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It wasn't the nicest restaurant on the colony. Hell, it probably wasn't even passable by some people's standards. It was a favorite, though - somewhere he'd been to often whenever he came through on his travels. It was as good of a place as any. Besides, he wasn't here for the restaurant alone, he was here to meet someone.

It had been months. His hair was a little longer - not noticeable by anyone else, but definitely enough to annoy Heero, and he really needed to find the time to do something about it - but otherwise, he hadn't changed much. He wondered if Duo had. He'd have to wait and see. Speaking of waiting, what was taking...? Did something happen?

Heero leaned back a bit in his chair, unconsciously spinning his glass of water in place while he waited.

backside-360.livejournal.com

[Just by virtue of being one of the muses that have been around for years and years, Tobias is not at all a stranger to the setting shifting around. He's not exactly a fan of this latest shift, though it doesn't show that much in his expression. Still, you wouldn't exactly appreciate being suddenly thrown into a dark, urban alleyway, would you?

Every attempt he makes to think of another place, to shift the scenery, ends up failing. The sky momentarily fizzles, as though it were a huge screen suffering from static, but it eventually just fades right back into the same hazy night sky. He's still not surprised. A little concerned, and he frowns a bit to show as much, but not surprised. Not even worried. ... Much.

He stuffs his hands in his coat pockets and looks around. There's no one immediately in sight, but he can definitely hear all the typical sounds of a large city on a Saturday night clamoring in the near distance. He's probably not far from a popular downtown area.]

So... what does that mean? Is something supposed to happen here?

[Maybe your character needs magical healing? Maybe they're alone and need an escort - safety in numbers, right? Maybe they're looking for a fight in just such a dark alleyway? ~~Maybe they're looking for a certain kind of herb that this guy's probably got, wink wink nudge nudge?~~ Or maybe your character's just stuck in this suspicious looking alleyway, too...?]

((OoC: Totally open! Party post, even, if you feel like it! If you want to go to other parts of the city, feel free to completely make shit up. ♥ I'm doing this to test character voice, so let me know if something seems weird!))

wordsnwarcraft.livejournal.com

Tim's apartment was nothing special, as far as he was concerned, even though most of his visitors often commented on how surprisingly classy the furniture and decor were. (Usually followed by, "Especially compared to how it looks outside." He wasn't sure how to feel, really.) The other comments usually related to how weird it was that the living room was a bit messy, but the kitchen was always, without fail, spotless. No one really seemed to understand that the kitchen wasn't so much spotless as it was downright unused. Cooking? No way, not when places delivered. And speaking of delivery, what the hell was taking the pizza guy so long?

He was about to the point of pacing. He forced himself to sit still in his computer chair, and busied himself by clicking through random forums - his ~~daily~~ ~~hourly~~ usual routine - and when that was done, he contemplated starting a game. Well, if the delivery guy was going to take his precious time, why not?

He sighed, leaning back in the chair and crossing his arms. May it never be said that Tim was a patient individual.

shapechanged.livejournal.com

Desiree sat in her bed, back against the headboard and arms limp at her sides, trying not to just immediately fall asleep. She didn't remember how long ago Kelsie left to get Jesse, but she figured they'd be back soon enough. That would mean no more pain. And that would be very nice, yes. She groaned, still a bit delirious, and lifted a hand to hold her still-bleeding shoulder. She winced at the contact, but shouldn't she be trying to apply pressure? Right, something like that... Okay. No more thinking.

With a faint groan, she dropped her arm once more, slumped lower against the headboard and closed her eyes. So much pain... The sooner Jesse arrived, the better.

bloodydeduction.livejournal.com

[Sherlock has decided that he likes whatever this place is - a replication of his apartment, yes, but it has just the right mix of quiet and chaos going on in the background that he can get some proper thinking done. And God knows he has a lot of thinking to do right now.

He sits on one end of the couch, hands together and resting beneath his chin, eyes closed. The observant will notice just how tense he is, as if he's expecting something to happen. The ridiculously observant may notice the small spots on the left side of his collar - dried blood stains, there for days at least. And those with a sort of "sixth sense" or whatever for odd things? Well... maybe you can figure it out.

He just sits, unmoving, for now. How long can a person keep this up, exactly...?]

((OoC: BBC'S Sherlock, AU'd! Wide open post, do feel free to bother him. He needs it.))

shapechanged.livejournal.com

[Desiree is feeling very unsettled. Currently, she's standing in what seems to look an awful lot like her bedroom, but she knows it isn't. There are two reasons this isn't her room: One, she doesn't have that many pillows on her bed - she used to, but not anymore. 2) Only seconds ago, she was in a dressing room at a high-end clothing store. So how did she get here...?

She hears something (Someone? You?) moving in the hallway outside. She squeezes into the space between the open door and the wall, wincing a bit when the door's hinges creeeeaak loudly. Still, she positions herself where she can peer through the crack. She waits and watches - and if danger is approaching, she knows exactly how she's getting the heck out of here...]

((OoC: Voice test! She's a shapeshifter, you've been warned. Be gentle?))

