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Oliver, with a prominent five o'clock shadow and smelling strongly of horse, sits on a couch in the Cooper living room. A Bible rests open on his lap. He turns the pages with one hand - the other is busy making notes on a small notepad beside him.

A mug of tea sits in front of him. He absentmindedly takes a sip from it and frowns. When did it grow cold?

(That he's been studying the Bible for two whole hours hasn't sunk in, and likely won't. Oliver has a wristwatch, but never remembers to use it.)

He closes and bookmarks the Bible, sets down his pen, and goes to heat up his tea, for once not giving off waves of 'don't bother me, I'm working'.

wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com

In Metropolis....

Eden McCain has a table to herself at a coffee shop - notebook papers are spread over it with titles like 'Main Character' and 'Subplot 1'. The great post-apocalyptic novel isn't going to get written any other way! She felt like dressing like a cliche artist - and is wearing a navy blue beret.

Tom Therin is whistling cheerfully to himself as he walks down the street, idly looking for pockets to pick.

On the Cooper farm....

Bridgette Dubois has a stuffed pony, a lion, and a unicorn in a semi-circle on the lawn to the Cooper house. "Whoever wants me to sing Lion King at the talent show, say aye!"

The stuffed animals are silent, but Bridgette - after checking on Marie, who claps her hands in agreement an area to her left - nods as if they actually spoke. "All right - how about Sound of Music?"

Oliver Wycliffe, dressed in white and looking thoughtful, is riding his stallion Beauregard down the road to the farm.

Dana, an extremely tired-looking young woman in ratty jeans and a T-shirt, is waiting nervously in front of the hospital, gnawing on her lip.

[ooc: Tag one, tag all, but please let me know which one you're tagging!]

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Multi-pup post!

Jetstorm can be found idly circling around the Cooper form in jet mode, watching the world below him. Is he looking for more weird squishies? For someone to race? For anything that looks like it could be improved by dropping something large and heavy on top of it? Who knows-but the smart money's on all three.

Venom can be found at the Cooper farm as well, perched on the roof and keeping an eye on things closer to the house. If you don't mind drool and teeth, he's happy to talk.

Edwin is, surprise surprise, at the farm as well, hobbling about and looking generally twitchy. He's good at that.

Nhim, however, is not at the farm. Instead, she's a good several miles away, and quite happily devouring an unlucky cow. She looks rather pleased with herself, and just a little bit gory. (This sort of thing happens when you're a large predator.)

no-devo-quotes.livejournal.com

Sonia's a surprisingly good seamstress, given her occupation. (Then again, her occupation often involves rips, tears, burns, and other wounds to clothing, so it's a practical consideration.)

So, having discovered that it is now impossible to wear her hunting outfit, she's improvised something with her bedsheets and is now inside the house, trying to ease it more into a "dress" and less a "toga." While in it.

She of course still has the whip at her side. Just in case anyone feels like laughing at her.

sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com

While things aren't anywhere near as bad as they were for Edwin, he's still not sure how safe (or sane) this farm he's ended up at is. On the plus side, his injuries have been attended to and he's finally getting the hang of hobbling around on crutches. On the negative, he still hasn't found any clothing aside from a hospital gown-which, while it's something, strikes him as rather embarrassing to wear out in public. Now Edwin is hobbling around the farm, trying to find pants, an explanation of where he is, and possibly a meal, in that order.

sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com

Oliver arrives at the Cooper farm in his van. He opens it up to let out his horse, Beauregard. A smaller, shaggier pony followed. Oliver quickly shuts the van door and looks around for some people.

Some people with apparent soul-detecting abilities.

He doesn't want to leave the van, so there might be a bit of a wait for him. He doesn't mind. He's quite content to wait and watch the two equines meet, greet, establish dominance, then begin to graze.

sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com

It's been a long, strange past few days, though not as strange as they could be. (Edwin counts this as a positive thing.) Unfortunately, it's also been a time in which Edwin has found himself completely and utterly lacking in anything like a map. Sky had told him to head to Kansas, but the air spirit is lone gone now, and Edwin is now just hoping that he's headed in roughly the right direction.

But other things at the moment need attending to, besides travel-like taking care of his mode of transportation. Edwin leads Huxley down to a small pond, letting the horse drink as he looks around. Just because there haven't been any more encounters with anything strange since the raptors doesn't mean that won't be any more, and Edwin is keeping a sharp lookout for anything out of the ordinary.

He's also keeping a sharp lookout for anything that resembles shoes. Shifting ruined his last-and only-pair, and by now he's regretting not stuffing an extra pair into his saddlebags.

sinfulspeeder.livejournal.com

One moment, Edwin is tearing through the steppes...

...and the next, he (and his horse) find themselves in very unfamiliar territory. Huxley pins his ears back and snorts at the sudden flash, rearing slightly, while Edwin fights to remain in the saddle as he looks around. "A storm?" he asks himself, looking up a sky that seems anything but stormy. He starts as his attention goes to the rest of the landscape-it certainly looks dry enough, but this...isn't Euloria.

His horse, meanwhile, recovers quite a bit more quickly and begins to move along at a quick trot, apparently not bothered by the fact that he's trotting on pavement rather dirt. Edwin just hangs on, still staring at his surroundings, particularly at the sign that he passes by as Huxley continues onwards-Snakewater, Montana - Pop. 21,500.

At least, that's what it says underneath the scratch marks covering the population number. Beside the former number, someone's painted 15.

Edwin is fairly certain that isn't a terribly good omen.

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