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mark-of-samael.livejournal.com

She has never been to Metropolis. She has never been outside Maine. Except part of her- the part that re-lived their first seven years- has. But that part has also never been to Metropolis.

( She's not entirely sure where this is, or how she got there. )

She wanders the side-alleys, shrinking behind trash cans and dumpsters when people go by, peering out when the coast seems clear. Nothing is familiar; not the unusually tall buildings, not the flat horizon, not the size, not the store names.

She isn't sure whether that's more frightening or a relief.

ineveryport.livejournal.com

Pick a bar in Metropolis, any bar.

No not that kind of bar. The seedy places filled with smoke and shouting and a very high percentage of offworlders in the clientele. The kind of bar you go to in order to drink homebrewed beer, carouse and gamble and maybe later pick a fight and go home drunk and bleeding.

Jack uses these bars to make money and work out his issues. He makes money by gambling on dice or cards, and he works out his issues by winning at these games until someone calls him a cheater and he has a valid excuse to knock the living crap out of his accusers. All the while drinking enough to give him a killer headache in the morning.

And the more these guys look like Sam Winchester, the better.

theresnodoor

Ax is here. He and Tobias are in Metropolis, probably in the building. Andalites aren't great with snow on the ground either, apparently. And while they're doing that, Rachel suddenly has the pressing urge to be somewhere ~~anywhere~~ else.

Taking Tobias' distraction as a way to take off for a bit? Never.

She wants another job, another fight, another something, and that means a morph that isn't too held back by distance. To be more specific, that means Lucy.

There's a dragon in the sky all over most of the continental US, looking for something fun to do.

theresnodoor

[Rachel dreams. Warning: Major spoilers for the Animorphs series.]

Rachel's eyes snap open. She stares overhead for a few moments before glancing at a tree nearby.

Whether the hawk is awake or not, she's climbing out of her sleeping bag and stripping down to her morphing suit. She needs to run.

Horse morph would be fun. Cheetah would be better.

<You are already a nothlit, Rachel.>

In the middle of the night, there's a young woman taking a run down the main street out of Metropolis.

whoiwasmeant2be.livejournal.com

Tobias doesn't like Metropolis all that much, but it's not as bad as it could be. After all, it's not really a... metropolis. Not a bustling one. Sure there are tons of refugees, but that's just a drop in the bucket of what the city is designed to handle.

He's spent the past few days watching Rachel work out. She runs hard, practices gymnastics, and generally pushes herself. He's not surprised by the pushing, but it's new to see her working out her human body. Not that he disagrees with her reasoning, of course.

And it's been nice just to be near her again. He feels like the three years without her were a bad dream.

He's been out hunting, and now he's gliding back to their most recent crash space.

diseasedvermin.livejournal.com

In a bar in Metropolis one summer night, Tom is quite drunk. He stumbles out of the bar with a few of his new best friends who are trying to explain to him why Family Guy was the best show ever and they wish there were more new episodes.

Tom stumbles, grins, wavers on his feet, and agrees. Eventually his new best friends leave for more pub crawling. Once they're out of sight, Tom walks to a nearby alley and flicks open the wallet he nicked.

Debit card, credit card, and a twenty. Eh, it'll have to do.

The ratskin, not as drunk as he appeared, takes the cards and money and tosses the wallet in a nearby garbage can.

diseasedvermin.livejournal.com

In Metropolis, mid-morning there's a rat in a sewer. A rat in a sewer cursing his own stupidity.

He'd thought the man was simply a mark. He had a thick wallet in his back pocket at night for God's sake! It turns out that's just what the man's friends wanted him to think. They broke Tom's hand with a crowbar before he could reach for his gun. They broke a lot of other things too, before he managed to focus past the pain, become a rat, and dart into the nearest storm drain.

They're gone now. The rat sneaks out of the sewer and sniffs at a lump of clothes in an alleyway. They left his T-shirt and jeans, not his jacket (not Tom's usual one, fortunately, as he has learned a thing or two about blending in) nor his shoes.

Tom sighs, puts on what clothes he has, and walks out of the alleyway, looking pissed. Tom intends to make it back to his room. He's hoping Misto won't be there, as he really doesn't want to explain this.

ineveryport.livejournal.com

Jack is driving along one of the many roads on this big ol' wide continent in the Coraline, with all the windows open and a self-satisfied grin on his face. There's a bass guitar in the back, along with a couple amps (one of which actually goes up to 11 - he found the best); his cutlasses and guns are resting happily on the passenger seat and he's whistling while he looks out for other useful things to bring back to the farm.

(He's also looking for a friend he's missed recently)

There's no joy like the simple joys, and of them, Jack's favourite has always been the open ~~sea~~ road, knowledge of being useful to his friends, and a warm woman waiting for when he's done roaming.

