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[lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com]

Claire and Toph are sitting together outside the rock tent, having what Sokka has decided is 'girl talk'.

Mostly it's Claire describing bad guys from Earth movies, and Toph assuring her that she, Toph, could take them. Claire's convinced.

First Post

[candied-rabbit.livejournal.com]

Momiji Sohma was actually having a pretty good day. The seventeen year-old ex-rabbit had gotten out of school for a holiday, he'd been able to leave home and pick up groceries for his increasingly bare apartment, and he'd even managed to sneak past his landlady as he made his way up the stairs. He jogged along up the steps, hefting plastic bags in both hands and humming excitedly to himself, and then...

BAM.

A flash and a sudden bang sent him off-balance, tumbling into the open air as he fell backwards and landing...less than a foot down on a city sidewalk in New York. As he sat up, of course, he had no idea that this was where he was - just that his groceries were gone and that he'd probably have a knot on his head from the fall. And that he certainly wasn't back in his apartment building.

"Where...?" he whimpered to himself, looking around nervously.

He hadn't even noticed the rabbit-ears twitching about on top of his head, just yet.

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[eureka-bell.livejournal.com]

Steve just spent several hours in a bad, bad place.

Spooky-noises, monster-attacks, bloody-wire dead-people bad.

And now he is out. Walking, carrying his jetpack in case it shorts out again, and indescribably jumpy.











Oh. Oh. he has a radio. A radio which until recently was good only for alarming bursts of static when something was about to try to eat him, but which now filters through the white noise until it tunes into Satya niFalland's frequency.

He doesn't speak immediately.

(His hands are shaking.)

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[alwaysroomforhope]

Steph is just hanging around outside the farmhouse, in plain view. Just hangin'. She's painting her toenails, actually, sitting in the middle of the sun-soaked lawn and looking perfectly peaceful, wiggling bare feet in the grass while she carefully paints her nails Robin-red.

That's all. Supremely innocent. Absolutely in no way hoping to lure Batman out so she can punch him in the face. She wouldn't do that. It'd be reckless and dangerous and Steph's just not like that.

... what're you lookin' at?

Plantplot Update 2.

[can-feel-pain.livejournal.com]

[Previous crisis updates: Update One.]

ALERT.

Information from second wave of scans has returned. Now being displayed in a comfortable, user-friendly form for your viewing pleasure.

Plant Growth: Observe area now covered in plantlife here. Plant growth has resumed, and now covers a large area. Seeds have been released, spawning new, smaller plants. Growth currently continues.

Creepers: Creepers are increasing in number, and moving out around the city, searching for prey. Please exercise caution.

Weather: Weather is normal.

Wildlife: Wildlife remains normal.

Poison: Spores continue to be released into the air. Symptoms remain unchanged.



Please be warned: Cake, being composed primarily of bio-disposable substances (in keeping with the Aperture Science Environment Scheme), cannot last forever. When the crisis is resolved, all inhabitants of New York City will recieve cake, if there is any left.

Have a nice day.

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[will_scarlett]

In the infirmary of Hogwarts, Will tosses and turns with fever, muttering and making small crying sounds as nightmares seem far too close.

He's there if anyone wishes to see him though his responses may not be terribly coherent.