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littlegal-lost.livejournal.com

A few hours of walking north of the Grand Canyon, there is a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a small, skinny teenager standing where nothing had been standing before. She freezes, dark eyes tracking this way and that, the quickness of the motion the only clue to her panic.

Then, a few feet away, there's a FLASH followed by a BANG with the immediate appearance of a large, floppy bloodhound in mid-distressed bark.

A bark which rapidly transforms into a yap of contentment as it spots the girl and trots toward her, long ears flapping.

Jordan Harper grins at her dog, but it only lasts for a moment. While she scratches the creature's ears, she looks around at the desolate bit of land she landed in.

Nothing that can do this, in her experience, should or could be ignored.

tobeclosetohim

[OOS: In which there is a road trip, monster fighting, and more than anyone asked for.]

In the middle of nowhere Nebraska, at a place hunters once knew well, there are fires turning the low horizon a blurring orange and red and above it the sky a fume of rolling black. There's no people to see it for miles and miles, states and states, and the two people who set the fires don't care about that part much.

They've got weapons if it attracts attention.

Jo stayed outside long enough to see the faces and bodies on the first pyre, the specific one she hadn't had to set up but she had set fire to herself, before abandoning all four lit pyres to go inside and bleach the bar top. She wasn't staying, she wouldn't and she couldn't, but she needed to be moving.

Jack remained to watch the fires burn, singing a sweet, compassionate ditty to honour fallen warriors - in his high, very womanly singing voice. The last few strains tailed off as the fires reached their peak and then there was just a pirate standing with his back to the bar, watching the smoke and standing guard simultaneously.

[Feel free to tag Jack & Jo, or Jack or Jo separately. Warnings for slows and very slows from me, as I'm working, but this is open and will slowtime until all good things come to fruition.]

mago_sonriente

Carlos stops where he is.

"You know," he says conversationally as he looks out at the city, "...I'm not sure this is as good of an idea as I thought it was. If that makes any sense."

theresnodoor

Rachel has yet to find what useful purpose Dean serves to this world or any other. So far his driving skills, propensity for violence, and taste in music has been far outweighed by the pure annoying of his personality.

The number of punches she's dealt his shoulder has multiplied ever since she hit her head, too. Maybe Jo was attracted to men that tried to baby her but Rachel would take a monster over a concerned individual any day of the week.

Which is why she had no problem with stealing one of Dean's guns after they'd made camp and he'd gone off to-- do whatever it was he was going to do. Se has her own, of course, but it doesn't serve her purpose.

It isn't shiny.

"Mort?" Rachel frowns and glances over her shoulder to make sure no one's around to see her acting like a crazy woman, talking to a gun. "C'mon, I need to talk to you."

theresnodoor

Rachel dreams - spoilers for the end of the Animorphs series

Her pace is steady, if only because anything that isn't steady calls her attention and gives her something to be angry at, and even Rachel finds it difficult to get mad at her own feet. Plodding along with her little bag slung over one shoulder, chewing numbly on some of the bread from yesterday's dinner, hardly looking around her. It's just another road in another state probably with another town that needs a thug tossed out of it or something. Doesn't need her, just needs anybody.

What's the point?

Grumbling to herself, a very tired, very cranky blonde continues on.

scorching-black.livejournal.com

Sirius has found a motorcycle.

Interesting tinkering is underway.

The bike is glowing a little. This is the kind of thing that might raise questions.

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.

runawayalot.livejournal.com

It's been a long, long journey.

Long, and empty. Even the ability to walk in the middle of the road without getting run over has become boring. Not to mention, Laura's shoes are wearing thin and her clothes are smelly, and she hasn't had a proper bath in weeks.

But they're at the Maine border now, her, Valerian, and Mudkip, and there's a rest stop with maps and vending machines. Which some enterprising soul has helpfully beaten within inches of their nonfunctioning lives trying to open up.

There's not enough room for an adult to get anything, but there's a hole large enough for a skinny child's arm. She extracts a few bear claws and passes them out.

highrisktrader.livejournal.com

The kitchen is a perfectly normal temperature today, free of ghost activity.

Strange how the temperature seems to drop as you wander into the lounge room, though.

Katara's sitting on the couch, knees drawn up to her chin, watching the (blank) TV screen pensively.

Current Location: Cooper farm, lounge room

thexanwhosees.livejournal.com

Xander was still recovering from the other day with that guy who knocked him around. Didn't like that 'daughter' line he was using with Willow. But there was a lot work to around the farm. Like seeing about making sure there's plenty of bathrooms for all the new arrivals moving in here, and people already here. So he was looking over plans again, and looking for help.

