Mohinder wasn't sure what they were doing. Plans made while drunk tended to fall apart when sober, but in the cold light of day, the date still stood, and here he was getting ready to actually attempt something more than just social. It was crazy in a lot of ways. The two of them were both so damaged by the past few moths--what were they thinking? Or were they not, but just reacting? Or was he just second thinking everything too much?

Things with Gabriel were in an awkward place in his head. He was worried about him, but reliving far too much of what he'd done himself. History and parallel were too much. Bennet's arrival was just another person who knew who and what he'd become. But Nathan...understood that, even if Mohinder hadn't been able to talk about some of his deeper issues. And, no matter what he'd done, something about the other man made him smile.

So, he dropped Molly off with Daphne, thanking the speedster again, and now was finishing up getting ready. God, he couldn't even remember the last date he'd had. He and Maya had never gone out. Eden had always just come over, and it wasn't like that was...what it could have been. Road tripping with "Zane" was probably the closest he'd ever come in his time in America, and this...this was different, not something he could have done so openly at home.

Giving one last look in the mirror, he ran a hand through his curls, smoothed down the sweater he'd donned, and headed out into the living room to wait for Nathan.

Around the edges of the village, there were sparks of light. Bright and brilliant, close to the ground and illuminating the small outskirt buildings. Each accompanied by a soothing, low hum.

Deceptively lovely. And unfortunately a grim warning of what was yet to come.

Out of those portals... things... began to walk. Crawl. Roll. However they could pour out. Like any newcomer, they had no idea why they were here. Though most of them had cause not to care, either.

The creatures started advancing on the village.

[(If you're getting assimilated, throw me an 'assimilate' in the title. Feel free to witness the portals or be standing somewhere where something can sneak up on you. If you have any questions or ideas, ping me an email at notleonardnimoy at gmail dot com.)]

Zelda was a little shocked to see she'd lost two employees in one blow but truly, having Michael and Shawn leave together would have been what she'd chosen for them. The two had been in love, after all, and it would have been utterly unfair to see one wrenched with heartache that the other had gone. She'd been down that path before.

So she made a little sign and placed it in the window, advertising her need for another employee. Just one would suffice; she and Ahio managed quite well normally and one other would help with the holiday traffic.

Help Wanted, inquire within. Children and animals welcome, as always.

Parker wandered through the halls of the hotel box of cereal tucked under his arm. He was bored not just bored he was very bored. He decided that exploring the hotel would give him something to do and he might find somebody that was interesting to talk to. He stuffed a handful of the cereal in his mouth pushing the button on the elevator. Parker knew he could have asked his dad to do something and probably before he went wandering off but he had left a note sort of. He stepped into the elevator leaning against the back wall watching as the doors went to slide closed.

The theater wouldn't do for this. Too small. So in the brief amount of time he'd had left for himself, he'd set up in one of the caverns just outside of the village.

Lore unfortunately couldn't quite drop his theatrical flair, especially now when the moment was upon him. The new and improved Travis hadn't been able to bring in the Northern looking one, but that was fine. That was fine. If he could be kept out during the meeting with Davros, that would be what mattered. Keep the victims all crammed in a cave off to themselves, bound and gagged (and using cuffs that would hold one of his kind, so holding a Time Lord should be easy) until the trade was done. Keep the eldest Doctor's mouth covered until the deal was made.

But he had to take a moment to rub it in the Doctor's face. The ones he'd managed to capture, anyway.

[(Whoever's mentioned used with permission / stuff handwaved. Parts separated into threads to make things go quicker. Battle post for Borging / other enemies going up tomorrow.)]

A day off of work was an excuse to stay in pajamas all day. And not her pajamas - one of James' shirts and a pair of pants as she cleaned the apartment. It wasn't just this day that she was off either; it was a three day weekend, and she was going to take advantage of it. No clinic work (unless someone went into labor and then, well she couldn't just tell them to come back Monday) and no research. Today was about cleaning and the bottle of wine she'd picked up on Wednesday with exactly this idea in mind.

While James worked, she made her way from room to room, Petula Clark playing on the stereo. Before she could call herself done though, she had to take the trash downstairs and out. Garbage bag in hand, the door closed behind her and locked just as she remembered her key. Trying the door anyway, she groaned and realized her messenger was inside as well. She had no shoes on, and she was wearing a button up shirt that was infinitely too big for her, and it was cold outside. She wasn't walking to the bookstore to get the key.

Making her way downstairs, she threw the trash away like she'd planned, and looked for hotel staff that was amazingly absent. Looking at her watch, she decided to wait, either for James or someone behind the counter to let her into her room. Sitting down on one of the couches, she picked up a magazine to thumb through.

Charlie knew when something wasn't right, and after she was kissing Hiro one minute and in the dark the next, she knew something was very wrong. It was the darkest darkness that she'd ever been in, and she called out softly.

