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norosesforme.livejournal.com

[OoS: Stanford, 2005: You're in the way, Jessica]

Flash

BANG

only this girl isn't looking around going 'what the shit'.

For one thing, that would require her to be able to stand and that is something that Jessica, stomach sliced and body badly, badly burned, is quite frankly unable to do even if she wanted to.

(which she doesn't)

Somehow, somehow, she is still alive, still conscious, and oh god it hurts it hurts mom pleasegod sam sam i want my mom please

Current Mood: sore

wingsatlife.livejournal.com

Toronto has gone splat. Kaput. Gone. It's given up the ghost. Quite simply, it no longer exists (except as a crater with a rather large amount of semi-melted and solidified rock at the bottom, which has has at least scaled down from ridiculous heat to a pleasantly warm glow).

FLASHBANG

Except now, when it also consists of a girl.

A girl who is dropping her schoolbag and swearing.

[ooc: might want to look here before tagging. if you're okay with possible -- nay, probable -- canon puncturing, go right ahead! :D]

wasleafonwind.livejournal.com

Somewhere, on a distant moon in a distant reality, there is a small group of people staring at a point where a spaceship once sat, about to begin acting out a sci-fi version of that great cinematic classic, Dude, Where's My Car?

It's a lot worse when the question is "Dude, Where's My Spaceship?"

The answer to that question, not that they'll ever hear it, is this: Earth. Where, exactly, is hard to say, but hopefully not too far from civilization, because her pilot's in a bad way what with that big honkin' space spear sticking out of his chest.

At least the sound-and-light show created by the arrival of an entire spaceship is big enough to get some attention.

Calling all healers?

lilmsmiraclegro.livejournal.com

Claire is on a mission. Well a number of missions. She has a plan, you see - or an idea that might be a plab, so she can maybe be more than one half of 'the pair of blonde baking girls.'

First she tries that new hospital, looking for grouchy old men with canes. Then she tries the kitchen of the farmhouse, looking for the ghost of her boyfriend's sister. Then she wanders around the farm randomly looking for that redhead in a wheelchair and/or that older guy who makes her blood run cold everytime she sees his face.

It's possible anyone could find her anywhere, of course.

thexanwhosees.livejournal.com

There's a happy Xander around, who was driving a rig onto the farm. Took a long time to load it up with supplies from the fix-it store, but it was worth it. The appearance of even *more* supplies of cement, brick, and so on was another pleasant surprise to the happy carpenter. He wanted to shake the hands of the guy responsible. Likely even more since he was really grateful. Luckily the fix-it place had a cement mixer among many other tools. Even a portable generator so he could do a little with some power tools too. He jumped out of the rig, and started to unload a few items.

He then added a note of thanks to the board, and reminder to people interested in helping with construction to please report in. First priority was gonna be getting more bathrooms and showers around here for the growing community, and proceed from there.

notmostpeople.livejournal.com

Gabriel.

Farmhouse.

Urge to kick puppies.

notanoptimist.livejournal.com

Sokka.

Onna mission.

Inna kitchen.

(preposition)na (location).

Okay, seriously now.

It's early morning, since Steph held true to her promise to wake him up at dawn. Which means that it's a half hour after she dumped a water bottle on his head, and ten minutes after he'd picked her up and dropped her in the kraken's pond outside the bunker.

Now?

Iz food tiems.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is in the training yard, practicing formwork. She doesn't do kata often, preferring to run or lift weights or cartwheel or anything that involves immediate effort rather than precision and technique, but with the knowledge that the farm isn't as safe a place as they thought -- people losing hands and such -- she's decided it's probably time to get back into serious quality training.

Plus, Dinah is a good influence.