Yo ho.

cat-so-clever.livejournal.com

One moment, Misto is walking down his street, tail held high. Then there is a loud bang, and a flash of light, and. . . this is not his street. has he been hit by a car, and is this the Heavyside Layer? Maybe so, maybe not.

But humans should make it all better. So he does what any cat would do in this circumstance.

He makes himself look small and piteous, and he cries.

diseasedvermin.livejournal.com

There's a black rat hidden underneath the couch in the Cooper living room. His clothes and rucksack are stored underneath the couch as well, for easy access.

Tom is listening and sniffing for certain someones. Or new people to prejudice against a certain new arrival. Either way, there's a possibility that he may come out from under the couch.

Or he might not. You never know.

sworntoalostgod.livejournal.com

[In Shatter: Eden warns Tom about Oliver's arrival. Upon seeing Tom's reaction, Eden decides to deal with Oliver herself.]

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.

will_scarlett

He slept and woke as dawn was creeping into the strange earthen house.

Now Will is sitting in his tree with some bread and watching the sunrise.

His back hurts again after the fight but sometimes you need trees.

(OOC: Its late but wanted to get this up.)

littlestcooper

Have the World's Most Epic Multi-Pup Post.

Lucy Cooper is sitting on the balcony of her room, swinging her feet and peering idly down at the yard.

Gabriel Gray is by the kraken pond, feeding Spots bacon and humming to himself with a rare little smile on his face.

Katara is wandering the streets of Metropolis, having been separated from her brother for a very short time (just about long enough for him to figure out how to use the bathrooms in a closed and looted grocery store, in fact).

Marie-Antoinette Beauchamp is flickering between Metropolis, Smallville, and the Cooper place, looking for something (or someone) to do. Catch her while she's standing still for a bit at one of the three.

Iris Valentine is in the Cooper kitchen with a watermelon and a little bowl to spit seeds into, eating and giggling to herself, because someone has to act like a child when Shay's not around.

Anna Reeve is going for a walk in Metropolis with a small ice cream cone, singing. Probably Supertramp.

Intuition is sitting on a lawnchair outside the Cooper place, drinking lemonade and beaming. She doesn't need a reason to beam. She's Inty, okay? Reason enough.

Subject 46 is going for a jog at superspeed and would be happy to bump into your pup absolutely anywhere in Kansas; just specify.

Valerie Bell is flying in the skies somewhere above Smallville, grinning to herself and doing loop-the-loops and barrel rolls. The showoff.

Johriel Ashedoi is within fifty feet of Jono Starsmore at all times, but can probably be enticed to talk regardless.

Please, for the love of God, mention who you're tagging.

ineveryport.livejournal.com

Trundling down the road towards the Cooper household is a black pick up truck as driven by someone who has never seen one before this, but picked it up reallyquickly. The sea faring gent in question is leaning comfortably on one arm on the open window of the driver's side, quite content with his driving prowess and the trophy he brings back.

The trophy in question is in back, covered in an old tarp. And it has a vaguely drum-kit like shape, at that.

diseasedvermin.livejournal.com

Tom is pleased with himself: he has a knife. It's a switchblade. It's cool.

And he's walking - actually, jogging with a few glances behind him - back from Smallville around the time decent people should be asleep, too. His knife is up his sleeve. He has two six-packs of beer.

He's whistling as he makes his way back to the farm. This has been a good night.

diseasedvermin.livejournal.com

Tom is in the Cooper house. In the kitchen during the afternoon, to be precise. Sucking down a beer while leaning on a counter reading the instructions for Scrabble, to be even more precise.

Apparently Scrabble + beer = confusion.

Come help him out?

feelingflavours.livejournal.com

There's a woman hanging around the Coopers' living room.

Yes, she looks like that.

Yes, she's dressed like that.

What? This is a good place to pick up boys! (Inanna discovered that yesterday.)

raisednofool.livejournal.com

So far, this doesn't seem so bad.

Okay, so there's no Jono or Paige or Ev or Jubes or Cassidy and that kind of sucks. On the bright side, there's no anti-mutant league, Frost, or Monet. And that's pretty good!

Also, so far there's been a decent selection of food and a hot naked girl who's decided they're best friends. And even if she hadn't, there are several other hot girls hanging around. Ogling is available, if nothing else.

Emphasis on the 'nothing else.' Angelo never thought he'd miss geometry class, or training in the Grotto. But lying on a couch in the Cooper farmhouse is very quickly losing its appeal.

Probably why he's sleeping.

will_scarlett

Sometimes you need something to do.

Will has found something to do that makes him feel useful, he's building snares and traps since there must be rabbits and such around here and until his back is better, archery doesn't make sense.

The tree he was sitting in before has become his place on the farm, he can see the road and the house and just work without being in anyone's way.

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