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[not-that-marie.livejournal.com]

Marie has been trying to get back to Europe ever since she arrived in Metropolis.

Without, the narration hastens to add, much luck.

She's figured out that in order to see/feel a place from a distance as wide as the Atlantic Ocean, she needs to be familiar with the structures, not just the location.

Most European cities are notably lacking in structures, these days - at least from what she remembers of Paris before she flicked to Metropolis in a panic.

Therefore, one blue-haired French thief moving from unwatched location to unwatched location around the environs of Metropolis and Smallville, reacquainting herself thoroughly with Kansas since at the moment it seems to be the least damaged place on the continent.

She might stop to talk, if a sufficiently interesting person catches her metaphorical eye.

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[not-a-dragon.livejournal.com]

Fort building is serious business - This are a fact. Shay knows because of his learnings.

So, the field Shay has claimed as his fort-making area, a little ways from the house, is steadily getting filled with things. The field now has an entire cargo liner teleported in (with any bodies on it meticulously teleported out. Shay had to let Long take over for that. He's a little squeamish), half buried to make sure that it doesn't get blown away should there be a sudden, inexplicable hurricane. All the cargo boxes were teleported with it, but some of them were thrown off with the impact.

Shay, for his part, is standing on the highest point he can find on the ship - Which has now become his watchtower. He has a telescope, naturally.

"You're a moron," Long sighs. "You know that?"

Shay just cheerfully ignores him.

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[do-whatyou-do.livejournal.com]

When Peter heard the report on the TV news, he could not believe his ears. The anchor on CNN was talking about a man in Texas who had literally exploded and destroyed a family’s suburban home. For weeks, Peter had had visions of a man exploding and causing destruction, but in his visions it was always in New York and it was always…him. He couldn’t just believe it was a coincidence that there was another man who could explode. The broadcast went on to say that the man, Ted Sprague, wasn’t harmed in the explosion, it was as if he had given off radioactive energy had that caused everything around him to burst into flames and melt. Peter’s interest grew with every word, especially when he thought he caught the name of the family whose home had been destroyed as “Bennet”. He knew that he had to go to Texas to figure out how this was all connected to his visions.

As he pushed off from the ground and took flight, he wondered if there were any limits on how fast he could go. He knew that Nathan had broken the sound barrier, once, when those two men had been chasing him in Las Vegas. He knew that if Nathan could do it, he could do it. The faster he flew, the stronger her felt the pull of the air around him, almost like he was going through a wind tunnel. He heard a loud boom at almost the exact time he felt a swirling gust of pressure surround him, and felt his arms and legs flailing around, helpless from his control. When he finally landed on the ground and looked around, he was shocked at the state of things.

Buildings all over were in ruins, and the ground and trees were charred and dying. ‘This doesn’t look anything like the suburban area they showed on the news’ Peter thought to himself as he stepped over piles of rubble. ‘I have to find someone and figure out what happened’. He saw a woman walking around nervously, covering her head as if she expected a piece of the sky to land on her at any moment.

“Excuse me” he said, approaching her. “Can you tell me if all of this destruction was caused by the man exploding in Odessa?”
She looked at him like he was crazy; a look, sadly, Peter had become familiar with ever since he had started trying to convince people to read Chandra Suresh’s book.
“There’s been a huge apocalyptic explosion”, she told him. “I don’t know what caused it, but they’ve been evacuating people for days. The safest place seems to be some town called Smallville. It’s in Kansas.” Peter thanked her, and set out to find the nearest map.

Peter took to the skies again, this time being careful not to fly too fast or into any suspicious-looking clouds. He knew that he could heal after meeting Claire and absorbing her ability, but he didn’t know if that applied to being engrossed in a cloud of nuclear material.

He touched down in a small town littered with farms and a few main streets. ‘So’ he thought, ‘this is where the future starts’.

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[notanarc.livejournal.com]

It only took one step -- it was more like a stumble, actually, over a crack in the sidewalk -- to trigger the blinding flash and deafening sound that sent John Fitzgerald Byers crashing to the ground.

He thought it was a bomb, and it might as well have been.

Now, his heart is pounding an irregular rhythm against his chest and his breath is shallow, and as the seconds pass he isn't sure he wants to lift his head. He isn't sure he can, he might be dead --

-- dead? The thought causes him to finally open his eyes and move, and when he catches the first glimpse of his surroundings, the small bit of air that was keeping him stable flees from his lungs as though forced out.

In front of him lay the U.S. Capitol building, in ruins. The rest of D.C. lay scattered around him as well -- from his spot on the dusty ground he can see the Washington Monument, cracked and half as tall as he remembers it, and as he turns his head he spies the shattered Lincoln Monument, which is very out of place.

In fact, Lincoln isn't even in his chair.

Instinct makes him stand and he begins to walk, dumbfounded, through the piles of debris that now make up the capital city of the United States of America. He stops near the White House, which has been reduced to a pile of white stone, and pinches his arm.

Nothing happens.

At all.