space out in front of it. And right above the stage is a giant clock, which Levi had set up earlier for the countdown later that night.

As for music, he's got a whole playlist, just waiting to be started. It's a huge mix of things, from pop-y dance music to slow songs for the couples. There's a few setlists, of sorts, pinned to the walls and the bar.

It's about ten minutes before the party arrives, and Levi is waiting impatiently.

[[ooc: Vaguely organized planning post here! If there's a song you suggested and you want it to be played, it will be. Just handwave it. So yes! Have fun. :D

EDIT: Subthread labeled for the countdown to midnight is up! Grab your date and tag there for kissy tiemz. :3]

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

Dean has been feeling... really happy, lately. It's weird, because honestly, Dean has no real reason as to why he should be feeling this happy. His brother's gone, the Apocalypse is pending, last time he checked, his mother was a teenager, and... well, there's just a lot, okay? But for some reason, he's whistling as he walks down the halls of Buffy's castle, nearly skipping, all smiles and good cheer. Right now he doesn't think it's weird, but if he would've shot himself if he'd been able to see exactly what he was doing.

He clicks on the tablet sometime around noon, lounging on his bed in the castle, and if you listen closely, there's Christmas music playing in the background. From his CD player.

"Hey, so what are you all doing for Christmas?" Dean asks, grinning at the masses. Weird.

[Dean has spoken to Buddy. Be afraid. Very afraid.]

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

It's been an overall crappy day for Dean.

He'd gone to sleep in Bobby's house, after spending the last few days at Mary's for Thanksgiving and such. He and Sam had wandered back at some point, having a few beers falling asleep on the couch instead of dragging their asses up to bed, and that probably works out for the better, considering the fact that when Dean wakes up, the house has vanished.

( cut for possible spoilers )

Dean's at the very near point of breaking down, which sucks immensely.

He manages to pull himself together enough to make his way to the Impala, which, thankfully, is still here. He doesn't get in, though, just stands there for a minute. In that minute, he realizes that his tablet is on, and has been recording him staring at the empty place where Bobby's house used to be. Snatching it off his wrist, he throws it as far as possible, making something of a wounded animal sound, and the tablet skids across the ground.

It lands in a position where viewers can still see Dean lean against his baby, fold his arms on the roof of the car and rests his forehead on his arms.

[ooc: sooo on top of Dean waking up with his little brother missing again, he's waking up canon bumped to episode 5x10, Abandon All Hope. Since he was at 5x03, a lot has happened since then, so it's a lot to take in at once. He's going to try to be macho about it, though. :/ ]

notcursed.livejournal.com

Toby is seriously right about to turn on his tablet when it happens. He barely notices at first; he feels a little woozy, but while he's paying attention to what he's doing he doesn't exactly notice the change in height. Or hair. Or... well, give him a break, he's focused.

Until he hears his own voice, at least.

"Hey, can someone --"

He almost drops the thing, putting a hand over his mouth and then actually looking down at himself -- holy shit. No, no. This seriously could not be happening right now. What the hell, Taxon.

"Oh God."

iwantafamily.livejournal.com

Mary had been sorely tempted to have this conversation without being visible to the boys, but after some consideration, she had opted to set the tablet on a setting that allowed them to see her. It had taken her a while how to use the device, and she was glad to finally be adjusting to all of the new technology of the city. Everything in Taxon served to remind her that she was a long way from Lawrence, though even a closer match to their home wouldn't have felt like one without John. For that reason alone, there were days when she could appreciate how different Taxon was. Fortunately, today was one of them.

"Boys," she started, quickly remembering that her conversation would be picked up by anyone who was listening. "Dean, Sam, and Toby." That was better. No one would listen to that unless they happened to have the same name as one of them. "I just wanted to warn you that I have a friend staying at the house for a couple of days." Friend wasn't the best choice of word; Nathan was more an acquaintance than anything else, but she would consider him a friend if this went well. "I'd still like the three of you to spend as much time here as you've been - and Toby, I'm dying to meet this girlfriend of yours - but please, try to be nice to Nathan." She knew that Sam and Toby would be able to pull it off. Dean, on the other hand...

"And by nice, I mean leave your weapons in the car while he's here, alright?" Mary glanced up, her eyes wandering over to a picture on the mantel of John and the boys. She sighed, leaning back into the couch cushions and staring down at the tablet again. "Any questions?" It seemed like a fairly simple arrangement to her, but this wasn't what they were used to. The boys would need a few days to get comfortable with it, and by then, Nathan would probably be back in his house.

Regardless, Mary was glad to be getting the hard part over with. She wouldn't admit it to any of them, but she was looking forward to having someone in the house who was around her age and knew hardly anything about her. The boys had their own lives, but she only had them. She felt like she should be more social, and this was as good a time as any to start working on that.

