[identity profile] wearsredhelmet.livejournal.com
The theme of Bridgette's tenth birthday is 'Disney Princess meets crazy artist'.

The Cooper farm has balloons out front. Inside the living room are streamers made of colourful paper. Bridgette's drawings are tacked up along the walls - which includes everything from unicorns and rainbows to red and pink lumps being gnawed on by black birds and cemeteries with hands poking out of the ground. Bridgette herself walks around with a fairy princess wand, waving it and twirling every few steps.

Bridgette has set up a "PRESENTS HERE! (and my sister is guarding it if you steal)" sign on one of the couches. One wall in the Cooper living room has Pin the Tail on the Donkey on it, and on a table there's Monopoly with a lot of hotels already on the board. Bridgette will every so often sneak over to the Monopoly board and add a few more hotels to it (they're her hotels, naturally).

Since this is a sunny day, there are outside entertainments as well. Outside, there is a lonely pinata with a bag of candy beside it. Bridgette meant to get that set up sometime, but eating candy distracted her. Oliver Wycliffe is also outside, with his horse Beauregard. He got roped into promising Bridgette a horsie ride. If someone else desperately wants to ride Beau, he'll certainly oblige.

Come one, come all, to Bridgette's birthday party!
[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com
Gabriel can't exactly stop visiting the kitchen, whatever guilty spectres might haunt it. That is why he's now discovered the ice-cream in the freezer.

Here's the funny thing about being in love: the entire world becomes a series of invitations to say: 'that reminds me of X'. Or: 'I sure wish Y was here to see this'. Or, in this case: 'I bet Z would love some of that'.

Inty might pick up on the approaching bowl of frosty goodness before it reaches her, or it might remain a pleasant surprise. Either way, it's strawberry.
[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com
Gabriel.

Farmhouse.

Urge to kick puppies.
[identity profile] highrisktrader.livejournal.com
Just now, if you walk into the kitchen of the Cooper farm, you'll find it's a little colder than the rest of the house for no easily identifiable reason.

A girl in blue leather is huddled by the stove, shivering.

The water in the sink ripples occasionally, even though nothing seems to be causing it to do so.

It's all so strange here, and so frightening, and she's so cold all the time. All the time.

Can you ever know for sure if you're really alone, round here?
[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] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com
(and the words will hold you
in their loquacious keeping
stone to stone the answer told you
is that stone is there to show you
how the world did its weeping)


Remember those dream posts?

Have at!

Once again, ping at pythianhabenero with any questions.
[identity profile] eureka-bell.livejournal.com
It's a proven scientific fact: jetpacks with windshields look dumb. So in the interests of not actually being crushed by the air resistance, or choking on any unsuspecting bugs, Steve programmed a top speed into his fairly early on in its trial runs. Thus it is that he does not enter the airspace of the Cooper household at a thousand miles an hour; nor does he leave a smoking man-shaped crater on impact. He does, however, speed in at a fair old clip, and land with a thud and an ungainly skid through the soil.

He didn't feel safe, you see, until he was actually standing on the solid earth of the farm.

...He still doesn't, if we're honest. Witness the hunted look and the way he's staring into the sky, though of course if he's been followed this far then there's absolutely nothing he can do.
hero_farmboy: (probably in a serious conversation)
[personal profile] hero_farmboy
If the house has gained new residents, Clark is likely only marginally aware. That what happens when you purposefully stop paying attention. He figures it's easier that way. Not to mention he's been spending a lot of time either in Metropolis or at the caves sorting things out.

Today, however, Clark is at the house, sitting on the front steps (because he can't see the boat from this side) and drinking a cup of coffee. Should anyone want to talk to him about anything, now's as good a time as any.
[identity profile] eureka-bell.livejournal.com
It's possible that the Cooper household has seen more bizarre processions than the one currently descending from on high upon it. But it's pretty damn unlikely.

For one thing, we have the girl with the wings made of light and the tentacles made of light and the face made of tired relief that she might actually be able to land now and stop lugging around this stranger and his deep-sea lovechild. Which by amazing co-incidence brings us to Gabriel, the aforesaid stranger (though not quite as strange as her), who is somewhat distracted by the determined snuggles of a wee baby krakenling who woke up some time ago and felt the need to make his presence known. Flying a little way below them, suspended from a wearily humming jetpack, is Steve the Genius, who finds this whole picture somewhat amusing.

So, look out. Here they come.

...

Flatly: "Val, there's a ship in the field. Is there something you should be telling us about this place?"
[identity profile] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com
EITHER

Inty is in her and Gabriel's bedroom, brushing her hair (it's a novelty! It used to brush itself!). If you're doing something interesting somewhere in the rest of the Cooper house, she might just swing by and poke her nose in. She does that.

OR

Dream post, take three! Come here for dream sequence threads!
[identity profile] lemur-sitter.livejournal.com
Sokka (the one in red silk) is in the Cooper house's kitchen.

Sokka has been there most of the time, except when he wasn't.

Sokka is likely to remain there.

Also? He has mostly disassembled the toaster.

Nobody told him not to!
[identity profile] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com
Intuition is in the Cooper household kitchen, celebrating her recent acquisition of an actual bed with a pineapple and a grin.

She'd almost certainly like to talk to you, whoever you are.
[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com
Let's play a game of Where's Lucy!

Is she in the hallway? On the stairs? In the bedrooms? Down the back of the sofa?

Wherever she is, Gabriel's looking for her. He wants to pick her brains about the sleeping arrangements. Who knows who he'll run into on his quest? See, he has this distressing tendency not to knock.
[identity profile] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com
[ooc: So okay. Dream sequence post! If you want your pup to have a wacky dream sequence involving meeting Intuition, tag away! If you want more information about what the heck I'm talking about, ping at pythianhabenero!]

Intuition is dreaming.

For the first time since becoming human, she's dreaming as herself, properly abstract - drifting through the fantastic realms of the human subconscious, brushing up against a thought here, touching down in a familiarly unfamiliar landscape there.

Perhaps the next dream she touches will be yours.

Perhaps it won't.
[identity profile] diseasedvermin.livejournal.com
Tom has been exploring the grounds all day - which involved lots of sunbathing and staring up at the sky, watching clouds drift and hawks soar. It's good to be out in the open. It's good to have nothing to do.

But now he has something to do. Because there's one of those metal things. He slowly opens the front door and looks around, instantly wary and on alert.

He's also very naked.
[identity profile] lytii-intuition.livejournal.com
The closer Intuition and Gabriel get to Kansas, the fewer destroyed buildings they find. Inty has noticed. They crossed the border into the state a while ago, and she's mildly concerned that it might be time to stop again before they succeed at attaining their goal.

As the white Mini Cooper trundles along, she stares out the window and ponders. Humanity is getting, she thinks, easier to adjust to.
[identity profile] notmostpeople.livejournal.com
As they step into the street, there's a bright flash. And--

This isn't the street he lived on.

This isn't even Queens. Queens has fewer palm trees, and more in the way of actual buildings that aren't a single collapsed beach-hut. And that's not the only thing that's collapsed, he realises with a new shock that's slightly lost on top of the original: many of the trees are splintered matchsticks, and the landscape itself is gouged deeply as if some tremendous hurricane blew through and drew a giant hungry plough behind it.

It's not Intuition, either: there's no soft shift of iridescent lane behind shimmering air, no jumping pattern that's shouting to be examined in a voice that promises excitement.

He tenses and doesn't let go of her.

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