28 February 2014 @ 05:53 pm
They said she had to go away and leave the City - no matter what. She had to leave the Library and her greenhouse and her little house built into the hill and all the places and things and people that had made her feel safe and special here.

Where would she go?

Rain had gotten a second backpack to put the rest of her special things in - the bird Tony had made for her and pictures of her house and some of the people she had known and seeds from as many of the plants as she could get - including the special rainbow one she'd gotten for helping out the City. And her books. The Library had given her two special ones - she knew they were for her to keep because her name had appeared in them in this very fancy writing with a Thank You and a fancy L for a signature.

She cried a little when she found the books there on her last day and had cried more when she had to say good bye to her greenhouse and even more when she had to leave her little house for the last time.

And now here she was, peeking through all the doors and hoping she'd find someplace that looked like she'd be happy or at least safe. But she didn't know how to tell. How could a peek through a door tell her what the people would be like or if she'd ever find a place to belong?

But still she had to go and time was running out, so she'd keep peeking and hope that something would happen to tell her which one to pick.

And then there was a door...
04 January 2014 @ 04:17 pm
[ At first there is nothing but panic. Charles feels it race through his veins and spark out of the edges of him. Too many new minds are pressing in upon him and he cannot feel the ones he needs to the most. There is absence of prickling rage, of worry, of teenage bravery and very real fear and Charles acts on instinct, casting out for his friends and his family. People stop in the streets and wince as though simultaneously struck by a headache. He sees it at the very corner of his eye and immediately drops his fingers from his temple, the pain and worry leaking away from those around him to replaced by a blink and you'll miss it sense of apologetic peace.

He'd woken up slumped against the stone lip of a fountain, a device cradled in his hands, blue and yellow leather leaving a cold prickle against his skin. Now he looks at it for the first time, piercing blue eyes alarmed but severe as they peer into the screen. It's a computer, but not one that he's seen before and he lets himself examine it for a moment. It's almost easy to pluck the information out of a passing stranger, the unusual little box and it's communication methods. Charles doesn't necessarily like the thought, invasion of privacy and the so very obvious broadcasting of his helpless location but if he wants to get back to Erik and the children --.

Hello. [ Clipped, English accent and all, Charles still sounds so very young. Like a child trying on his father's suit. His own brow furrows, chastising himself internally. ] My name is Charles Xavier. It would appear I've gotten a little ... turned around. [ Undoubtedly. This feels more of a English-American mix and not the sand of Cuban or the irritated buzz of Russians. He thinks momentarily of the red-skinned teleporter before deciding that's not what happened. ] I don't entirely know how I arrived here but I do know I was with a group. Four teenagers, a young woman and another fellow. If anyone could help me get in contact with them that would be much appreciated.

[ Already he has the sinking sensation of the world sealing itself off. But he can't be a pessimist, that wouldn't do. ]

( ooc: So if you'd like your character to get that little psychic shove of worry off Charles feel free. There's probably little way to figure out that it's him unless you know him but if you want to notice it go ahead. Also I have a permissions post if you want to opt out of him reading you. )
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[ooc: He's been walking in your dreams, now you can walk in his. Feel free to explore the landscape or look for the dreamer. There's quite a bit to explore. Who knows where you'll end up if you start wandering...]
02 January 2014 @ 01:28 am
And when you close your eyes, you experience, just for a moment, a feeling of being everywhere. You're at the heart of a sun, and lifted on the winds of a supernova. You're standing in the center of a plasma storm. You see with a thousand eyes and feel matter and gravity at your fingertips. You laze back on a quark, and breathe in the sharp cold vacuum of space, walk the boards of a sentient starship made of light, and place a spark into the belly of an active volcano. In the darkness you lean in and exhale, and a cloud of dust stirs and sparkles, throwing dazzling light in every direction, and a new star swirls into life at the heart of it all. But all of this is a thought, a moment, confusing and short lived, and everything goes dark--because he knows you're there.

A crash of purple lightning rips across the darkness, which has become - now  - a storm rippled sky. End to end, it snaps and forks, and comes around full circle, casting shadows through the columns of the Grecian temple in which you've found yourself. Somehow it remains illuminated even when the lightning is gone. The smell of ozone hangs pungent, strong enough to taste on the tip of your tongue, a prelude to a downpour, and yet the storm is broken into a circular field of stars directly above, like a wishing pool so clear that it almost looks as though were you to breathe too hard, you might disturb some unfathomable surface into ripples. A single lone figure in robes of red and black sits on a high pedestal, in a glimmering throne, positioned so as to loom over the empty room. In shadow he sits, his face at first obscured.