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

Okay, so Dean hasn't seen Toby in a long time. Or at least, what feels like a long time.

His ribs are fine, now, and he's gone back to living at Bobby's house. Of course, half the time he's lurking around Mary's, hanging out with his mother like the overgrown five-year-old he is, but the point still remains, it's been a while. He'd shooed Toby off a while back, while he'd been healing, telling the guy to go spend time with Liv, especially after all the time without her. At the time, it'd half been because Dean was tired of having two people worry over him, and half because he actually did want Toby to do something for himself-- not that he'd ever say it.

Either way, it's after Halloween, two days, and after all the crazy crap that had happened during the weekend, Dean felt the need to make sure Toby was still... well, y'know. Alive.

This is why Dean is at Toby's apartment, knocking loudly.

"Toby. Toby, you in there?"

drfawcettkthx.livejournal.com

This is the kind of weather Olivia actually likes, the fall and the cold. So it's no wonder that she's taking a stroll outside, dressed in one of her favorite jackets and pair of jeans, hands in her pockets. Olivia doesn't whistle, but she does hum under her breath every once in a while, content and peaceful with things as there are right then and there. Of course, she wants to go home, and would give up just about anything to have a way back, but right now... it's nice. No stress. It's exactly what she needed, whether she likes it or not.

Of course, she'd ignored the fact that it was Halloween. Olivia didn't do Halloween. But Halloween definitely hadn't forgotten about her, and Taxon was about to hit her with her first event. Joy.

( For a long time, it's quiet as she walks along. )

[ooc: halloween hallucinations~ have fun with her imaginary zombies.]

drfawcettkthx.livejournal.com

It’s cold outside, but Olivia doesn’t really notice, leaning over the rail and watching as Toby digs furiously at the snow. She’s never seen him like this before, and while she wants to go down and help, she only thinks she’d be in the way. So for once, she stays where she is, keeping a worried eye on the paramedic below her and listening to Oz next to her, calling the hospital for an ambulance. It’s useless, though—Toby gets through, and there’s nothing. Olivia leans forward and rests her head on her arms, half frustrated, half in sympathy for Toby. Absolutely nothing, after that entire search ordeal.

When she lifts her head, she’s not in the snow any more.

Immediately she takes in her surroundings, confused. Liv isn’t one for science fiction novels, but this definitely looks like a scene right out of one; all that’s missing is the aliens, and to be honest, Liv isn’t really in the mood for little green men. Ever.

“Hey, what’s… what’s going on?” she asks the empty room, lifting her hand to brush back her hair. That gives her pause for a second, and she stares at the shiny silver bracelet on her wrist, eyebrow raised. Well then. That was ugly. When did it get there? And why did it not come off? Liv tugs at it stubbornly, irritation showing on her face. Muttering to herself, she drops her wrist to her side. “Fine, sure, I’ll figure that out later. Priorities, Olivia, priorities.”

Another glance around the room, and she spots the pedestal, which she heads for cautiously, shedding her jacket on the way there. It’s entirely too warm in here for what she’s wearing, and again, Liv wonders where she is, because it’s definitely not Toronto.

There’s a phone-like object on the pedestal. Olivia doesn’t waste any time in picking it up, and immediately looks it over for any sort of way to call somebody. It takes a minute of examining, but she figures out that it’s recording, and stares at the screen, her expression slightly frightened about the whole thing but trying to be brave about it.

“I don’t know who thought it was funny to kidnap me, and however you did it? Hey, I’m happy for you. But I want to go back, now, so let me go. Or else.”

Long pause. No answer. Olivia sighs.

“… Is anybody there? Toby? Oz?”

fudgingkillyou.livejournal.com

It hadn't exactly gone how Dean had pictured it, but then again, he can't complain.

Fangtasia? Burned to the ground. Vampires? Sufficiently crispy. Dean? Satisfied, with... well, not life-threatening injuries. As far as he can tell, his shoulder's messed up, he's got some damage to his side and ribcage, and he's pretty sure he has some sort of a concussion from being thrown so hard into the wall. It maybe slightly hurts like a mother, and he's not exactly in any condition to walk, but since when does Dean ever take injuries seriously?

This would be why he's walking to the Winchester house, carefully, gingerly, intending on resting at Mary's house and getting out of Buffy's way. She'd been attacked as well, and so had a few different people, and while Dean hadn't exactly had time to see what was going on before he'd been beamed out, he figures it'd been a vampire.

Oooh boy. Vampires are not going to be happy, Dean knows that much.

Not only that, but there's a Lucifer running around in his brother's body, and that's seriously making Dean paranoid. He knows it's stupid, but he feels the need to be next to Mary at all times, just so he can protect her from him. It's awful and wrong and Dean hates that it's like that, but even Dean's not stupid enough to pick fights with Lucifer in his condition, so he's laying low. Making sure Mary lays low, and that she doesn't get the chance to realize the rift there still is between the two brothers.

