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Who: Toothless, and you (open)
When: Day 165
Where: Cafeteria/kitchen
What: It's dinnertime, but Night Furies are ill-equipped to deal with refrigerators.
Warning: ...caustic amounts of cute?

( The container with a curiously cold center held the fish captive, as he was held captive outside of it. )

tryingitall

Who: Balthazar and Donna
When: Backdated to before the hellhound invasion.
Where: Donna's room.
What: Fluff and cuddles.
Warnings: Possibly sexy fluff and cuddles. /eyebrow waggle

He's hardly known as the most responsible of angels, but let it never be said Balthazar neglects his promises to have fun. Bright and early on the morning promised, he's up and in the kitchen, brewing coffee with cinnamon and throwing together a few pancakes. Donna claimed she didn't want much in the way of food, but he feels obliged. Maybe it's force of habit from tending his garden, before.

In any case, when he knocks on her door, he has a cup in one hand and a plate in the other, the latter stacked with pancakes in a puddle of blueberries and syrup. "Are you up yet, love?" He calls cheerfully, even though he could just as easily fly past the closed door.

thatoldthatkind

Who: The Doctor and Fortescue
When: Day 162
Where: Hola there is an outside world!
What: ADVENTURE. What are the odds of running into zombies?
Warnings: None that I can think of.

( Read more... )

lightgunhustler

Who: Jo Harvelle & Sam Winchester
When: Day 157
Where: The kitchen, and wherever else this takes them.
What: Supply run gone wrong.
Warnings: Death and gore. :<

( Read more... )

blackmagus

Who: Fortescue & McCoy
When: Day 158
Where: Infirmary.
What: Hellhounds bite well. Too well. Time to get that patched up.
Warnings: Injuries. Flirting?

( She'd always been more of a cat person, anyway. )

cinereoargenteus

Who: Garrett and Raphael
When: Day 157
Where: The kitchen
What: A rescue from hellhounds.
Warnings: Probably violence and injuries.

Garrett had mostly been keeping a low profile after being warned about these devil dogs. He'd learned the hard way back home that just blindly moving forward, thinking he could handle things himself, wouldn't keep himself safe. He had to be smart if he wanted to stay alive. Still, he couldn't stayed holed up in his room forever, ears twitching every time he heard a snarl or a howl.

He'd gone to the kitchen when the hunger gnawing away inside his belly became greater than the fear inside his head. He'd put some water on to boil and then began looking for something quick and easy to make. That's when he heard the howls right outside the door. How had they snuck up on him so fast? He turned around slowly as the door to the kitchen was slammed open by something that he couldn't even see.

Faced with a stronger predator, he still put on a brave face. Ears flattened back to his skull, he stared down where he thought the big beast was. Maybe he wasn't able to see it, but he could still hear it. "Leave now and maybe you'll get outta here in one piece," he said. Two sets of scraping claw marks appeared in the floor in response. Two of them? This had gone from bad to worse "No? Okay then." He reached into his pocket, drawing out his salt lick. Raphael had said they didn't like the stuff. He dropped it into the pot of boiling water.

There was a tense moment where neither of them moved. Then he heard a roar as the first beast charged. Garrett grabbed the pot's handle, heedless of the hot metal. and dumped the boiling salt water onto the hellhound. The yelping cries of pain were intermingled with the second's growls. Garrett turned and began to run across the kitchen, a desperate prayer in a mixture of Common and his own Tongue on his lips.

somereliance

Who: Watson and Open.
When: Day 156
Where: the atrium
What: dog days.
Warning: violence. strange comedy. John Watson with a sword.

It was a grim sight. On the first day into the invasion; which was what John privately thought of it, even if there hadn't been any kind of official notification. By the second day, things seemed like a nightmare come to life. If he'd had any lingering doubt about the strange, other worldly quality of this place, it was all but vanished upon the first blood welling bite.

Rather luckily, John had been heading into his own room at the time. A quick slam of the door had dislodged that particular dog's efforts. Still. It took a moment for him to work through the reality of the situation. He'd been tricked once before, into believing that a killer canine was after him. This wasn't the hallucinogen and shadows playing havoc with his mind though.

This was bitter horror.

John's next worry was for Sherlock, and Mary, and Meja. (and more or less just anyone else in the building, yes, even Gabriel) So he went and tried tracking down those dearest to him. More or less successfully in some cases.

When he found Meja, he'd discovered another interesting fact. She had a spare sword, broad and well balanced. His normal talents were well into the area of sharp shooting, but gunless, he fell back on other kinds of military training and sheer determination.