This is his dream and he has absolute control of it. Enter at your own risk.

Five white, dazzling spotlights cast identical glare down on the single spot in which you stand, and an echoing, authoritative voice - Q's - calls out, loud and terrifying as a roar of thunder.

"Identify yourself and face judgement!"
28 December 2013 @ 10:57 am
Oh, it's sunny and beautiful and warm and all my flowers are blooming and happy and oh!

I am going to play with my flowers up here on the roof and then go back into the woods and run and play and maybe go swimming in the river!

Anyone want to come with me? It will be so much fun!
21 December 2013 @ 11:22 am
[A new face, although not one that seems confused by finding himself in a new world or even near the fountain. He's been here for a few days now, maybe you're even one of the people he's spoken to already.]

[His voice is old, powerful, yet serene somehow. And while one might expect someone so looking like a cowboy to have a drawl, his accent is light, cultured, with something almost but not quite there. It's been many and many-a since Gilead existed. The accent of the Barony has been leeched out of him over the decades, but a ghost of it still clings stubbornly.]

'Tis an odd level, aye. I'd not thought there were many with Beams and ways. And a carousel at the middle for this one. [Really, the rose made more sense than this. And the rose had more of a... feeling... with it. A rightness. The carousel does not have that, which may only indicate how close this level is to its own collapse.]

Are there any here who have actually dared whatever lies beneath it?
23 November 2013 @ 05:04 pm
If anyone's here to see me - or just wants to come see some beautiful flowers - I'm up on the roof of the Library.

Please come see me. It's really very beautiful here.

[OOC: Anyone's welcome!]
15 October 2013 @ 12:36 pm
No! No, no, no, NO!

[Rain is chasing around dozens of small candy corn children who are trying to wreck the greenhouse.]

Stop! Don't touch that!

[Finally, in frustration, Rain begins sweeping them over the edge of the roof to go crashing down onto the street at the base of the Library.]

I'm sorry, but you wouldn't listen!
03 October 2013 @ 03:31 pm
[A device comes on line and it appears to be sitting on a table at a cafe, facing the street. It is late afternoon. A few people are milling about, taking care of business, meeting friends, heading home. After a brief pause, a man appears about fifteen feet off the ground, and, thanks to the laws of gravity, promptly plummets to the street, landing hard, face down.

The device, apparently wanting the capture the full reaction of the latest arrival in the City, zooms in on the figure as best it can as it lies there, face down, arms splayed out at the last minute to try and stop his head from hitting the ground. He is dressed casually in blue jeans, work boots, a tee and a worn, leather jacket. His hair is brown and cut short and neat. He looks up, body tense, eyes narrowing at his surroundings, and tries to stand.

Pain shoots through his left leg, but he barely makes a sound and manages to shift to an awkward seated position, shortly followed, with the help of a chair, to an awkward standing position. He's a handsome man, with appealing features and an athletic build, but to say he currently looks confused, concerned and just a little pissed off would be an understatement. He is obviously looking for someone. When he speaks, his voice is deeper than his apparent age might suggest.]

Nonononono... Sam? Sam? Sammy!
27 September 2013 @ 04:02 pm
[A young man of about nineteen comes into focus. He's dressed in a very nice suit jacket and jeans. And an awesome vest. With cool shades. Do you know him? After his 'make-over', would you know him? His hair has been trimmed: no more severe bangs! Guess someone decided for a new look. The young man turns to the device and says...]

Hey. How's it goin'?

[ooc: This is Neil McCormick, believe it or not. His boss and friend, Lucy, has taken him for a hair cut and a shopping spree to update his look. He won't likely dress like this all the time now - as if - but it does make him look quite different. Go ahead, express your opinion or ask him if he's new to the City, lol!]
26 September 2013 @ 12:59 pm
[Rain was a ninja!

A kind ninja!

A flower and pretty stones ninja!

She dressed all in black and ninja-ed her way all over the City sneakily leaving flowers and pretty stones for everyone she saw. People she knew got nicer ones, of course.!]

[OOC: Feel free to have Rain run into you and leave you a gift. Also, please feel free to notice/catch her as she goes along. It will make her happy!]
08 September 2013 @ 07:53 pm
[Solomon's hand withdraws from activating his network device and he gives whatever audience he has a hesitant smile.]