Either way, Dean does manage to get to the Winchester house, but by the time he gets there, he's so tired he sort of just... falls against the door, making a loud thumping noise. That noise is accompanied by a cut-off groan, because hitting a door with broken ribs isn't exactly pleasant.

notcursed.livejournal.com

When the tablet comes on, there's Toby. He's looking pretty good despite the faint red, healing scratches across his face, care of Cassie. Well, good enough that he's decided to show his face publically over these things again, anyway. And for Toby, standards are somewhat high.

He's sitting at his kitchen table, and there's light filtering in through the window. Pausing for just a moment, Toby glances somewhere offscreen.

"Hypothetically speaking, if I had a little get-together this weekend for, uh, Thanksgiving - Canadian Thanksgiving, I mean - who would wanna show up?"

Dean, there is a Mom-look reserved for you. Shut up.

"It'd be even better if everyone could bring something with them. I'll take care of the turkey." ... So maybe Toby had a foster mom who taught him how to cook like a badass, what of it? "If not... hey. That's cool too. So let me know. It might be nice."

He smiles, and then the transmission cuts.

gotaplan.livejournal.com

When Sam wakes up, it's easy to tell that - well, something is different.

"Isn't this quaint," he murmurs.

Quaint, yes, but also, despite the fact that by all accounts and purposes, it looks like Sam, there's something inside of him that isn't exactly Sam. Not anymore.

He lifts his hands slowly, turning them over and back, then looks at his arms, examining his body, almost as if it's new to him for the first time, and there's a certain kind of incredulity in his expression as he glances over himself, studying himself.

Incredulous, yes, but also: pleased.

"Hello, Sam," he says, catching a glimpse of his own reflection in the mirror. "It's good to see you again."

(On the inside, the real Sam is screaming.)

[ ooc: glitch glitch. basically taken from two weeks ago, where Sam isn't so much Sam anymore, but Lucifer. only unlike future!Sam, this Sam is awake and alert for everything, only he's powerless to stop it. have at it as you will. ]

iwantafamily.livejournal.com

It felt like a dream.

A frightening, horrible dream that was similar to her recurring nightmare of Dean wandering off in the grocery store. Only moments ago she had pushed herself out of bed to check on Sam after hearing noises coming from his room through his baby monitor. She'd started down the hall, barely conscious enough to make out John's form over her son's crib, and then found him sleeping with the television on in the living room.

Her little boy needed her, but she wasn't there. She didn't know where she was, or how to get out. It had to be a dream. Places like this didn't exist. Cold metal rooms with God only knew what on the ceiling. John watched movies with things like this in them. She hoped that had triggered this, because if it wasn't her imagination, she had to get back home to Sam. He needed her to protect him.

"What on earth..." Mary noticed the bracelet on her wrist and touched it carefully, finding no way to remove it. Then she found a small device on the pedestal next to her and picked it up, studying it. She'd never seen anything like it. When she held the tablet close to her opposite wrist, she watched it attach to the bracelet.

She pressed a few buttons before realizing she had no idea what she was doing, and started down the stairs.

"Hello?" She started walking a little faster. It didn't feel like a dream anymore. Everything was foreign, but it seemed more and more real as she moved through the room. Almost too real, like she'd just walked into some kind of trap. "Hello?" Mary tried again, hoping that she wasn't the only person around. If she could just get back to her family, everything would be okay.

There had to be a way out, and she was going to find it.

slasher-slayer.livejournal.com

It's the middle of the night and Cassie, restless as hell, finds herself on the 'Orbis' line of the Taxonlink. The one that circles the entire city. She's ridden it twice, now. A somewhat slow circle that lets her just watch the area outside pass her by. At least what that's what she thinks it's called. The little tram system has the words 'Taxonlink' across the side of the cars, so that's what Cassie's gonna call it. After getting her little ticket from the guy, she moved to the back of the car, noting that must always be a handful of the Extras riding the tram, because she's never seen one pass by that was empty. Cassie leaned back against the wall, a heavy sigh escaping her as she watched out the window. Cassie seemed to sleep less and less these days. Her regular nightmares were bad enough, but the added fucked up-ness from a week before really jarred the slasher slayer.

Cassie let the constant rumble of the tram relax her and she sat there for a few moments with her eyes closed. Totally not asleep. Her eyes flashed open a moment later and she straightened in her seat, feeling a little lightheaded. She felt someone nearby and glanced up, seeing the conductor Extra standing over her.

( She's lost all touch with reality, she's lost control )

{{OOC: SLASHER!CASSIE GLITCH IS A GOOOOOOOOOOOOOO}}

{{ooc2: electric boogaloo - Cassie tore off her tablet and left it in the tram, hence the dead bodies visual. She's out and about so in the subject, have where your peoples are. :D Thank you!}}