On the third day; John was walking through the Atrium of the building. He'd encountered one roaming pack the night before, but hadn't found someplace safe to hold up in for a quick nap. Needless to say, Watson was a tired man, but he soldiered on.

oldfashionedhero

Who: Steve Rogers and OPEN
When: Day 154
Where: Basement
What: Exploring. Hellhounds?
Warnings: Possible hellhound violence

( It was amazing the routines that you could fall into, even in circumstances like these. )

foundacause

Who: Meg and OPEN
Where: All around the Science Centre
When: Day 154 - Day 158
What: Hellhounds are running amok and Meg is trying not to die – aka the catch-all Meg post
Warnings: Language, gore, violence and lots of it. Character death.

( The dog days are over )

somereliance

Who: Watson and Open. (with a thread for Sherlock)
When: Day 151
Where: Kitchen and various.
What: John has found his footing a bit, but more puzzles have arisen.
Warning: none.

[for sherlock; kitchen]

John was making tea. It was something of a ritual, in fact. He found something different to look at every day he was here, but in the end, tea was always there for him. John was rather fond of tea.

There was someone else he suspected that he was rather fond of, though he couldn't say exactly how it was so. It was something that he needed to discuss with Sherlock.

Sherlock.

Everything else faded a bit when he thought about that too. Well. Now that John was able to think of his friend without wanting to crush his tea cup he thought maybe it was high time to actually see the other man, so he sent a short text, informing Sherlock of his location. Whether the infamous consulting detective would show? That was anyone's guess.

[open]

At some point in the day, John thought it might be nice to stop by the Hydroponics Lab and visit with Meja. She was a nice woman and one could never have enough of those in one's life. Until then, John's feet led him in search of another nice woman. The one that was unforgettable. Only, John seemed to have forgotten her.

He wanted to know why these memories were missing. She was a mystery. Not the kind that could be solved like a case. But.. the kind that took a lifetime to unravel. Here he was thinking thoughts that had no business being tied to strangers but.. well, John was a man of particular quirks of his own. Getting attached far too fast and far too easily was the very least of those.

In the meantime. He looked out for a door with Mary's name on it.

wolfofmidgard

Who: Meja and you.
When: Day 151, afternoon.
Where: Somewhere between the library and the hydroponics lab.
What: Wary of growing complacent, Meja is back to experimenting with magic to see if she can't make any breakthroughs.
Warning: n/a

( And make decisions that you think are your own )

blackmagus

Who: Fortescue, Castiel, Balthazar
When: Day 148
Where: Corridors.
What: She's back in the Science Center, and things did not go so well back home.
Warnings: Hallucinations, mentions of torture.

( Who am I when I'm alone? )

no_eels

Who: Toothless, and you
When: Day 147
Where: The corridors. Or realistically, anywhere.
What: A Nightfury has arrived in the Science Center!

( If you're out and about, you might just have a dragon sighting... )

somereliance

Who: John Watson and Open
When: Day 147
Where: John's room and various.
What: newbie be wandering

At first John just sat a good long while on his bed. It was typical. Though he'd thought himself well beyond the days when he was deliberately trolled by the universe at large. Once he'd stumbled into that sort of role however, the universe seemed reluctant to let him out of it.

His first impressions were poor, that is to say, if this was Mycroft's idea of trying to reconnect through enforced placement. John was going to have to have words with the elder Holmes. Currently the only Holmes, but that was another of those things that John didn't like to think about, so they got brushed back into the recesses of his mind. A much less organized place than one would think for such an upstanding and productive British citizen.

Realization gradually sank in however, this was no effort of Mycrofts to lure him into conversation by means of science experimentation.

He was well and truly stuck.

The where's and why's and how's of the matter spun John's head in circles until it was clear that no matter how often he tried, he was not going to deduce any answers from what was inside his conveniently labeled room. Other minds might prove better at that task, but it was always in John's nature to go and look, even if he might not know what it was he was looking for. Or at.

John H. Watson was the picture of polite curiosity, finding no one outside his room to stop him. He wandered freely.

vates

Who: Kevin Tran and Chuck Shurley
When: Day 140
Where: The library, which definitely exists even though it's not on the Locations list, and I'm too lazy to go and add it, but it's there.
What: Prophets unite!

( just a slob like one of us )

laevisilaufeyson

Who: Loki Laufeyson, Thor Odinson
Where: Ss... omewhere. Around. Wandering.
When: The rough temporal vicinity of Thor's untimely arrival.
What: w h y
Warnings: While I'm fairly certain les frères douche could use a warning all their own, none in particular. I think. Will update if necessary.

