PARABOLICAL, A PAN-FANDOM RPG

WHO: Paige, Piper & OPEN to Hyperion people
WHAT: Trying to fix the brokenness of LA
WHERE: Hyperion
WHEN: Noon
RATING: TBD
STATUS: In Progress

( I think I was sent back by the elders to help fix this... )

WHO: Madison and Open
WHAT: The 10-year-old turns up in L.A.
WHERE: City street
WHEN: Does it matter with no sun?
RATING: PG most likely
STATUS: In progress

( Definitely not in Japan anymore )

Who: Lucas Buck and OTA.
Where: A local church.
When: April 9, night.
What: Seeking out Merlyn. Because she always has a hand in the bad things that happen to him. (And failing. Badly.)
Status: Incomplete
Rating: Erm. I'm gonna say TBA.

( You need me, Merlyn. Caleb and I, we're of the same genes. You can't change that. If you destroy me, you destroy Caleb's faith. And without Caleb's faith, well, that's the only thing keeping you around. )

WHO: Faith (Closed)
WHAT: Even in comas, people dream.
WHERE: Some hotel
WHEN: April 9th. Hospital.
RATING: PG

She stood in her old apartment. The world had moved on without her and all she had was this little room. Faith stood in the middle of it, cataloging everything that was missing. "Ms.Kitty, where'd you go?" Stupid cat. She frowned, blinking her eyes as everything seemed to flash from serene to demolished.

Slowly, her perfect serenity melted away to the devastation left in the wake of her battle. The window they'd crashed through now nothing more than a hole in the wall, her bed with (now) unimportant comic books and a discarded jar, licorice bleeding out of it on the floor. Her tables smashed, the furniture destroyed. "We can't stay here anymore."

Faith slowly leaned against the broken window, staring out into the dark and unknown night.

Her eyes widened.

She gasped and clutched at her abdomen. Such pain, such unnecessary pain. She pulled her hand away to stare at her bloody hand. "Is this ever going to heal?" She collapsed to her knees, alone in her broken home. Always alone. She let out a groan and closed her eyes.

The next time Faith opened her eyes, she laid on a hospital bed, staring up at the ceiling. Still alone.

WHO: Hannibal King & Abigail Whistler, NPC vampires
WHAT: Arriving in LA, getting to know the fanged locals
WHERE: City streets
WHEN: April 8th, Night
RATING: TBD
STATUS: Incomplete.

"Toto, I have a feeling we're not in Kansas anymore."

This was definitely not where he and Abby had been mere moments ago. Looking around, Hannibal tensed, trying to figure out where they were and how the hell they'd suddenly moved from once place to another. Unless he'd fallen asleep or gotten hit too many times in the head during fights, Hannibal was sure they hadn't made any recent travel plans.

"Oh look what we have here," a voice rang out, from behind the duo.

"New arrivals," a second voice piped up. "They're the best," he added, laughter echoing in the air.

Hannibal raised an eyebrow, his gaze focusing on Abby. "And here we were having such a nice time," he quipped, turning around. This was turning out to be one hell of a night.

WHO: Billie and Christy Jenkins
WHAT: Billie goes to see her sister when she finds out shes alive
WHERE: Some hotel
WHEN: Evening of April 9th
RATING: PG-13 maybe
STATUS: Complete

( This was probably the dumbest thing she could do right now )

Who? Alex Drake and OPEN.
Where? Wandering around the streets.
When? Wednesday evening.
What? Alex wakes up in L.A 2005 after being shot in 1981. So why is she not bleeding to death?

( I'm coming, Molly. Don't blow out the candles just yet... )