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says-say-what.livejournal.com

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.)

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.

aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com

Once, there was a pleasant city here. But that was before Ottawa suffered the usual statue-rampage... and something large that looked like it tried to kind of a lot of buildings as furniture before heading further north. Most residents are dead or fled, though there are a few squatters still hoping to get by on scavenged food and shelter.

Flash. Bang.

Stare.

Leave.

... No, no, leave, right?

Hello?

Reverse-summons, hello, he's not even manipulating an eidolon, just standing here, should work.

Leave.

Flail.

Fume.

Boom.

A certain section of Ottawa is now a lot warmer, if slightly less inhabitable. It's, um, kind of melty, in fact. Somehow, it's not actually on fire, however, it just looks as though it were blasted by the world's biggest flamethrower.

And there is a scowling dread god stalking out of the charred and melted mass, and the flame was upon his head and the smoke was at his feet. He has precious little idea of just what's going on here, but this is not Greece, he's pretty sure it's not even his world (even if it has a superficially similar feel), and when he gets his hands on the god that pulled this, he's not going to bother with subtlety-- he's just going to smite them with his bare hands, which may or may not be on fire at the time.

He's botherable.

If you give him a few minutes to cool off (no, literally), he might even be botherable by people who aren't particularly flame-retardant.

sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com

It has been, for the purposes of this entrance post, little more than a week since Oliver arrived. He has been doing a great deal of thinking, grieving, chatting with the normal-seeming neighbours, ambling about the countryside, looking after his horse and praying.

But society must not be disdained because it is unfamiliar. (Oliver never realized until now that it's been years since he interacted with someone who wasn't a Godsworn or family. It's funny how quickly habits become chains.)

A man in a white zoot suit walks around the Cooper grounds. Whenever he hears a bird sing, he looks up, and if he manages to glimpse the creature he hurries to check a book he's got with him. Yes, a book on birds.

Oliver can Call birds to him. This is more an excuse to meet people than because he's actually interested.

firesifu.livejournal.com

It had taken Zuko awhile to get used to the way the plane felt, moving - it is not like riding on that bison! - and then he'd mostly stared out of the window at the unfamiliar landscape below.

Landing was another new experience that left him resolutely hiding wobbly legs as he walks down the steps and into sunlight behind the others.

He really appreciates solid ground right now, but he'll stare darkly at nothing in particular for a bit, so nobody notices. While surreptitiously looking around.

selflesslight.livejournal.com

The way to deal with trouble in the family is to ignore it and hope it goes away.

This is why Val is currently high in the skies above the Cooper household, armoured in blank white light and executing a series of increasingly insane maneuvers.

She might not have the speed, but ooh boy does she ever have the daring. Some of these just should not be attempted by anyone without an engine.

alwaysroomforhope

THERE IS PIZZA.

Steph is really pleased with the results of her baking and cooking. And it's been about a ZILLION YEARS since she had pizza.

So now, there is lots of pizza. And there's streamers and a handful of balloons, and plenty of glitter, and in every room (almost) of the farmhouse there are arrows pointing towards the kitchen with PIZZA PARTY!!! written on them.

There's a table of snacks -- chips and cake and sweet things -- and one of many plastic cups and bottles of soft drink. (The hard drink is in the cupboards, out of sight but totally present. What is a party without vodka?)

Angelo even let her borrow his stereo. So there's music, too.

PIZZA PARTY TIEM. Your host is one S. Brown, clad for the occasion in her Smallville Bar shirt-skirt-and-apron combination, beaming widely at anyone who enters the kitchen.

If your pup is at the farm or out the back, they should totes turn up here. Threadhopping and jumping and skipping is a-okay. Do stuff! I said to!

says-say-what.livejournal.com

There's more than a few things Jetstorm hates, but today just seems to be full of them. The ladybug, flying through underground tunnels, ramming into things-in this case, said ladybug's web-and organic goop. He really hates that organic goop.

Fortunately for Jetstorm, it's his lucky day (relatively speaking), since before he can hit the goop, there's a flash of white light.

----

The one advantage technorganic goop does have, Jetstorm decides, is that it'd be a lot softer to land on than the rock-hard dirt and grass (grass? Ew.) he just hit. His attention immediately goes to clawing his way out of the webbing, however, and he does that first, then pries the odd disc-shaped contraption Blackarachnia stuck on him not too long ago. Jetstorm peers at it for a moment, chucks it into the grass.

Still sprawled out on the ground and trying to get his bearings, the Vehicon glances around. In this direction...dirt! In that direction...dirt! And a turkey vulture, which doesn't scan as a Transformer, but that looks decidely cranky. It stares at Jetstorm, blinking its beady eyes.

Jetstorm peers right back, then blasts it. (What? It was looking at him funny.)

He then goes back looking around, trying to make sense of things, and finally settling on one phrase that he thinks sums his thoughts up: "What the frag is going on?"

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