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Who Maureen Johnson
Where the Boutique and OTA

Maureen was trying to plan some outfits, she was hoping at somepoint to be able to put on a performance or two but at the moment lacking in any equipment. She decided to start somewhere easy with creating a look she wanted to show.

So to the boutique she went armed with pad and pen to note things down as well as pick up some of the more choice items.

Who: Lee Adama, Kara Thrace, Kitty Pryde
Where: Lee and Kara's suite


Lee has been busy in the Kitchen for several hours by this stage, desert is chilling and the roasted beef joint resting on the side. He looked at the clock things were nearly ready.

He allowed himeself a moment to breathe. He is a little jumpy. Kitty had become a really good friend to him since his and Kara's arrival Here. He wanted things to go well. He checks the place settings on the table and tries to stop faffing.

Kara is getting ready in the bedroom mainly to keep out of his way.

Lee checks the clock again, Kitty will be arriving soon.

"Kara," He calls. "You ready yet?"

Who: Abby Sciuto and Any Clinic Personnel
Where: The Clinic (lol!)
Why: Because it's a good idea to be checked by a medical professional...
When: She's there now, but I might be slow in tagging, as usual...
Rating: Uh, dunno...? PG-13? Body parts might be mentioned...
Summary: Abby does the Right Thing and makes sure she's healthy.



Abby entered the Clinic and found a seat. There was a clipboard there, with a pen and papers attached, asking for personal information like name - Abby Sciuto - and address - she smirked as she wrote 'Here' - and so on. She figured she'd fill it out while she waited. She didn't know who would be helping her out today, but looked forward to meeting them.

Ana,

Its time I finally came clean and since I can't make myself talk I'll write the whole story out. When I went home for Christmas the Death Eaters pulled me off the train before it got into King's Cross and I pieced together enough to explain more. From what I can remember they tortured me along with several others, all because my father was and still is behind the Order of the Phoenix (a fight for the good in my world). I was not found untill a few months later (if I have the details right, memory blanks) and my wrist was basically glass. I ended up in St.Mungo's for the better part of the following year, another long story I'll save for another time.

The only people I've been able to tell all this to have been Ginny,Hagrid and Layla so far. Granted that was before finding the cube in the St.Mungo's waiting room before my first PT session.


The war changed me and that scares me, I'm not the Luna I was before the Dark Lord came into the picture. There's still blanks in my memory from that period and the ghost from the night of the meteor shower only brought back more shoved back memories. It's all now coming back and you nailed it, I'm finally ready to basically restart the healing process since I can't lock my heart away forever.

I also used my magic to lock this so only you can read this. If needed Layla knows more of what happened to me while I was held. I also enclosed all the info you need from painkiller doses to what would have been my PT for the arm/wrist.

Luna

Gwen meekly was following orders and sat inside the clinic. She had finally gotten over the worst of whatever had knocked her and Owen flat but was trying to tell herself this was just being on the safe side. "Hello boring weekend of doom" she tried to joke to make herself feel better about this. She had the sheet with all the info and was hoping Jack would be willing to play notetaker since her handwriting was not all that great to start with. She had bagged the gloves from when she arrived since all she had then was jeans, a couple of t-shirts and her winter coat.

She also felt for the notebook which had been acting as a bit of unoffical info in case Jack needed to get this back to the Hub. Outside of not having slept so great due to worry Gwen looked like she was herself again.

DEAR RESIDENTS:

I can officially declare the Residential Clinic fully open and operational. We have two Doctors on staff, two nurses and a few of the residents with medical knowledge on staff. We have all manner of medications and natural medicinals so that we may be able to take care of whatever needs arise.

We are asking for ALL residents to fill out some paperwork on their health, last known vaccinations and so forth, plus a short, comprehensive physical. Also, considering some situations we are asking that all new arrivals be taken straight away to the clinic for a physical and detailed history of their health and vaccinations, as well as any ailments they may be or are experiencing within a week before arriving to Here and the time of their arrival. We ask any and all tour givers to bring new residents to the clinic before they take them to the bar, the boutique, their room or anywhere on the residence.

Considering the severity of the incidence of an Alien Flu being brought in to the residence and the fact that some people Here have a more delicate system then others that have arrived Here, this step will be the first line of defense and the first stop from now on. (Please wake a nurse or doctor up in case of late evenings, but it should always be manned with personnel.)
This was not done without serious consideration and talking over, nor was it done to upset or point fingers at anyone arriving Here. This is our only way to stop any and all epidemics that may arise in our very small and secluded community. Hopefully, the first line of defense in case of another serious health issue that may arise as well.

Questions, Concerns, Issues, anything really that needs to be addressed? They can come to Ana Clark Office Manager and R.N., Martha Jones, M.D., or Derek Shepherd M.D.

