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Who: Isabelle Tyler & Jack Harkness - Mixer
Where: Outside, in the Woods
When: During the daytime, I would imagine...
Summary: Mixer! Jack is wandering about, because he can, and meets up with Isa, who is around... At least they've met before, so it won't be completely random... ;)
Rating: We'll say PG until further notice.


Jack hasn't gone on 'walk-about' for a while now. He keeps meeting people and getting... distracted from pursuing the great outdoors.

Today, however, will be different. Today, he's going for a walk in the woods, just the clothes on his back - t-shirt, jeans, socks and sneakers - and ear buds around his neck. He has a selection of music on his cell 'phone - charged by the Doctor, thank you - and he plans to just stroll, observe nature on this beautiful day, and listen to something soothing and relaxing.

Ah, nothing like the music of the Fifties...

Layla, Lucas and Ianto had made it to the clinic, this is the second or third new member they have brought to the clinic for a small medical and paper work. Little did they know that Ianto and Jack had a major history with one another. Gwen was there too, but she was pretty much under quarantine, Jack could go see her at will, he never got sick. Although, Ana speculated he must be tired with getting the proverbial "Hose Down" everytime he came to the clinic for a visit. Once Jack and Ianto meet, they can talk from there and Lucas and Layla will melt into the background until later on.

(OOC Con't from this thread:http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83320.html?thread=4601208&style=mine#t4784248 (Ianto arrives) and this thread: http://asylums.insanejournal.com/chaos_cube/83998.html(Jack is visiting Gwen)

Who:Martha & Jack [plotlocked].
Where: Starts at Martha's room (104).
When: Late at night.
Rating: Let's say PG-13 to start.
Why: Martha told Jack that all he had to do was knock on her door one night and she'd go skinny dipping with him.

Martha had just settled into bed and was dreaming. It was looking to be a very good dream, actually. She was sitting on a towel on a nice sandy beach in the middle of the night, far far away from Cardiff, watching as a very not dressed Jack approached her, a slow grin spreading across her face as she enjoyed both the view he was providing and the night air –

And then there was knocking at her door, jerking from sleep and forcing her to sit up on her bed. She sat for a moment, rubbing her eyes as there was more knocking, and then climbed out of bed as she pushed away the idea of Derek making an appearance later on in the now lost dream. She made her way to the door, not ever caring that she wasn't properly dressed to answer it.

"Whatever it is," she said, even as she pulled the door open, "it had better be good."

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.

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.

Lucas was setting the table for the dinner he and Layla would be having with Jack. Layla was in the kitchen area making dinner. He finished setting the table and walked into the kitchen area.

"Smells good," he said walking up behind her and kissing her neck. "Food smells good too," he said smiling.

Who: Jack Harkness & Anyone Looking For Some Fun
When: What are you doing right now? ;) (Warning: I may be a bit slow tagging...)
Where: The Games Room, Here
Rating: Oh, hell... Let's go with NC-17, 'cause Buffy wants the pool table and who is Jack to say 'no'? Snogging, swearing and shagging. Very Torchwood, actually...
Summary: Jack Harkness is trying to unwind, kill some time, and think...



He was alone in the Games Room, but that was fine. With any luck, he'd be able to shake the blues or whatever it was that had descended upon him. A feeling of 'meh', as he thought of it. After being stuck Here for a while, he was catching himself getting up at odd hours, wandering the grounds in the pouring rain, walking the roof without shoes on. He was getting used to it all, and as he couldn't die, he was having his life Here drag before his eyes as one, mindless, frustrating, numb day after the other.

Shit.

Captain Jack Harkness poured more Scotch into the crystal tumbler he'd been using for the last three hours and took a deep sip as he studied the pool table. He was playing against himself, which was interesting and boring, simultaneously. He wasn't drunk, but was slightly buzzed, though he had to maintain a steady pace of consumption to even keep the buzz.

Billie Holiday sang the blues on the radio over by the window. How fitting, but then, he'd requested it.

He sighed, lined up a shot and called it to the empty room.

"Eight ball in the side pocket..."