So, teenager in workout gear in the training yard, focusing hard on pattern work. Normally Steph's not one for midriff tops (the reason looks something like this), but Smallville didn't have a lot of options -- and besides, the sun feels wonderful on bare stomach and shoulders. She's been training most of the morning, so by now she's flushed and sweaty and happy, just about ready to stretch out in the sun for a nap or maybe head inside to eat.

lemur-sitter.livejournal.com

Sokka is hovering by the sign-up notice for training, hoping someone will come along so he can ask to join.

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

Gray is in Metropolis, drinking coffee and pondering ethical philosophy.

There's a hint of a smile on his face every so often.

sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com

Close to noon, Oliver wakes up feeling incredibly thirsty. Also incredibly in pain. Slowly, he gets to his feet. Slowly, he makes his way to the door. Slowly, he opens it (he reached for it with his right hand, now a stump wrapped in white bandages).

Slowly, he'll walk to the Cooper homestead. He looks a mess: unshaven, the white coat and shirt of his zoot suit brown with dried blood, his expression pinched, his hand missing, his gaze wary and alert.

Once he's in the Cooper house, he slowly gets a glass of water, drinks it, grabs an apple from the bowl, and walks back to the earth bunker to lie down some more.

That's really all he plans to do with his day, unless someone interrupts.

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

There's a colourless man sitting out by the bunker at the Cooper place, waiting for three PM.

Considering it's nine in the morning, he must be damn patient.

eureka-bell.livejournal.com

...yeah, it just occurred to Stephen that he counts as a flier. You know, seeing as he owns an antigravitational device and is reaching the final leg of jet construction.

Go team him?

Anyway, he's now having a look around for Nathan Petrelli (the real one, please and thanks), for whom he also has some news on the making-holes-in-reality front. Not terribly exciting news, but a plan, at least. (He's also keeping an eye out for Thrust, for the purposes of getting blueprints. Yes, he's building a fighter jet and a kind of cross-reality teleport and a bit of alien robot tech in the same lifetime. It's possible that he's overbooked himself.) Plus: he's totally botherable by anyone with a hankering to chat.

Catch him anywhere, twirling a well-used spanner between his fingers and humming to himself as he walks.

[ooc: slowtimes will be the order of the day, I am afraid.]

serinusniger

Early this morning, Dinah can be found on the stretch of well-used field between the bunker and the pond, in full Black Canary costume, stretching out. She's joined just after sunrise by Mel, who leaves the girls in their baby chairs at the edge of an unmarked area and joins the older woman.

( You sure you want to do this? )

After that's established, Dinah collapses against the bunker, gulping from a bottle of water. She's sort of hoping the display would encourage some of the other fighters to talk about training with her.

[OOC: See, I promised Weaves.Open for spectator threads, but if you wanna catch either of them afterwards, I'll pick them up when I'm back from work.]

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

Well.

Gray has managed to arrive at the Cooper place, and after parking his stolen Dodge Viper beside the white Mini Cooper ~~(ahaha the narration just got that)~~, takes the scenic route back around to the front of the house.

He likes walking.

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

Here is Gray.

His clothes are torn and bloodstained and he's sitting under what remains of the roof of an abandoned gas station, cross-legged on a space of floor mostly cleared of rubble, feasting on scavenged meal replacement bars which are (contrary to packaging) not at all delicious.

But he has his freedom, and therefore all is well.

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

Well.

He has a blanket.

And shoes, thanks to the generosity of an abandoned gas station containing a (luckily frozen) corpse.

There's really not much else to recommend this situation.

letyousaveme.livejournal.com

It hasn't been a good day for Gray.

Dr. Suresh was particularly vicious about this morning's blood sample, and despite having enough time for his regeneration to even out the loss entirely, he still feels that phantom ache.

And then, of course, they replaced the Tuesday guard, and the new one just had to prove he was tougher than a man who used to be a murderer.

After two decades he really, truly wishes they would give it a rest.

His musings are interrupted by a bright light, a rolling thunderous crack like the breaking of worlds, and-- that's not his cell.

He's standing in the middle of a deserted, half-wrecked highway and he doesn't care, because it's not his cell.

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