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broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam's relaxing. Which in this case means he's wandering around the ruins of Los Angeles, looking for anything shiny or interesting.

So far he's turned up remarkably little, but then he hasn't searched most of the city yet.

hardlydangerous.livejournal.com

Sylar is grumpy.

And alone.

And grumpy.

And sitting out in a field. There are wildflowers. He has graciously refrained from setting them on fire, which is the extent of his goodwill towards anything at the moment.

Botherable, if you feel like being yelled at and/or mauled.

will_scarlett

Will is in one of the fields outside, doing his best to get the farm running again.

The weather is nice so his shirt is off and it feels good to have the sun on his back though he's still stiff.

hopeless-son.livejournal.com

The Cooper farm was under observation.

Since leaving Alexandria and Sunnydale the Princeling had managed to find his way to what some in passing had deemed the hub of civilization. That made Brand smirk. Hub his arse- it was a weak attempt at organization in a shattered world. With his hands tucked within the pockets of the long gray jacket he wore the Amberite watched silently.

He was studying it, learning the layout from what he could see for future use. A very wicked little smile crossed over his face as he started to hum a twisted version of The Ballad of the Water Crossers to himself. Sure Corwin had written it, but his younger brother knew just how to twist it around a bit.

Maybe he would take a walk through and play the stranded newcomer. But for the moment he was content studying. Totally botherable and noticeable.

broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam has been working on the flying car. Modifying it.

For a car that doesn't run off petrol, this involves a surprising amount of both some sort of oil and, oddly, ash, which is why Sam is fairly filthy at the moment.

broked-reality.livejournal.com

The mun tried to come up with a creative EP. He did. There was much trying.

However, there was also much fail, so Sam's just sitting out on the roof playing tunes on a leaf. He does that a lot.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate had glanced toward the noticeboard, but the flying thing was nothing she could help out with. Even though, if there was some way to get to England for Will, just so he could see his forest again.

In the meantime, she out back practicing with her bow on a makeshift range using bales. Wishing she could do more. Hard to be a hero here, and find out the best way to help others around here.

broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam is being musical.

Which is to say he's up on the roof of the farmhouse with a leaf at his lips playing a slow, pleasant tune. He does that a lot. It's a thing.

mahdokht.livejournal.com

Parijah'An had...not been here. She'd been frolicking about the ruins of Sydney, thank you very much, world. You know the usual. Collecting shells, contemplating elevators that still attempted to inform their inhabitants that they were going to the third floor even though the building was lying on its side underwater...

And then she'd slipped and tumbled down and before she hit the water, she...hit the water.

The ruins just weren't the right ones.

She was pretty sure there hadn't been any tentacles pulling skyscrappers down, either.

will_scarlett

Will is doing a little better. There are so many new people and things that he's found himself spending most of his time outside in his tree or with Kate.

The ache in him that's missing Sherwood and home is almost painful as he sits in his tree and watches the world below.

(OOC: I EP finally, the headvoice got shy on me. Fair warning for angst with the outlaw.)

waylostandfound.livejournal.com

Somewhere over the skies of Metropolis, somebody was flying overhead, and observing everything. Nathan Petrelli's had some weird encounters of late, but that wasn't going to stop him from continuing to do surveillance. And just take advantage of the relatively quiet skies.
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Kate Bishop was practicing her archery shots on the Cooper farm, but she was standing further back from the targets than usual. And yet still reaching the target with precision.

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Maria Venkman was on the Cooper farm as well now, casually walking around. She's pretty sure there's more around than what it seems like at first. A lot more. Just had to look for it.

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Xander Harris was humming something rather poppy as he was currently sawing some pieces of wood also on the farm, and nailing them together. Looked like a storage chest. He will deny any similarities the song has to samples from the latter boy band oeuvre.

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Alfred Bester was walking aways from the farm, his head tilted to the side casually. Getting in some exercise, and fresh air he would say. Listening to the background noise of thoughts of the few dwelling around. Amazing what you can learn when people think all their minds are that private.

