PARABOLICAL, A PAN-FANDOM RPG

WHO: Jacen Solo, Anakin Skywalker and any and all helpless passerby
WHERE: rooftop LA
WHEN: dusk
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; in-progress

Jacen jumped from rooftop to rooftop, using his Force powers to gap the massive distances and prevent himself from falling to his death. His Force aura was undetectable; he had drawn into himself so much that so far as the Force was concerned, he didn't exist. He wanted every advantage he could get when he confronted his grandfather.

Jacen could be honest with himself. He was furious. His sister had gotten hurt, had lost her hand and her lightsaber, to their grandfather. To the Dark Lord of the Sith, Darth Vader. It was frustrating to the point of knife-edge rage.

He had been homing in on his grandfather's Force aura for a while now. At least, he thought it was Vader's. It had so much power pouring out that he couldn't think of anyone else who it could belong to.

Who: Toshiko Sato and Owen Harper.
What: Uh...I don't know. Something. No telling with those two.
Where: Their hotel room.
When: Evening.
Rating: TBD.
Status: Started.

( How could he have changed so much? )

WHO: Nathan Petrelli, future!Peter Petrelli
WHERE: Hyperion lobby
WHEN: Monday, May 9; just after lunchtime and this scene
WHAT: Nathan and Peter have a talk.
RATING: TBD
STATUS: thread; completed!

( this was definitely not something he had ever witnessed )

Who: future!Peter and Darla
What: Everyone has a weakness. Even Peter.
Where: Outside the Hyperion, then to Darla's toychest.
When: Late evening.
Rating: Likely R
Status: COMPLETE

( It was late, and the hotel was mostly quiet. )