Sincerely,
Ana Clark-Head Nurse and Clinic Manager.
Peter Petrelli-Nurse (Hospice care expert.)
Derek Shepherd and Martha Jones-Head Doctors in charge.
(Laymen) Wyatt Halliwell-Knowledgeable in Pediatric Medicine, Natural Medicine and healing practices.
(Laymen) Amanda-Medical Training.
(Laymen) Layla Williams-(Expert in cultivating Natural Medicinals, Aromatherapy, and light medical training.)

Kara knocks on the door of 197, having seen the flier and heard about Manny from some other residents. And she wants to see if she can trade for a few things.

The Torchwood Hub was silent. Ianto tidied up his desk for the tenth time and looked around, searching for something. It was late and he had to go home soon, but he wanted to delay it for as long as possible. Whenever he was home alone he couldn't stop thinking about Tosh and Owen. It's been a week since they died.
In the Hub Ianto always found something to distract himself with. there was always work to be done. But at home he felt utterly alone, and he would remember the faded black and white photographs of the people who used to work in Torchwood. Ianto used to think about the way all of them died young.
He knew it was the job, that it took you life and it gave you something so much more in return.
It gave you a chance to see things that no-one has seen before, opportunities to save the world... This job was life. It left no space for anything else.
Ianto shook his head, as if trying to empty it of the gloomy thoughts.
It was time to go home.
Ianto was getting his coat when he saw a puzzle lying on the floor. He picked it up, wondering who it belonged to. It certainly didn't look like something Jack would play with in his spare time.
Ianto began solving the puzzle, the pieces sliding together easily. He had the puzzle figured out in a couple of minutes and soon the last piece clicked into place.
There was a flash of green light, so bright Ianto closed his eyes. He idly wondered if he managed to activate some alien device.
When Ianto's eyes could see again, he was no longer in Torchwood.
A breeze tickled his hair. He was standing on a lawn in front of a huge country hotel.

Claire was listless.

So much had happened in such a short time - Noah wasn't dead, Peter wasn't dead, Nathan might be dead, Noah was going back to the Company. Her thoughts whirled around her head and left her unable to concentrate on much of anything.

She was in the middle of cleaning her closet when she found the box. Frowning, she sat on her bed and started to put the pieces together. It was something she didn't remember, but it was repetitive and didn't require too much effort, so it was right up her alley at the moment.

A short time later, she managed to fit the last piece in place. There was a momentary pang of regret when she finished, but she didn't have time to dwell on that when she realized she was no longer in her bedroom.

"... what the heck?"

Cordelia sat on a lounger by the indoor pool. She was wearing a blue bikini she had picked up from the Boutique. She was enjoying an iced mocha latte and considering going for a swim. She had so much free time on her hands these days it was hard to keep herself occupied.

Derek decided to take a stroll around the grounds. He walked by the golf course and examined it. He hadn't play golf in a long time. He picked up and club and a ball and tee. He placed the tee in the grass and put the ball on it. He lined up to take a shot and made a swing. He watched as the ball soared off into the distance.

Buffy stood in front of the punch bag in the gym. She'd been pummeling it for over an hour now. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and made a few good shots to it.

She stretched her arms and decided to leave the punch bag alone and instead work on some of the Tai Chi moves Angel had taught her.

Lucas was sitting in Tea Leaves with an iced latte. He had a pen and notepad and was working on a gift for Layla for their one month anniversary since they'd gotten married. He was considering taking a break and going for a walk around the lake soon. He'd told Layla he was working on part of her gift and didn't want her to see it until their anniversary. That had been a few hours ago. He had written a little of what he wanted to.  He was wearing a pair of jeans, a blue t-shirt and a leather jacket he'd picked up from the Boutique.

He took a sip of his iced latte and tried to write some more. The pen was posed on his notebook and he looked around, trying to think of what to write next.

Ginny is lying on a blanket outside near the golf course, mentally cursing Bobby Drake for leaving the swimming pool one large chunk of ice, making it impossible to swim. She could have used magic to melt it, but that isn't the point; and she's just being lazy.

There is an open book face down beside her, but for the most part she's just dozing in the shade.

Brooke missed Angie terribly already. She had been gone for only a few hours now but still she missed her. Missed having to be constantly attentive to another little person, missed the baby laugh, missed not being able to leave anything around...Yes, she even missed the crying. She knew Angie had gotten home fine and she imagined her parents meeting her at the airport, what they would say, how her baby would be happy to see them again. Her baby. God, how she missed her!
And she had loads of toys now which were a constant reminder of what was missing in the house. Sighing, she decided to start putting them away. She wouldn't need them again in a hurry. She found a wooden box while she was piling them up. "I don't remember buying this one" she thought, looking at the puzzle inside. She let all the other stuffed toys fall inside a carton box and went to the table. She just needed to get her mind off of Angie and decided to try working the puzzle out. "Not the best way possible but anyway..." she thought. She worked out and when she put in the last piece she saw a blinding green light. All of a sudden she wasn't in the living room of her house in Tree Hill. She was...somewhere. She didn't know where. All she knew was that whatever that place was, it was pretty cool, especially for a designer: rows and rows of clothes stood there, facing her, while shoes and bags sat on their shelves gazing down at her.
"Wow!" she said, looking around herself amazed.