(ooc: If you see the EP, it's open and taggable. Just indicate who you want to talk to in your tag, thxs!)

broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam is sprawled out on the roof of the Cooper household, eyes closed, with a blade of grass clutched between his teeth.

He'd look like he was sleeping, except that one finger is moving in lazy circles, with a little trail of gold mist behind it.

pragmatistical.livejournal.com

The first thing that filters through Methos' addled brain after the thunderclap-and-smoke routine is that this is very definitely not the middle of Manhattan. He rolls to his feet, automatically checking for the gun, the Ivanhoe and his stiletto.

Check, check and check. All hidden underneath his trenchcoat.

The second thought is figure out where the hell he is. The third? Is spoken out loud in a somewhat British accent.

"Whose idea was it to put miles of grass and nothing else in the middle of New York state."

broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam's probably not looking his best. He's sort of bruised and battered with a lot of bandages and a lot of tears in his coat.

Nonetheless, he doesn't seem to mind too much - Right now he's more concerned with cooking. He can't read the recipe book, so this involves a lot of guesswork. So far, he's mixed together flour, eggs, milk and sugar, but has yet to manage to get it to a doughy consistency.

Botherable.

alwaysroomforhope

Steph is helping Hana walk!

There are big grins on both faces. Hana because LOOK LOOK SHE'S A BIG GIRL LOOK EEEE FOOTS ON GROUND! - and Steph because eeeeeee babies, she's missed them.

Up and down the corridor, up and down. Probably in everyone's way, but look at how cute the little Fire baby is! How could you mind?

gbdaughter.livejournal.com

This? Was totally not fair. She was heading to school like she's supposed to, even if it seems soooo boring usually. And then her senses felt like something was wrong. Really, really wrong. A cacophony of light and sound overwhelmed her senses and she fell hard onto dry earth. She groaned as she slowly stood up. Uh-oh, this must be like that dimensional displacement stuff Uncle Ray and Uncle Egon have gone about during one of their brainstorming sessions. It definitely wasn't the bar, and New York hadn't had cornfields around for a really long time. She was now turning around at the edge of one, and there was no sign of people anywhere. Not even a flicker of ghosts in the area right now either. This was bad, like giant twinkie time bad possibly.

Right, gotta be some town or city or something around here somewhere right? Just gotta walk around and find it. So she dusted herself off, and started walking in a random direction, hoping her instincts were still good.

hates-spiders.livejournal.com

Look, up on the roof!

It's black and white!

It's drooling!

It's Venom! A rather bored-looking Venom, judging from his posture. He's perched atop one of the roof's corners and peering around, attempting to spot anything particularly interesting and failing thus far.

"We'll find something to amuse ourselves with eventually," he says, seeming to be talking to no one at all. "Even if there aren't any fairies around here, we should be able to find something else richly deserving a lesson in letting the innocent be. All we must do is wait."

He returns to peering around the Cooper farm, still looking for something that's more interesting than monologuing.

hardlydangerous.livejournal.com

There's a flash and a bang and a very confused man with ridiculous hair appears, hovering a few feet above the rubble of a destroyed parking lot.

Hey, when you can cast illusions, you don't need a comb.

"...The hell?" Sylar starts to say, and before he's quite done with the sentence it's President Nathan Petrelli who's making the quizzical exclamation to empty air, settling gently to the ground.

You can never be too careful.

broked-reality.livejournal.com

Sam's doing trainy stuffs.

It mostly consists of moving through fighting forms while weaving gold light between his fingers and into shapes. Now and again he looks West, rubs his forehead as if to stave off a headache, and continues.

He'll probably start doing more complex things soon. If he can be bothered, that is.

nothawkingbird.livejournal.com

Kate slept in, the few dreams she had were nightmares of war, and of blinding cold imprisonment. She was outside in the field near the Cooper farm, going through katas as a warmup, despite the still bandaged leg. And then taking her bow, and firing some arrows into a makeshift target (bales of hay). If she seems especially focused on the targets as she fired, a distraction would still be appreciated.

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