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Who: Layla and Lee (Plotlocked please)
When: The day after Kara slapped her husband. She wants answers.
Why: No one hits her husband and gets away with it. She is confrontational at first, but will gain understanding.
Rating: PG.
Complete


Layla left Lucas asleep. She pulled on sweats, a tee shirt, pulled her hair back into a low ponytail and put one of Lucas baseball caps on. She slipped on her sneakers and tied them, shoving the laces inside her shoes. She walked in a calm, but deadly demeanor to Lee and Kara's room. She just wanted to talk, if it came down to more...? Well, let's just say Layla would willingly get her ass handed to her, but she would go down swinging if need be. She knocked furiously on the door until someone answered.

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)

Maureen, heaven forbid was bored. Her inspiration has dried up and its been a little frustrating to say the least.

Still she still had her sanity and if she went to the boutique she might just find something. A scarf that could give her inspiration anything.

She sang quietly to herself as she headed towards the boutique. "Only thing to do is jump over the moon."

Lucas was in the gym at the punch bag. He was working on some of the moves Lee had taught him and punching the bag. He was turning into it  from his hips as Lee had told him to do. He was enjoying trying it out and doing something new.


Rated PG-13 for use of both F words, repeatedly.

Who: Layla and OTA
Where: Layla is walking around inside, agog at all the new people, she misses all of her friends and really would love to make some real friends.
When: Late at night.
Rating: PG-13 for possible language


Layla walked around in a breezy wrap skirt and a tank top with no shoes. She was checking out all the buzz of activity and all the new people. She was amazed, a bit skeptical and just needed time to process all these people. So, here she was investigating.

Lucas was standing in the ballroom, making sure that he had everything he needed and that everything was set up properly.

He had left a bag and a note on the bed in their room for Layla and had slipped out to set everything he needed up in the ballroom.

He had tried to get her something special for their anniversary and he hoped he'd succeeded.

He walked to the sound system and set it up to play the song he wanted first and then stood by the table, patiently awaiting Layla's arrival.

Other residents,

Hi, my name is Lucas Scott. I made a post similar to this a while back.
I am organising a basketball game and want to know who is interested in playing.
If you are interested please add your name to the end of this note.
For anyone who doesn't know how to play and would like to be involved in the game
or would like some pointers on how to play, please add your name and state which of these you'd like.
I'd be more than happy to teach people how to play or give some pointers.

Sincerely,
Lucas Scott.

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?"

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.

Kara sat beside the pool in a lounger, and examined the popsicle, something vaguely close to awe on her face.

Gods, since when did frakking flavoured ice become something amazing? She rolled her eyes at herself, unwrapped the treat, and popped it in her mouth.

It was good. Orange flavoured, and cold, and just perfect.

She hadn't had a popsicle since the last leave she was on before the worlds ended. A very very long time ago.

She sat by the pool, wearing a simple but relatively skimpy black bikini, and was really enjoying her popsicle. Maybe a little too much.

ETA: Now has adult content in the comments!

Who: Wyatt, Layla and Lucas
When: Whenever Wyatt orbs in
Why: Layla taking care of her chipmunk
Status: Complete

Layla was still siting there with the sick chipmunk, Lucas kneeling by her and Iggy and Frick laying on the couch when Wyatt suddenly orbed in. Layla was surprised and almost screamed, then she realized it was Wyatt.

"Wyatt, Oh god, hi!"

Wyatt just got Layla's letter. He hadn't realized how long it had been since he has seen or really interacted with anyone. Now that he knows he is looking for Layla. If he doesn't find her or meet someone else along the way he will settle in at the pool for a nice swim.

Dear Wyatt:

Where have you been? Lucas and I were wishing to invite you over for dinner. We'd love to see you. Any type of food you don't eat? Leave a note under my door or here.

Sincerely,
Layla Williams-Scott.

