Who: Lorne [Open to a greeter!]
When: April 19th
What: Lorne fell into a dimension portal, apparently. Again.


He was supposed to be at the Bellagio, hobknobbing with Vegas talents and cracking jokes with Elvis impersonators. He was supposed to be drinking mojitos made by beautiful bartenders and watching the people cruise by. There were many things that Lorne was supposed to do.

So someone please tell him why he was ankles over teakettle in a..fountain..of all things? "Must have taken a wrong turn at Alberqurque, again." He did, in fact, feel like Bugs Bunny.

Struggling to stand, Lorne made an indignant (and, frankly, girly) noise at the fact that his favourite charcoal grey trousers and sea-blue shirt were wet. Dry cleaning was going to be expensive! The green-skinned Vegas-act-to-Be sighed and looked around.

There were no neon lights. No Wayne Newton Boulevard.

The Powers That Be has some 'splaining to do!

Who?: Abigail and Open
What?: Hunting/training/being BORED
When?: Around 5 pm
Where?: Outside, near the barns
Rating?: PG
Status? In Progress


( Fun )

Who?: Remus and Abby
What?: Arrival of Remus Lupin
When?: April 7; 2 o'clock in the morning
Where?: Remus's flat; Mansion foyer
Rating?: PG-13
Status?: Ongoing

( Stumbling home at two o’clock in the morning was never Remus’s style... )

Who?: Abigail Whistler, Talion Justice and OTA
What?: Working out
When?: Dusk
Where?: The gym in basement 1
Rating?: G for now
Status? In Progress

( Lots on the mind, too much. )

Who?: Abigail Whistler and Hannibal King
What?: Abigail gracefully descending upon the mansion fountain.
When?: April 3rd, night.
Where?: The fountain.
Rating?: Probably gonna be R, cause of Hannibal
Status? In progress.

She was going out hunting. She didn't care if she had someone with her or not. Hannibal had been missing for a day, or two. It had been two. Right? Pausing as she dressed, her brows drew together. That wasn't like him. True he was his own man, but he made it a point to check in with her, or someone, or at least be heard by her. It wasn't that she worried much. It was just a family thing.

She finished getting dressed, and began slipping her weapons on. Her favorite projectile blade at her wrist, tested, secure. Her guns, tested, secure, safety locked for now. Her quiver of arrows, secure. Boots on and blade working well from it. Her bow, her UV bow, as much silver as she could carry and she was set for weapons. Her ipod was put in her sleeve, the buds tied around her neck until she would need them. Before her shower she had put in a new playlist.

Now. Where was King?

Stepping out of her room she glanced about, listening for a moment. Sighing she didn't hear a thing out of normal, except for no King. She headed to his room, knocked before walking on in. His bed was a mess, his bathroom light on and it was as if he hadn't left but he definitely wasn't there. Making quick work of his sheets and looking in his closet and every available space, she just wanted to make sure he wasn't hiding from her. Why he would do that, well it was Hannibal King. He could be on a sugar high and crawling on the ceiling for all she knew.

Abigail glanced at the ceiling before walking out, then rolled her eyes at herself. Closing his door behind her, she felt an odd tug. She took a deep breath, closed her eyes and began crashing in a downward spiral. Her eyes slid open, she saw doors in front of her, kind of below her and before she knew it she was crouched in between them, water slapping at her legs and arm. Standing she stared.

What in the hell had just happened? Shaking the water from her arm she gingerly looked about, stepping away from the doors as they began closing. She watched them, grimacing at the image. She knew she had seen it before, but couldn't quite place it. It was rather grotesque, except for the angels oddly enough. Where was she? How was she here? And what was she supposed to do?