Elaine was taking a little time with a cup of tea that she didn't make herself. She was writing a little, with a pencil and paper. Everything is strange here, and the pencil is the least strange of the items she has to write with.

Elaine is ambidextrous, so sometimes she switches which hand has the tea and which the pencil. There is no noticeable difference in the quality of writing. And every so often, she looks up to a nearby window, lost in memory.

Lucas was laying in bed. He was tossing and turning finding it hard to sleep. He missed Layla a lot and wasn't able to sleep as well without her next to him.

He sighed and gave it up as a lost cause. He got out to the bed and got a glass of water. He put on some clothes, grabbed his key and left the room.

He wandered down the hall, wondering if he should knock on Peyton's door. He decided against it since she would probably be asleep. He went downstairs and to the library. He picked up a copy of The lord of the Rings: The Fellowship of the ring and walked to the bar.

He sat at a table and ordered a beer and started to read some of the book, taking an occasional sip of his beer.

(Rated R)

Who: Layla Williams-Scott and OTA
When: Tuesday afternoon, out on the grounds near their balcony, researching and studying/ May be some writing too. ;0)
Where: Outside in the sun, the grounds by her balcony
Status: Incomplete.

*Layla was frustrated with a few things, no matter how many times she told him she wanted a 'specific' thing to occur. It was promised and never happened. Not that everything else wasn't satisfactory, heck things were amazing. He was her best friend, lover and confidant. She was also a little frustrated by her friends situation and her inability to get out too much on her own. Darn it though, she was trying. This was proof. It wasn't far, but it was outside. She was typing away on the computer deep in through. Hanging out in a pair of shorts and a tank top with a sports bra underneath, plus some homemade sunblock she concocted with herbs and oils. Iggy was frolicking around nearby, off and on coming to her, nipping and barking an playing. She'd scratch his head, rub his bloaty belly, get him snoring on his back for a little while before he'd awaken and begin it all over again. *

Kara has been sitting on the rock near the lake for a few hours when the sun starts to rise. It seemed as good a place as any to sit, and the alcohol is warming her up nicely despite the early morning chill.

She doesn't want to go back into the Residence - she really doesn't want to see Lee any time soon. He probably just said that thing about Zak to hurt her, but he'd been right.

She killed him.

She throws her head back and gulps down some more ambrosia, the liquid burning its way down her throat. It's almost empty, and she's managed to drink a sizeable amount of the whiskey, too. The pain is starting to dull, and she leans back on her hands, looking out over the lake.

She's barefoot and scruffy looking, and is definitely drunk, should anyone be brave enough to approach her.

(OOC: Rated R for Unexpected Naked Jack!

ETA: Aaaand Unexpected Naked Kara! Though, these two could never be entirely unexpected...)

Who: Jack Harkness, Ana Clark, Martha Jones, Peter Petrelli, Derek Shepherd. (Plot Locked, closed, no tags from outsiders, please. If I forgot a person from the previous meeting post, that was tagged and locked to said post, please PM me here or email me at slavetoserendipiity@gmail.com)

When: The Friday before the meteor shower, right after meeting in the lobby.

Why: They had business to discuss about the clinic for Here and some patients.

Status: Incomplete.

*Ana escorted everyone into the boathouse, closed the door and waited a moment then she got right down to business.*

Did anyone notice if we were followed? I've had some minor spells put on this place to keep out any unwanted or unwarranted guests.

*She waited for people to pipe up and then she dove into business.*

Jack, I invited you here today because I so cannot decipher Gwen's notes and knowing what you do outside, in the real world. Well, I need to know if we are dealing with an enemy viral threat of some kind? She has exhibited her illness for weeks now, far longer then most normal viral encounters. Unless, she has an immunity disorder she doesn't know of at the moment? We have patients here with extremely case sensitive conditions. HCM, a medical mutation of the heart wall, patient subject: Lucas Scott. Who you Jack and you Martha have helped in a very grand capacity, previously. The other, and this is where I need your complete and utter diligence in keeping a secret just between us medical types and well, sorry Jack, but because of Gwen and her condition, you as well. I already have been contacted by an anon sicko who insisted that I was being a bitch for trying to keep some type of patient/practitioner privilege in place, especially in a scenario like this, it seems even more important that we do keep some modicum of real world ethics in place. So, I need everyone here, in this room to re-take your oaths so to speak, for the sake of ethics and the lives, the very delicate lives of some of the people who have wound up Here. Anyone opposed to re-stating their oaths can get up and leave this room, now. I've re-opened the clinic to this place and have been put in complete control of the medical facility. Meaning anything goes wrong and it is on my head, figuratively and theoretically speaking.

