[identity profile] nothawkingbird.livejournal.com
(ooc: because it's been a while. They've been around, really! Thread's staying open till it goes off the first page, and borrowing dogbarked85's format. :D )

Cooper Farm:
Xander was whistling while he placed a notice up on the board for carpentry orders. Now there were bathrooms and showers, he could focus on other things needed to be fixed around the place.

Scully was somewhere around the hospital. She hasn't been avoiding anybody but her rounds have mostly been focusing her in the lower levels, like the morgue. And being in the basement area was familiar to her.

Maria Venkman was wandering out toward a field, trying to find something to do around the place. So far, she's been speaking to the ghost population more than the living one of late.

Lauren Olamina was out in one of the fields, checking on the status of the crops she had sowed. She was also thinking that maybe a school or tutoring should be started around the place, especially after seeing the notice for reading lessons by someone else. It was a good idea to have training and lessons for those who needed it. She was also writing new passages in her journal on Earthseed.

Either the Farm, Smallville, or Metropolis: Kate has been patrolling quietly, or as quietly as you can on a motorbike. She had been going back and forth, and also spending time with Will.

In Metropolis, John Constantine had found a modest flat to hole up in, he had some smokes, and there was a pub where you could get a reasonable pint for America (still shitty, but had to make do until he could suss out what's happened back in London).

Somewhere around the globe, Nathan was going on supply runs, and was continuing to keep an eye out for new arrivals needing help.

And where was Willow? Oh the dark eyed and haired witch has been quietly plotting and amassing power somewhere.
[identity profile] nastypieceofwrk.livejournal.com
A flash, a bang, and the number of tricky bastards in this sorry shell of a world just went up by one.

"Fuck," he muttered, the fall had crushed his lit Silk Cut. And there wasn't enough left to re-light the smoke. He got up, and blearily stared at his new surroundings. Awful lot of sand around here.  Aw hell. He tapped out another smoke, and lit it.  Better stretch these out before he can get to a duty free shop, or anywhere else that sells smokes.

"Shit, it's the fucking Sahara." He then exclaimed, smoke billowing out between his lips as he spoke, as he got a better look at the sand dunes. There was also that familiar tingle. Magic. or something like it. Close by, and its call was almost pulling at him like an eager sprog tugging at his coattails. Synchroncity still working for him clearly, so he started walking in the direction of it.

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