Who: Luna Lovegood (would love to see Layla or another caring friend)
Where: Somewhere near the Residence
When: Friday night into early Saturday
What: She's scared to death and her tender soul is paying for it
Rating: TBD

Luna had almost locked herself in her room since the most recent rash of nightmares and it was now showing. Her usually bright silvery blue eyes were now bloodshot red and rimmed from lack of sleep mixed with nightmares. Her pale skin was more pale from lack of sunshine and her soul was in tatters. She had very quietly slipped out for a solo moon frog search to try and calm her soul, but not even the sound of the crickets was helping. Talking to Layla a few nights prior had helped but now she just needs a friend from her own world. So for now she was back at the pond, watching the frogs and trying not to start crying again. She was just worried for her friends and anyone could see that in her eyes.

Hey, you two. When I get back from my Honeymoon and my camping trip, I was thinking Bow and arrow practice, then Lunch?

Let me know?

Put a note under my door, room 109

Hugs,
Layla Williams-Scott

Who: Layla goes for a survivalists holiday for a few days.(Plot locked, backdated and Place holder.)
When: Backdated from this past Friday to Tuesday. (Each day will be chronological, when I am off the Cipro and can concentrate fully.)
Why: Layla needs to regain some of her personal power back. She goes out alone for a few days.
Status: Complete.
Rating-Pg-13 for now.

Chronicle Day 1 Friday:

Layla packed all of her essentials that she knew she'd need. She gathered all the items that she had taken with them for the engagement trip. She checked and rechecked to make sure she'd have enough clothing both warm and cold weather, food staples, water proof matches, sneakers and climbing shoes, sleeping roll, a towel and toiletries and whatever else she night need, she grabbed a book and a journal, pen and paper and some materials she would need to collect some flora and fauna samples. She was showered, fed, dressed, packed and out the door at about 4 am that morning. She kissed Lucas and wee man on the head as they slept and she headed out. Going in a direction, that should have been south west of the resort, according to the compass. She planned to go on a very unplanned trip. Scavenging for seeds and other edibles, non edibles/poisons would be collected and put in a special box that she brought with her. The whole point of this trip was to get out on her own, to check the place out, gather Intel and different kinds of plants both edible and poisonous and whatever else she might run into. Lastly, it was just for her to reconnect with nature. She missed it. She loved Lucas and Iggy and her friends, but she missed home and her survivalists holidays with family. She really needed this and she knew she'd be sore from all the walking, climbing and other activities, but in the end it would all be worth it. *

She came to a small, what almost looked like a salt spring. One of those really warm, salt water baths that were good for all manner of ailments.
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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. *

Lucas had headed down to the basketball court with his basketball in hand. It was a few days after the honeymoon had ended and he wanted to shoot some hoops. Layla was doing some research so he headed down on his own. He's been out there for about two hours already. He dribbled the ball, moving it under his legs a few times and then took a shot that soared through the hoop. He ran to grab the ball again.

Everything was in readiness. The night before, they had set up everything with Ginny and Jamie's help. There was a small, white archway at the end of a bridal path of white, with chairs along both sides of the path. Small, twinkling lights hovered just over the ground, also compliments of Ginny.

There was a small area for dancing and tables for sitting and eating underneath a tent, and the breakfast reception would soon be spread--the party would go on for hours, perhaps, if people so wished.

Before the sun has even peeked over the horizon, when the dawn is just a purple dream in the distant sky, the priest shows up to make sure all is in readiness. He does so love weddings, the joy they bring to all who attend them, and it is a peaceful thing to be here first, before anyone, even the groom, has shown up.

It is a lovely morning, warm, with the mist still on the ground and the birdsong in the air.

And so he walks through the set up, making sure that nothing is inordinately wet, before the guests start arriving.

And
arrive they do, blinking in the early morning, as many as want to come and are awake at this time. The priest greets them all pleasantly and guides them to seats.

Sparhawk and Jamie Madrox, his witness, come closer to the time, and he spends his time waiting and talking pleasantly with the priest--or at least as pleasantly as can be managed, with the imminence of the wedding. The bridegroom's eyes keep stealing towards the Residence, seeking the form of his bride. His witness nudges him, making a murmured comment, and Sparhawk laughs.

And the birds keep singing as the purple dawn turns to pink and red, and then there is a stirring out by the Residence, and the front door swings open.