Current Mood: nervous

errantsquire.livejournal.com

A cat. She named her cat after me.

... Can someone please remind me again why it is I'm here?

Current Mood: annoyed

punkblaze

About. Fuckin'. Time. Geeeeez, I've been around for how long now?

Ah, this is great! I can finally talk to people! On my own time! ... Well, sort of on my own time. Hell, you know what I mean. Whatever.

[Eithan is practically vibrating in place - he'd bounce, but that's probably not a very masculine thing to do, so he's not going to. But the sentiment is there.]

Man. I don't even know what to do first!

((OoC: Voice "test"! ♥ Please talk to him? Character or 'player, doesn't matter.))

climokinetic.livejournal.com

[It's hot as hell outside. And, because the AC is broken, it's hot as hell in the house, too. Downright miserable. It's the kind of atmosphere where you want to move, because maybe it's cooler on the other side of the room (protip: it isn't), and you would also like to get out of the puddle of sweat that you seem to be generating, but it wouldn't help. Not at all.

Of course, that doesn't matter to Travis, because his room is an absolutely perfect temperature. Control over hot, cold and everything in between has its perks, really. He's coated his window in a thick layer of ice, and if that starts melting, he just freezes it back up again. While that generates a fair amount of cold on its own, he's also holding what seems like a steady stream of icy air between his hands. This provides both cold and a little bit of wind, and that's a very welcome relief.

Too bad that means his room is invaded by the other two men of the house.]

Seriously, guys? I could go on and on about how body heat just makes this harder on me, but I have a feeling you won't listen. So would you listen to why are you both still here?

[At least the girls were off shopping - he wouldn't have been able to tolerate all four of them for long.]

Current Mood: hot

xps1710.livejournal.com

[You've found yourself in a huge house: three stories, seemingly endless rooms. There's music going in all of them: typical beats to dance to, most of them generic. Maybe a song or two that you know actually comes on, but it's tough to say - the music spans across worlds, after all. A little bit of everyone's tastes has gone into this mix. Overall, it is most excellent.

Living rooms, parlor rooms, bedrooms... whatever you want, it's there. Just look hard enough. One room is entirely dance floor, with colored lights and strobe lights and plenty of shiny, reflect-y things that just serve to add even more flare and color to the room.

And, of course, there is a huuuge bar that takes up a rather large room, complete with booths and tables for your seating pleasure. And, of course, little miss Kiori here is your bartender.

She is grinning. Smugly. She has also already poured herself a huuuuge drink of God only knows what. She raises it high, laughing.]

And so, now that the little duck has been shipped out for repairs three times now, and is about to get completely wiped and reformatted... we now have even more proof that I was the best laptop ever! Time to celebrate! Woohoo!!

[Enjoy, everyone. It's totally time to party, drink and misbehave.]

millenia

First - Post as your character.

** Before you reply!** visit random.org to generate a random number between 1 and 5, to determine how you reply from the list below:

1. You are affectionate and clingy, and you won't want to leave the side of the person.
2. You are compelled to kiss the person.
3. You need to spill a secret to this person ASAP.
4. You will try to seduce the person.
5. You want to punch this person.

Post the number in the subject line of your reply, and GO!

Stolen with ♥ from

betenoire_rp
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daluci's fault

eternityunsaid.livejournal.com

It was overcast. Most nights were these days, with summer quickly approaching. It was also colder out than it should be, which Abe was none too pleased about, but he supposed it could be worse. It could be raining after all. He really hoped that thinking that wouldn't cause it to actually happen.

He pulled his jacket closer to himself as a particularly strong gust of wind kicked up behind him. This was not going to be a very productive night, he could tell already. Most sane people were definitely inside on a night like this, and it wasn't likely people would be enjoying themselves in taverns or the like with a storm threatening to come any hour now. He wondered if maybe he should just turn back and try again tomorrow. For a moment, he contemplated just breaking in somewhere, but he'd already decided he didn't want to cause any trouble, so that was out.

A window across the way caught his eye. Light - a single candle, nothing more, and it looked like it was moving. Someone was awake. Why? Curiosity got the better of him and he went in for a closer look. Maybe he'd get lucky after all...

He stood near the window, hands in his pocket, and tried to peer inside. Whoever it was hadn't noticed him yet, but whoever it was also looked very familiar. He couldn't make out the young man's features through the dim candlelight and slightly warped glass of the window, but he could definitely tell that the figure was turning to walk out. Abe backed away from the window and hid himself behind a cart. At this point, he was more interested in figuring out who this was and what he could possibly be doing awake at this hour in a tailor's shop...

eamagination.livejournal.com

[Eames happens to be in a library at the moment (or what appears to be one, in any case), and is walking along the outside line of the shelves, grinning.]

This isn't half bad, really. I could offer a few suggestions, of course, but just the lack of projections means it's cosier than most dreams I've visited.

errantsquire.livejournal.com

[Really, all wooded roads look the same, so in theory, it would be difficult to know if one was really lost or not. Still, Fisk has this feeling that he just can't shake - that this is not where they're supposed to be, and that they're no longer on the right path, and this is not a good thing. He's decided to take it in stride, though. Michael should know what he's doing, right? Well, insomuch as he ever knows what he's doing. Still...

