Aug. 31st, 2008


WHO: Willow Rosenberg and Tia Dalma
WHAT: Unbinding the Goddess.
WHEN: Evening
WHERE: Tia's home at the La Brea Tar Pits.
STATUS: In Progress

She had the nine pieces of eight. More or less. )


Who: Jack Sparrow and Tia Dalma
What: One last encounter
Where: Tia's home in the La Brea Tar Pits
When: following her summons
Rating: PG at the moment
Status: log ; to be continued via comments

Aug. 9th, 2008


Who: Rinoa Heartilly and Tia Dalma
What: Meeting; learning some things
Where: Near the La Brea tar pits
When: Twilight
Rating/Status: PG, complete.

The way Jack spoke made Rinoa curious.. )

Jun. 3rd, 2008


What: Katara's Memorial Service
When: 9 a.m.
Where: Santa Monica Pier
Rating: TBD
Status: In Progress


Apr. 27th, 2008


Who: The World's End Rescue Crew
What: Preperations and travel
When: Daybreak
Where: Harbor
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete

Now I'm bound for the heart of the ocean/I'm riding the sea in my soul )

Apr. 14th, 2008



WHO: All interested bad guys (and girls)
WHAT: The first gathering of Wolfram & Hart's assembled baddies.
WHERE: An abandoned factory owned by Wolfram & Hart
STATUS: In Progress
MOD NOTE: As I said in my OOC post last night, I'm going to be out of town for most of this week. Feel free to have fun with this thread. I'll tag in when and if I get the chance. Enjoy!

Here we go! )


Who: Rose Tyler & OPEN
Where: The streets
When: Evening
What: Rose decides to try and find some answers on her own.

Searching...searching... )

Apr. 5th, 2008


WHO: Tia Dalma and Willow Rosenberg
WHAT: Meeting, as per Tia's offer to help.
WHEN: Not long after their meeting via the message board.
WHERE: The La Brea Tar Pits, Hancock Park (otherwise known as the new location of Tia's home)
STATUS: In Progress

There were very few people in this city that actually possessed more power than Willow. Tia Dalma was most definitely one of them. )


Forces of Nature [Narrative]

No one would have noticed the locket. It was hidden behind so many others, such lesser quality. Tia had placed it there on purpose. It seemed so fitting. Such baubles as she adorned upon herself. Necklaces of rocks, arm bands of driftwood and earrings of seaglass. So the tarnished bauble became a part of her bodice, never seen again. 

She was talking as she bustled about the shop. "Now, Jack," she said, "'d man dey name ye fer ain' much fer takin' orders neither. Ain't me nature t' turn a man o' 'is ways, but listen 'ere, Jack." She looked at the monkey, holding it with a sharp gaze. "If ye don' be heedin' th' suggestions Tia be makin o' ye, Tia may be havin' 'erself a new pair o' furry gloves off yer undead hide."

There was a faint sound of distress from  a mammalian throat. Tia Dalma merely smiled and suggested, in a voice that could turn milk to honey, "Why doncha be bringin' me dat bottle, Jack, my love?"

No monkey should ever be faced with such peril. Jack immediately grabbed the object she had indicated, and pulled it over to her.

"Now dat's a good boy, my Jack."

There was thunder, a loud crash of thunder, and the hut swayed. Tia rocked with it, her hips moving to keep her balance naturally, but a frown crossed her expression. When a flash of lightning split the sky, and the hut rocked again, her eyes narrowed. "Someone be messin' wit' me t'ings," she said, her voice low and icy. Jack chittered, and sprang for the safety of her shoulder. She ignored his weight, but did not throw him aside, moving instead, slowly, to the doorway. Outside, a storm still raged, but the quality of it was different. Tia threw open the flap at the door, and her eyes widened. 

The swamp had turned to sludge, with tall, curving shapes weaving throughout. Her sharp eyes focused on one flat surface through the vines and the trees, scowling and cursing to herself as she worked out the unfamiliar letters. The La Brea Tar Pits, Hancock Park.

Jack screetched on her shoulder. She looked at him. "At least dis place know how t' be treatin' a witch." She turned back inside, looking carefully over the hut's interior. "Let's see if dey be changin' anyt'ing else."


January 2010




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