My brother wishes for me to make new friends. It isn't as if I haven't made any in the past, I've had some very good ones. It's just that they leave so quickly...

Still, I suppose I should get back into the practice of it, and it is what Nathan wishes. So would anyone care to join me for some tea and conversation?

[ooc: Solomon has the joy of being cursed with 'I Cannot Tell a Lie'. What better way to start or discourage a friendship than with open disclosure?]

20 August 2013 @ 10:38 am
Rapunzel? Are you around? I thought maybe you'd be coming to the Library or something today.

Has anyone seen Rapunzel? She's really sweet, isn't she? I don't know her so very well, but when I woke up this morning, well, gosh... I just started thinking about how great she is and smart and all and with all that beautiful hair and I thought maybe, well, maybe we could sort of hang out sometime or something. You know.

[Rain woke up with a sweet little schoolgirl crush on Rapunzel!]
05 July 2013 @ 08:46 pm
Arthur? Mat? Tony? 'Mana?


Is anyone here again?

I miss you all so much.

[Open for any 4th wall or other interactions!</small]
23 June 2013 @ 07:33 pm
This is too scary.

Yesterday, people threw rocks at me when I was going home from the Library.

I just ran and ran into the woods until I got away from them and then waited till it was dark and went home when the moon came up to show me the way.

I don't know what's wrong. I didn't do anything to anybody.

I... I think I'm just going to stay home for a while.
12 May 2013 @ 02:06 pm
[ The feed starts with Clary placing her device down, a pencil holding her hair on top of her head and her smile bright. She's in a cafe, a cup of coffee cooling in front of her and her sketchbook sitting beside that. ]

It's kind of weird how much of life is put on hold when you get here. I mean I know there's the literal pause but sometimes it's so easy to forget what we used to be like before. Like how I wanted to take art classes.

[ Another pencil - the one not buried in red locks - is lifted and twisted around her fingers. ] And I hate that I'm not drawing as much here. So I was thinking. Would anyone be interested in modelling for me? I can't pay you but I can provide coffee and a delicious cake of your choosing and it would be kind of nice to get to know people too. [ It would be nice to prove she's Jocelyn's daughter more than Valentines too, but her nightmares are notwithstanding. ] So okay, any takers? I promise it'll be as painless as possible.
05 May 2013 @ 06:59 pm
[The image on the screen is of a scruffy looking man wearing a baggy black frock jacket, scraggly tie, and plaid pants. He looks like he’s nearing middle age, but his blue eyes have a mischievous, youthful glint. He runs a hand through his mop of dark hair and breathes deep through his nose, before making a face.]

Oh dear me. Of all the places they could have me land in. [Pulls at his jacket lapels] The gutter! Oh well, it could be worse I suppose. They could have me land in the middle of a molten river for all they care! Or the local sewer.[Looks up at the sky] Hm, now, what have we here? Oh, it would be helpful if I had someone to talk with. Like Jamie or Zoe. I wonder how Victoria turned out. [Begins walking down the alley and emerges onto a sunlit street] Oh splendid! I must be in America, perhaps even Los Angeles…I think. [Looks around] This can’t be right. Where is…where is everyone? Some place like this would be full of life at this time of day. [Checks his watch] Perhaps it’s Sunday. Very well. [Claps his hands] I haven’t been to a church service in ages. Or perhaps the local pub. I could at least get some idea there about this place. Hmm.
05 May 2013 @ 10:49 am
[It clicks on, just briefly... long enough to show Laruna not in her normal, cheerful self.

Instead, she's curled up in a ball on the floor muttering to herself.]

I can't hear... I can't hear... where'd it go... I can't hear it... Bring it back...

[And then it clicks off.]

((Guess who just got hit by the normal person curse! No powers for her.))
22 April 2013 @ 08:09 pm
[... it's hard to see or understand quite what's going on at first, darkness with the occasional glimpse of tree or ground, star or moon. Eventually the device seemed to be set down on the ground with the glint of river in the background. Rain appeared, kicking off her shoes and wading out into the river to climb up onto the big rock in the middle. She stared up at the stars and moon speechlessly for a while, then just buried her head in her arms and rocked herself under the stars.]
27 March 2013 @ 11:52 pm
They're so pretty!!

What do you think they will grow up to be?

I can hear them in there, almost like they're dreaming.