A few more paces, and... no. Just no. This isn't right.]

Do you have any idea where we are right now?

((OoC: Wide open, and we'd love to have you. But you may get replies from

noblesir as well/instead. You've been notified. ♥))

lunarstatic.livejournal.com

[Eithan (who has no journal /swt) is sitting in a huge armchair, softly playing guitar.

Faythe is sitting on the armrest of said chair, and she's taken it upon herself to start singing along with Eithan's playing. Of course, it's an octave higher than the original, but that only serves to make it... more soothing. Sure, it should sound sad, but Faythe's too happy to let any sort of negative emotion into her voice. As a result, it's much more uplifting.

Care to listen to the free show? Pull up one of a million cushions, chairs, pillows... there are some couches, too. Plenty of people to talk to, plenty of nice music. Something in the room will lift your mood, you just have to find the right bit of it.]

Man... I haven't been around in a while. Any requests? [Grin!]

((OoC: relaxing time. Feel free to jump in, we'd love to have you.))

maxwellian.livejournal.com

While the movie was on, it hadn't been so bad. It wasn't a silent experience, by any means (when Duo involved, it rarely was), but comments were directed toward the screen instead of each other, and any silence was easily filled by the film continuing on. Once it ended, it was harder to keep himself distracted from the fact that things were off-balance, and that made it harder to pretend that they weren't. It was a stupid cycle, but he wasn't going to let the fact that he'd asked about something he probably shouldn't have screw up their friendship. Especially since it hadn't. Not yet.

It wasn't the asking that was causing the problem, it was the fact that things seemed different, but they weren't different, not really, and that was seriously throwing Duo off. It would almost be easier if Heero had been angry, if only because then Duo's nervous energy could be used trying to fix things instead of trying to not mess things up by anticipating nonexistent issues. He was trying to ignore all of that, though, so he just leaned back in his seat and stretched. If he acted like there wasn't anything wrong, there wouldn't be anything wrong... right? "That one wasn't terrible. Told you I could find a good movie if you gave me another chance."

spellblood.livejournal.com

[Jacob knows all about musespace. Hell, technically he was born here. So, what has he made of this area? A flawless duplicate of the courtyard of The Academy of the Darker Arts. It's sunset, autumn, and he's taken a seat beside a fountain that looks like it hasn't been turned on since at least the summer before last. He's hunched over, head in his hands, still. Something is troubling him, that much is obvious.

But he does eventually look up, as do they all when they have something to say to the muser.]

Hey. ... I know you care, alright? I get it. Just stop putting it off. That could just... make it worse, I don't know. ... Hell, do you even know exactly what's happening? [Sigh.] Know what? Forget it. Do whatever.

[With a sigh, he stands. His little dragon is here, too, and she kicks off the stone she's perched on and lands on his outstretched arm. She chirps, as if trying to comfort him, and rubs her head against his shoulder.]

... Not your fault. All hers. As always.

eternityunsaid.livejournal.com

Welcome to downtown Atlanta. It is currently 95 degrees and sunny on this bright, beautiful, hot as hell afternoon, and that heat doesn't seem to be letting up anytime soon, let alone by the end of the day. Which is probably at least five hours away anyway. It's summer, after all...

Despite the heat, Abe was grinning ear to ear. There's so much to do in a city, why shouldn't he be excited? Never mind he'd seen most of it before, that didn't matter when you took into account the amount of new attractions that could be around here somewhere if you just knew where to look. Somehow, he'd gotten his cousins to join him on this journey through the city, park to park, looking for things to do. He was glad for the company, but they could be a little more excited about this at least, couldn't they?

He turned to give them a mock-put-upon look, trying to get them to stop lagging behind. He then made a show of tapping his foot and waiting on them to catch up. One of them could see it fully well. The other would just have to pick up on the act from his very audible, very exaggerated sigh. The next park was only another block. Couldn't they go a little faster? They could stop then. Really. Ignoring he'd promised that the last two parks...

pulselancer

Well, alright now.

[In strolls a dark-haired woman, looking the main room over very carefully as she goes, though it seems like nothing more than a passive, disinterested glance at her surroundings. She stops in the center, one hand on her hip, and sighs.]

I'm here. You asked, I came. So what now? Somethin' in it for me?

[She flops backwards into a rather comfy looking overstuffed leather armchair, crossing her legs and drumming her fingertips against the armrests.]

Besides the comfy furniture, I mean.

darkercalling

[Riku's far too used to musespace doing strange things, and with all this talk of tropics, palm trees, beaches... he should have expected this. He didn't, though.

He was seriously just trying to teleport back to his house, having just finished a long day at work for the guild, but no. He's somehow managed to end up in the lobby of a huge, five-star hotel that... well, from the looks of it, seems to be set on a tropical island. In fact, the ocean is in plain view right out the back window.

He sighs heavily, one hand on his hip.]

No point complaining. I wonder how long I'm stuck here...

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