"Hiro? Hiro, where did you bring me? Is this some kind of surprise?" She decided to just start walking, and she held her hands out as a kind of guide. Running into a wall, she brushed her fingers over it and eventually found a knob. Swallowing, she twisted and was relieved when it gave way. Opening the door, she blinked a little at the light and stepped through.

Greeting her was a cobblestoned village with dusk settling over it. Walking out into the street, she turned to get a look at where she'd been, but to her shock, there was no building there. Only trees. "Oh. Well that's definitely not right," she decided as she rubbed her hands up and down her bare arms. She was still wearing her waitress outfit and it turned out, it was a little chilly in this place.

Starting to walk, she decided she'd have to find someone to help her, but she decided to call out for Hiro one more time.

"Hiro! Hiro, where are you?" She even called out in Japanese, just in case.

Currently accepting rp solicitations? Yes
Name/Alias: Grey
Age: 43
Theme(s) for which you would be willing to play for: X-Men (movieverse/au), original realistic law/crime, original modern supernatural, Marvel comics
Preferred setting(s): messageboard (non-invision), lj/ij
Experience: 25 years of tabletop, usenet, MU*, messageboard, pbem, livejournal.
Roleplay sample: Available on request.
Any other info: I currently have three characters looking for homes --

Michael Pointer (Weapon Omega) -- An AU version of the X-character, dialed back power-wise so he's not "Rogue: Area Effect - Whole Damn Planet." He's a mutant-hunting US Marshal hiding his own 'genetic status' and would work best in a x-movieverse or pure X-Men game focused on human-mutant relations.

Hannibal King -- The vampire detective. True to the original Tomb of Dracula/Dr. Strange canon, not the Blade movie version. He comes in three flavors: pre-Montesi, Montesi, and post-Montesi, depending on the status of vampires in your universe.

Nicholas Todd -- Original character. Invalided out of Delta Force after a brain injury that left him with occasional seizures, he's a classic go-to guy and good as either an independent expert contractor or a right-hand man/kingmaker to the right king. For games with a supernatural bent, his injury may have 'gifted' him with some kind of psychic power, as well.

(My preference is very much for pb avvies over artwork, but I'll look at games using the latter).

Preferred method of contact (include information on how to do so): Comment here or ping quantumowl@YM/AIM. Note -- I'm often invisible on YM/AIM, so feel free to page even if I don't seem to be around.

Birthdays were not something Adam bothered with much anymore, though this one having been the first he'd been free for in thirty years made it worth celebrating, he supposed. If nothing else, it made a nice excuse for a date, and he'd take any of those he could get. It was occasionally a little disturbing to realize how good he was being--he'd played video games with Hiro instead of killing him, after all--but then he considered the rewards and, since it wasn't like there was anything to achieve here, anyway, settled back in to non-megalomaniacal charm.

He wasn't quite as nervous this time, but he still found himself little on edge in anticipation of the night, which was also a bit ridiculous if he thought about it too much, so he didn't. Instead, he just smoothed his jacket down, took one last look in the mirror, and headed downstairs to meet Peter.

Getting locked in on a hotel floor hadn't been Kaylee's most perfect idea of fun, but Inara had been there, and it wasn't like she weren't used to small quarters. Really, her room here was bigger'n the engine room on Serenity, and she was used to going a while without fresh air, so. It hadn't been so bad.

This whole bein' kidnapped by a village thing wasn't as scary as she felt at first--least not if she didn't think too hard about it. So, she resolved that she'd treat it like some sort of adventure, enjoy bein' able to spend time with Inara, and learn about new people and places. Might be, even, she could get herself a pretty dress to run around in some, seein' as how she was in a hotel not an engine room.

Of course, bein' all still-like weren't really normal, either, and she was feeling a mite bit restless. Probably, she ought to get herself a job to at least pass the time, nevermind money. There weren't a whole lot of things she knew how to do, but fixin' engines was something she'd been called a genius at, so, that in mind, she made her way to the garage to see if anyone might be about.

Feeling a bit nervous, she swung by the cafe first to grab a snack, though she wasn't sure she could eat it. Somehow the pastry and coffee--both better'n anything she'd ever had, really--just sat in her hands as she sat in a chair and stared at them, trying to think what to say when she got to the garage. Weren't like she'd ever even seen a car, really, but an engine was an engine, right? She could do this...

[ooc: catch her at cafe, garage, or on street in between--just let me know where. :-)]

So much in the village had changed. Most of the Chicago contingent had now gone, and Carlos found he missed them.

But, he couldn't dwell on things too much. That way lay depression, and Carlos wasn't that kind of person. He got on with it.

Today, he was grabbing a coffee from the cafe, before heading to the restaurant to open up. Maybe he should have an open evening soon. Do something in the lead up to Christmas.

As the new guidance counselor of the school, Tami had to admit that it wasn't as busy as she was used to; not like back in Dillon High. But this school had a pleasant feel to it. She had to admit she liked it.