What: Lucas and Layla's reception, night, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.

(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)

(See PICS provided with descriptions for reception, description of reception is included in wedding post: http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/Hippiechylde/Reception/ )


( Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.  )

What: Lucas and Layla's wedding, set at dusk, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.

(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)

( The Wedding of Mr. Lucas Eugene Scott and Ms. Layla Sophie Williams. Please come and celebrate with them on this wonderful and special day. )

Lucas walked to Jack's door before the wedding. He had his tux on and was ready.

He felt so excited about the wedding and couldn't wait to see Layla again. He had missed her a lot the previous night. He was so looking forward to finally being able to call Layla his wife.

He knocked on Jack's door and fiddled when his tie as he waited for Jack to open up.

Who: Martha, Jack and Gwen (ooc: plotlocked)
Where: Room 104.

Martha hops out of her shower and dresses in a simple top and a pair of jeans. She towel dries her hair next, and then pulls it back into a simple ponytail before checking her watch. She has about five minutes before Jack and Gwen are scheduled to arrive at her door, and leaves her bedroom to take a seat on her sofa and wait.

(ooc: order - Jack, Gwen, Martha OR Gwen, Jack, Martha depending on who comments first.)

O Captain My Captain,

Are you busy later? I was thinking we could have that mini-team meeting with Gwen, catch her up on how Here works and ease her confusion.

Martha

Who: Damn near everyone (except for Mr. Bunny).
Where: The Ballroom (where you dance, not where you play with balls).
When: Right now, actually... ;)
Rating: Jack swears sometimes, some maybe PG-13. Will alter if required.
Summary: Stag and Doe for Lucas and Layla.


The sign on the Ballroom door read:

Stag and Doe: Lucas and Layla (respectively). 
Come on in and help them celebrate 
their love for one another (that means you)

Jack checked to make sure everything was in place. The sound system was ready to take requests. He had arranged for a microphone to be set up on a small, raised platform, for announcements, speeches and the like. There were streamers and balloons, two tables of food and a table of beverages for all tastes. He had two crowns set aside for the special couple to wear later on and party favours scattered around the room.

Right now, he set the music for some soft rock 'n' roll, so people could dance if they wanted, but could converse comfortably. He figured 'simple but fun' was the way to go. He'd thought about the whole 'girl popping out of the cake' scenario, and even considered twisting it so that he popped out of the cake instead, but this was a 'family show', not one of those parties.

Jack, dressed simply in a blue t-shirt, jeans and sneakers, checked his watch and waited for people to arrive, hoping that Layla and Lucas would like what he'd done. He hadn't really met Layla yet, so he was a little nervous.

I'm a Best Man who doesn't really know the Bride-to-Be. How weird is that?

[[ OOC: Ahem, sorry. Posting order? What is this strange thing you speak of? ;) I didn't set it up that way at all, at all. Just have fun, tag who you like, and dance when the spirit moves you. :D ]]

It's not really all that surprising to Martha that after a short walk on the grounds, she finds herself at the Boutique, browsing the racks. For one thing, she loves clothes, when she gets a chance to shop - not that this could be considered shopping. For another, she really does love clothes. Then, there's the notice she found on her door. According to what she read, the weather was going to change soon, and she'd rather be ready for the warmth than not.

She pulls a pair of shorts off a rack and considers keeping them.

*Ana sat in the lobby waiting for Martha, Jack, Peter and Derek. They'd move to their next location after they all arrived, grabbed coffee and what not. *