( it took all the man in me to be the dog you wanted me to be )

tryingitall

Who: Balthazar and anyone who wants a piece of him.
Where: All over the halls, possibly the kitchen and/or atrium.
When: During the Bloodlust event.
What: Snark with a sharper edge than usual. Possible violence.
Warnings: None yet, if things get gory I'll add a note.

It starts small, just a feeling of restless irritation. He chalks it up to the loss of some of his hobbies, and tries to distract himself by mapping out the place, like he'd told Michael he would.

Of course, the place isn't amenable to being mapped, and the activity reminds him that Michael's here, and that makes him feel watched. Trapped. Like a college student who's been forced back into his parents' home to live, he finds he resents the idea more than he ever did before.

It builds from there, and before long, he's quietly vandalizing furniture--breaking chairs, picking panels off the walls, even drawing his sword to jab at various inanimate objects. He leaves a trail of damage in his wake, everything from bolts and screws to broken glass.

If anyone catches up to him, they'll find him in an empty room, balancing his blade in one hand to fling into the wall, embedding it halfway to the hilt, only to withdraw it and try the same trick again. Repeatedly. Swissshhhhh....thunk!

happytobleed

Who: Castiel and Dean
Where: Their shared suite
When: Shortly after Kevin shows up
What: An end to mutual avoidance
Warnings: -

( Read more... )

couldntreach

Who: Bucky + ?
When: Days 138
Where: The Halls outside his assigned room and onward
What: Phones are for patsies.
Warning: Violence, language, fighting

The message on the phone went, for the most part, ignored. There were bigger concerns for Bucky to deal with than a stranger on the radio comms and one of those was finding where Steve and the other Commandos have vanished to. They had been preparing for the mission to intercept the train. It was a dangerous mission, but then, so were all of their missions, and the boys were crazy enough to keep on going.

But this mission was important, and more than that, they had a deadline. That was what kept him pushing on, even after waking up in a room with too much steel. Far too sterile. He had jolted awake in a panic, with wild eyes on his surroundings. For a few heart-stopping moments, the soldier had been certain he was back at the Hydra base. Fighting guards trying to strap him back down to a table.

It was enough to get his adrenaline racing and his nerves on high-alert.

Which meant that the highly-trained and dangerous soldier was walking the halls like enemy territory. A dangerous battleground. Armed only with a broken piece of chair frame and the race of his pulse, he searched for a way out, keeping radio silence to avoid getting detected sooner.

Whoever grabbed him, had to have been after all of them. Which meant Steve and the other men had to be here somewhere. They had to be.

calmyourmind

Who: Charles + Anita (though other people can stumble across him as well
When: Days 139 (Post-event)
Where: The Kitchen
What: Charles decides to have a go at those alien foods.
Warning: Strange effects of alien foods? No warnings really.

It's not that there is anything exactly wrong with the supplied food... (TV dinners are an acquired taste, and one Charles has never acquired), the normal foods always seem to be in fairly low supply and Charles is a curious creature by his very nature. It's no surprise that sooner or later he would not be able to resist the desire to figure out what thee mysterious fruits and vegetables are, and what they taste like.

He may not be the most gourmet of chefs, but unlike his mother, Charles knows his way around the kitchen. Today there is a lot of action going on in there. He managed to find and clean some suitable kitchenware, as well as scrubbing down an area of the kitchen heavily until it looked glaringly out of place with the rest of the kitchen. Clean and organized as Charles works away, chopping, peeling and removing the pits and seeds from various strange colored and shaped food items. Each pit or group of seeds has its own separate place on a paper towel for his other upcoming project. (Cleaning up the atrium and attempting to plant some living plants.)

If anyone drops by the kitchen at any point on day 139, Charles will gladly cook something for them. All they have to do in return is play guinea pig for taste testing and determining the best ways to handle the different food products.

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Breakfast in Bed (for Donna, backdated).

❝ and now it's time to build from the bottom of the pit right to the top. ❞

Closing your eyes to disappear;

Insert doctor pun here.

When the fires have surrounded you, with the hounds of hell coming after you

[day 156; open]

(no subject)

You can't carry it with you if you want to survive

[day 151]

❆ So you're feeling tied up to a sense of control

012 ✳ day 148 ✳ closed

Lightning and death (open)

[day 147; open]

what if god was one of us?

yes, shall we take a spin again in business? this time it's fixed, let's sweeten our facilities

Backdated Bloodlust

I'd be dancing with your ghost

Blood pounding in my eardrums like a battle cry.

Someone rang the dinner bell?

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