Damnit.

The delay had broken on her system again and she was meant to be doing a testimonial performance for Mark this evening. She sighed heavily. She's lost a lot of her friends one way or another recently. Mark's disappearence was odd though something didn't ring right. Roger had taken it hard and had gone to ground.

But the apartment, Mark had a spare delay set up that she knew would work, he wouldn't have minded, hell it was fitting. Maureen hot footed it over to the building but couldn't get in.

"What on earth are you doing here?" asked a low voice.

Maureen spun around unsure whether to hit the person or run. But as he stepped out of the shadows she recognised at once who it was, Benny.

"Benny?" she checked. "Christ you scared the shit out of me there. I was trying ot get into the apartment, there's something in there I need."

Benny shook his head. "Cant let you in Maureen, Roger's disappeared too I can't just let you in."

"But Benny tonight's gig, for Mark, will be ruined if I don't get the delay fixed." She wheedled, if anyone was Benny's weak spot Mark might just be it, they had been best friends a while back.

"Please pookie?"

Benny rolled his eyes. "You will be the death of me Maureen, seriously. You got five minutes."

Maureen leaned up and kissed him on the cheek, "I owe you one."

"Yes, you do."

She smiled widely and skipped in through the door and into the familiar loft apartment. It had been deserted now for nearly two weeks since Roger vanished too. She went to Mark's room, their room once upon a very long time ago and rifled through some of his electonic gubbins until she found the piece that would make the delay work.

"Miss you pookie." She said out loud to the room at large before heading back out. On the way though something caught her eye, a puzzle. She hadn't seen one quite like it before and pocketed it for later.

"Thanks Benny" she called on her way out and blew him a kiss.

Maureen made her way to the performance space but her mind was distracted, the puzzle she just had to have a go at it and now.

She dipped into a coffee shop ordered a skinny latte and started to work on the puzzle.

Damned it was infuruating, the latte going cold beside her as she tried to fit the pieces in slowly but surely coming together, this was cool. The last few pieces going in and when she looked up... she wasn't in the East Village anymore.

Abby Sciuto likes summer, she just doesn't like the sun. So she's out by the lake, having a little picnic lunch and debating whether or not she's going to go swimming today. To protect her pale complexion, she has a black, lacey parasol over one shoulder. She's still wearing black, but it's a sheer, black top with long sleeves over a black tank top and long, tight pants that end about mid-calf. Her feet are actually bare at the moment, though a pair of black sandals are nearby.

She's enjoying some mushroom quiche, cold and a Greek Salad, all requested from the Pantry Restaurant in a little take-out basket, along with two of her substitute Caff-Pow! drinks. Maybe after lunch - and having digested for a bit - she'll try swimming, or at least paddling in the water.

Listening to music on her iPod, she gazes across the lake. It really is a beautiful day, and she's trying not to think about her family and friends back home.


[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :) ]]

River has her skirts tucked up and is wading along the shore of the lake. Tiny fishes come up to nibble at her feet and she looks at them, fascinated by them.

They were called 'minnows' on Earth-That-Was, she thought. They had such bright, smooth souls, like lines of light in her brain.

"Small souls. Small lives," she murmurs, watching their sleek silver bodies dart in the bright sunlight.

But there are many. River wishes Simon could see this place. She misses him.

"Swimming from the moment you're born. Don't learn, don't have to. It's all instinct."

There seem to be many people wandering about. But the climate is generous and pleasant. It makes sense.

[ooc: please look at this post before tagging, please. :) ]

Who knew that tea could be iced? And that it could be delicious?

And so Elaine sits, enjoying the day with iced tea and a book of poetry.

She has been feeling rather drowsy of late, but it is a lovely day and even though she is a little sleepy, she's enjoying the sun and warmth. Though at any moment, she may just start an impromptu nap.

It has been happening more and more often of late. Though she feels fine--wonderful, in fact. Her days are full of love and her nights even more so, with Sparhawk by her side.

Mostly, she just feels content.

It's a beautiful, sunny day, and for Kitty Pryde, that means summer, and summer means ice cream, and she hasn't had her 'first summer ice cream' yet, but that's going to change.

She's by the outdoor pool, because it's hot and what's the point of eating ice cream if you're cold? She's wearing the blue bikini she got from the Boutique ages ago, it seems, with a pair of navy shorts currently covering the bottoms. Her feet are bare and her hair is loose and a bit messy, but she doesn't care. She's sitting on one of the lawn chairs, a small tub of double chocolate mocha ice cream - with chocolate chips - which she ordered from one of the restaurants, on the chair between her legs, and a very, large spoon in one hand.

"Here's to summer," Kitty says aloud, even though she's by herself. She takes a big scoop of the ice cream and sticks it into her mouth.

[[ OOC: Meeting the Summer Modly Challenge, but as usual, SlowTime is inevitable. Thank you. :D ]]