Current Location: The Cooper Farm

iheartalgore.livejournal.com

SURPRIES EARTHQAKE -- and, like the most recent appearance of her husband, it's felt all over the world. A good thing it's not the Big One, eh? As bad a shape as this world's in, it doesn't need large masses of land breaking off into the ocean.

The cause of said earthquake can be seen...well, everywhere (if you just look down), but in humanoid, corporeal form (as a curvaceous Iranian woman) she's someplace that looks an awful lot like Adam's Morgan in Washington, D.C., if it weren't for the, y'know, being utterly ruinated part.

A shame. One of her favorite restaurants was here. Several, in fact.

Good thing she doesn't really need to eat.

shakenstrfaith.livejournal.com

Groom Lake USAF Base (Area 51)
Date: ???
Nevada, USA

There was a flash and a bang, and an FBI agent landed amidst the rubble of the base lying in the dry saltbed. The chainlink fences were in disarray, and she slowly got up, staring around at everything. One moment she was leaving the hospital after Mulder had been abducted and she had learned of her pregnancy. And now... the surroundings looked like any number of bases in a desert setting. But there obviously were no people here, and signs of some battle or disaster took out much of the facilities. There was nothing to do, but start walking, and try to get her way to a civilization.

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

The Library was deserted of course, books scattered about like rubble on the side of the road. It was still a sound enough building to be exploring housing the world's treasures that he would eventually get to. Right now Brand had a plan and that wasn't book searching.

He turned his head to see if Willow was following or not. She could have easily been distracted by something along the way if she wasn't there. However, she would catch up with him eventually. Others would to, no doubt, but only he, so far, knew anything about walking a Pattern.

Comming to the center of the building under a giant dome- some of its glass panels broken letting in the light from outside, he stopped. This was the spot. This is where the Pattern would go if things went as they were supposed to. Brand smiled a cunning little smile. It was time.

greatestofease.livejournal.com

One minute waking up on Barbara's couch, the next -- flash bang -- in New York? And not only New York, but an abandoned New York that looks like Poison Ivy's just had a party?

Okay ... well, I've probably dealt with weirder.

Dick lifts a hand to scrub his head, shaking sleep out of his eyes, and sets about finding several things. First, food. It'd be a damn crime if there were no Big Belly Burgers left at the end of the world. Then a place to finish his nap. Then maybe someone who can tell him what's going on.

But really, really, first food.

The boy has his priorities right.

ninjasinspace.livejournal.com

River is in the Cooper farm's living room, lying flat on her belly in a patch of sunlight. It's unclear whether she's catnapping or simply has her eyes shut to make listening easier, but either way she's quite botherable.

aidoneus-rex.livejournal.com

In Metropolis, there is a man in a dark suit. He's of a sort of non-descript middle age, not specifically young but nowhere near old.

As for what he's doing?

He's looking around. Learning. Absorbing local color. Picking up the lingo (which isn't as hard as it should be) and the customs. Occasionally having a meal somewhere and libating to that ever so beneficent monarch of the dead, Hades, just so he can explain the custom to curious onlookers. Carefully working minor miracles wherever it'll do the most good-- and once again, advertizing for the once and future Lord of the Underworld. Looking at maps, trying to figure out where he can start an underworld on this continent.

It's not his world. There's a lot to learn.

Good thing he got the brains in the family.

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

The clicking of his boots against the deserted street was chilling. Not so much as it should have been but the quiet empty little town somewhere within the deep south was the perfect scene for a horror film. At least that is what Brand pictured as he casually strolled along with hands clasped behind his back. He also wondered if Willow would have been so accepting of the empty little town as he.

Something about the woman had..not exactly captivated him but ingrigued him since their first meeting and since their departure from one another. It had been to long since they had last spoke, the Trump he had fashioned after her residing top on his deck. True he did not know if Trump contact could work within the Shadow since none going out seemed to. Pausing to study an empty car (a classic by all means) he climbed onto the hood, crossing his legs and pulling the cards but most importantly hers. Emerald eyes turned toward the card staring at it in an attempt to make contact...

thexanwhosees.livejournal.com

(OOS: Mort gets a shiny new follower, and Xander gets a shiny new eye. Also some bad news on the horizon. Could be the start of a Jossian friendship.)

404-chan.livejournal.com

eleventh-doctor.livejournal.com

There are, perhaps, a few things that have not yet happened to the end of the universe yet. Karaoke deathmatch by ninjas and pirates (and robots!), perhaps. The Brave Little Toaster Goes to Gallifrey With Jack Sparrow and Captain Kirk (As Seen On Oprah), maybe.

But one thing you can definitely cross off on your Apocalypse Bingo cards, kids, is 'female Doctor inna TARDIS streaking out of the sky and landing, upside down, into a self-made crater in the middle of Memphis, Tennessee'.

Along with 'roaming herds of guitar-playing zombies'.

It's a toss-up which one is more interesting.

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