[identity profile] neraiutsu.livejournal.com
FlashBANG.

He was expecting that.

What he wasn't expecting, in order:

Gravity.

Sunlight.

A two-foot drop onto asphalt.

Shaking his head in a vain attempt to clear the spots from his-- eye, Neil sits up. Then he winces, because bruised ribs are nobody's friend.

His blurred, flash-blinded vision tells him he's in some kind of parking lot. Everything looks beat up, run down, and old.

What the fuck?
[identity profile] simple-aeronaut.livejournal.com
A hot-air balloon appears in the sky over Texas, the only occupants being a man and his hare.

Lee peers down over the edge, eyebrows raised.

"Huh."
[identity profile] makesrain.livejournal.com
Bayami is on the lookout for the weather, as personified by Doineann. This mainly involves drifting towards wherever the weather wants to do things, and hoping he'll be there.

However long it takes to find him, find him she will, because she promised Satoryaneen niFalland that she would ask about rain for an orchard, and the last and only time she moved the weather unsolicited she has the prickling feeling that it Did Not End Well. Besides, she's used to the long haul. Thus: weather dude, you're getting stalked.
[identity profile] waylostandfound.livejournal.com
Nathan had already got the noticeboard up a while back (in spite of mun's RL busyness), and brought back some seeds and a few other supplies for farming. He now was tacking up a sign on the board:

All fliers, please report in. Want to form a group together to scrounge for supplies, and determine prospects on trade with other communities. Please speak with Nathan Petrelli if interested. There was also a description of him, and a note that he's the legitimate one with the IDs to back it up.

Catch him either flying to get more supplies, or around the farm.
[identity profile] eureka-bell.livejournal.com
Stephen Bell has taken over much of the Cooper living room, and is buried in blueprints and choice pieces of salvage metal which are starting to take the shape of complicated switchboards and ridiculously powerful engines. Tremble in your robot boots, Jetstorm, because Vader II is rising Frankenstein's monster-like from the wreckage.

Gabriel Gray is outside again, reading again, under a tree again. Got to make the most of the weather now it's warming up for spring.

Intuition is necking in the tall grass continuing in her quest to explore the farm and its various residents.

Hibym a Jona is, shockingly, in the kitchen; today she is exploring the possibilities offered by that delicacy known as Welsh Rarebit In Huge Quantities.

Bayami is floating about in the stratosphere, waiting for the weather to change.

And a strange and unusual and really quite hungry-looking plant has found its way down to the kraken pond, where it sits in its pot and ponders the water. If it was (a) sentient and (b) on a strict diet of human bits (both of which suggestions are of course ridiculous), one might almost think that it's looking for a kindred spirit. Alas, it has not discovered ham.

The mun asks only that you mention who you're tagging. Have at!
[identity profile] doineann.livejournal.com
Doin, it seems, has grown bored with the snow.

It melts quickly overnight and by the time the sun rises in the morning, it's very pleasant out -- albeit a bit windy -- and he's louging in a makeshift hammock between two trees not far from the Cooper farm.

It's good to be a god.
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[personal profile] littlestcooper
Have the World's Most Epic Multi-Pup Post.

Lucy Cooper is sitting on the balcony of her room, swinging her feet and peering idly down at the yard.

Gabriel Gray is by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bacon and humming to himself with a rare little smile on his face.

Katara is wandering the streets of Metropolis, having been separated from her brother for a very short time (just about long enough for him to figure out how to use the bathrooms in a closed and looted grocery store, in fact).

Marie-Antoinette Beauchamp is flickering between Metropolis, Smallville, and the Cooper place, looking for something (or someone) to do. Catch her while she's standing still for a bit at one of the three.

Iris Valentine is in the Cooper kitchen with a watermelon and a little bowl to spit seeds into, eating and giggling to herself, because someone has to act like a child when Shay's not around.

Anna Reeve is going for a walk in Metropolis with a small ice cream cone, singing. Probably Supertramp.

Intuition is sitting on a lawnchair outside the Cooper place, drinking lemonade and beaming. She doesn't need a reason to beam. She's Inty, okay? Reason enough.

Subject 46 is going for a jog at superspeed and would be happy to bump into your pup absolutely anywhere in Kansas; just specify.

Valerie Bell is flying in the skies somewhere above Smallville, grinning to herself and doing loop-the-loops and barrel rolls. The showoff.

Johriel Ashedoi is within fifty feet of Jono Starsmore at all times, but can probably be enticed to talk regardless.

Please, for the love of God, mention who you're tagging.
[identity profile] doineann.livejournal.com
[ooc: Let's pretend that this post is set in the morning timeframe. It's open to reaction tags, but Doin won't be tagging back -- exams have drained me. He'll be around later this week to be all :D! SNOW! at ya'll. Thanks!]

Doin, after his conversation with a certain woman, decided that Kansas was entirely too warm.

Last night, the temperature dropped.

Not long after, snowflakes began falling, and now, well...



Now, there's something around four inches of fluffy whiteness on the ground and everything else.



He suspects that shovels are going to be needed.

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