It was Friday, and the kids here were brimming with excitement that she could feel in the air. That one never changed whether it be Dillon High or Haurvatat's school. Kids (and teachers, too, come to think of it) liked Fridays.

So there Tami was, in her office, the door open and welcoming to anyone, she sat at her desk, smiling as she ruffled though the paperwork from this past week.

Thirteen hadn't been out without the obligation of work laced around the edges in a long, long while. She liked her work though, so it wasn't as if it were a huge sacrifice. Even her work at the clinic was fine, but tonight wasn't about being a doctor or a bartender. It was about having fun, having some drinks, and making her way home at ungodly hour, only to sleep in the next morning until even brunch wasn't being served. Then she could make her own huge breakfast and settle in on her day off with movies.

Dressed in tight pants and a halter top that tied around her back, she was at In & Out, currently dancing on the floor with her hair down.

When Shawn awoke, it was later than usual. The clock said nearly 9 AM. To make matters even more unusual, Michael was still in bed with him, curled against his back. After a moment just spent lying there, Shawn turned to get closer to Michael and when he did, he looked around.

( Michael, wake up )

[ooc: here be Shawn and Michael's exit post.]

His brothers are probably entirely too used to it, but maybe folks in the village aren't.

Raphael has this habit of vanishing. You know, just up and gone. Stops coming in to work. Doesn't show up at the cafe. Doesn't come home for days. Leo and Mike know the drill -- it just means something has tripped a trigger in their most off-kilter brother and he needs his down time.

Rarely does it last this long, however. Still, he seems to have emerged from the places he found to hide -- the too clean sewers, the darkest part of the wood -- but hasn't seen fit to come down and play nicely with the other kids. He's stuck to the roof, to the shadows, to the hidden places in his silence.

Now, he's just waiting for the other shoe to drop, sitting in his usual spot near the theater marquee and writing in his battered red journal.

It's mottled feather bookmark is ominously missing.


[Just establish-y, really, for the plot coming.]

I myself is a rather big Black Jack fan and when I stumbled across the raws for ALIVE, I was excited. I manage to find a chapter done by "Yamada Naito", an author which my scanlation group wanted to do. So I gave them the chapter and they worked wonders.

Here (Just download at the bottom):
rabbitreich.wordpress.com/2009/11/08/black-jack-alive-naito-yamada-blissful-donor/

The Black Jack ALIVE series is basically when several authors were giving the ability to do what they want with Tezuka's Black Jack.

I just thought you guys would like to know and I hope you guys enjoy it.

Galen left PROXY and Mr. Muggles with Claire, figuring the holodroid with countless deadly training modules stored in his memory banks was more than enough protection and if not, hopefully the dog would make enough irritating noise to alert anyone in the neighboring rooms to trouble. He told Claire he was going to meditate in the glen, which was true enough, but he also planned to meet Nathan, a fact that he edited for the time being. She'd probably be upset that she wasn't there to introduce them, but truth be told, he felt much less pressure this way.

He started to walk straight to the glen, but paused at the treeline and turned to walk back to the stables, to wait for the other man's arrival so that he could show Nathan the way to his makeshift training grounds.

Laura was making her way home form the bakery when the sky decided to open up and dump rain. The day had been beautiful so she wasn't carrying an umbrella, and the rain didn't seem to be letting up.

Locking the door of the bakery, she took a deep breath before taking off running. She didn't make it far before she was soaked, but she kept going, and was reminded of times when she and her sisters would do the same thing only on purpose. It would drive her mother insane, and as Laura ran she could hear her sister's voices clear as a bell in her head.

"Laura catch us, I bet you can't!"

"I bet I can, I'm faster because I'm older!"

"We're faster because we're still little!"

By the time Laura made it to the hotel she was drenched and laughing, and she leaned over to brace her hands on her knees as she panted.

Having made the arrangements and contacted Christine, having found a time that worked for both of them (seeing as Tony's schedule was startingly open), he adjusted the lapels of his suit and the knot of his tie as he knocked on the door. Right on time. Pretty impressive, hmmm?

Reid wasn't sure what the hell he was doing but he was sure he had lost his mind.  He was only joking around with Pogue at first and so he didn't know what got him to the point of actually wanting to admit to the other boy that he was with Tyler.  All he had to say was that there was someone and that was that.  But know Pogue, he would have harassed  Reid till he found out and then there would be trouble because either Reid would have to lie or tell the truth anyhow.

And he didn't want to lie.

At one time he might have.  He probably would have come up with some hot girl and convinced her to vouch for him but that didn't feel right anymore.  Not when it could hurt Tyler or get the other boy pissed off at him.  So he was going to tell the truth and hope that neither one of those things happened anyways.  He just wanted to be with Tyler after all and he was tired of hiding. 

So now he was going to tell Pogue and then next would be Caleb.  If they accepted it, then good.  If they didn't, that was their own problem but he wanted them to know.