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Bellum Anon ([info]bellum_anon) wrote in [info]bellumlogs,
@ 2010-04-27 23:02:00

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Entry tags:plot: fables

Who: Everyone!
What: Transformation Plot Post
Where: All over.
When: Moonrise on the 28th.
Warnings: All kinds, I expect.


The moon slipped up past the horizon full, round, and white. Its effects had been predicted, though perhaps not fully believed by the residents of the building.

Moonlight streamed through the windows of the building, washing the city in pale light. For the tenants of Bellum Letale, where ever they were, scattered in the night, it had a tangible effect.

Change rippled through the building, much as it had over a month before. But this was not simply a twitch in the fabric of things, gone in the blink of an eye. It was a rolling change, gradual as the moonrise, tangible, and, in some cases, likely terrifying in its inexorability. People became what they were, what they ought to have been, and what they weren't.

The moon was up, and trouble was about to run high in Bellum.

[Notes: Remember that the events of last month still apply-I.E, those who became vampires will be vampires when they take on their fable form, the Frog Prince will still be human after being turned back last plot, etc. Whether the fables are aware a month has passed since they were last around is up to the players. This log posted with the anon account so that the mods do not wake up tomorrow with 100 notifications in their gmail. Go forth and plot!]



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R1
[info]bookshelved
2010-04-28 04:10 am UTC (link)
Helena had arrived in R1 just a half hour prior to sunset, and she was getting settled in for what Ella hoped would be an uneventful stay of one evening, during which nothing at all strange or odd would happen.

When the sun sunk over the horizon, she was very intentionally not anywhere near a window (as she suspected Helena and Daniel were). She was in the kitchen, which she had taken over as a makeshift apothecary, and in which she was using rose petals to make salves for her injuries. The stitches had dissolved days early, thanks to the salve, and only the deepest cut on her neck showed signs of scarring.

When the sun set, she wasn't aware of any significant change (much as before), not immediately - or, rather, not as Ella. Her dress changed to a something appropriate to a merchant's daughter, and she began humming as she worked and wondering when she would see her father again.

Her father? But she'd just seen...

It was another minute or so before she (she being Beauty) realized that she was back. She began to think of what had happened to the woman (who she now knew was called Ella) in the last month, and she frowned. A moment later, she was out of the kitchen and walking through R1, looking for the Beast, her step careful and wary. She knew there was another woman in the apartment, though she, Beauty, had never met her.

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The Morgue
[info]acatalyst
2010-04-28 04:25 am UTC (link)
Micah's shift was coming to an end, and he was trying to get out of the Medical Examiner's office before the sun set. Unfortunately, an ill-timed call from the parents of a vehicular homicide victim had ruined any chance of success, and despite his best efforts to get them off the phone, he hadn't had any luck. In fact, he'd completely underestimated how long it actually took the sun to set, which is why it was Micah that slipped his lab coat off when he left his office, but John Watson who walked into the hall.

He was put out, of course, but only for a moment. Holmes was really going to need to look into this affair of monthly oddity. Not that Watson minded being young again, Heaven's no. But he did mind that his aches and pains accompanied him into this strange place. At least he wasn't sitting for a medical exam this time. He supposed he could be grateful for that.

He leaned heavily on the cane that had appeared from (seemingly) nowhere, and he walked toward the exit. Unfortunately, about halfway along his journey a sound caused him to stop. A look into the offending room revealed endless small doors of gleaming steel.

Then the sound repeated - a loud banging sound from behind one of the small doors. Oh dear, he did not have a good feeling about this.

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108
[info]thimbledarling
2010-04-28 04:27 am UTC (link)
Tegan had tried to explain to James and Tommy what was going to happen, but it was hard to know whether they actually believed her or not. She tried to distract all of them with a story, doors to the apartment locked, and the three of them gathered in the boys' shared room. Tegan knew it wasn't her best story ever, as she kept looking out the window and waiting for something to happen.

And it did.

She had finally started to lose herself in the story she was telling, and it was that which she noticed changing first. It took on a different turn, pirates appearing and mermaids swimming past. She watched as her brothers became lost in it too. James (or was it John?) and Tommy (no... Michael) both watched her with rapt attention. After long minutes, the story completed, she helped tuck both of them into bed, even though something seemed to be wrong with that. John never went to bed this early. But she kissed both their heads, and snuck out after turning off the light.

The rest of the house seemed strange to her, and she wondered for a moment where her parents were. Where Nana was. And why her bed wasn't in the same room as John and Michael, like it always was. Tonight was a very strange night, Wendy decided, and gathered her long nightgown around her legs as she slipped into her own room, quietly getting ready for bed.

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Seventh Floor
[info]wickedwicker
2010-04-28 04:32 am UTC (link)
Christ, she couldn't believe some people. Clicking out of WebMD, Joanie leaned back in her chair, resting a hand over her mouth. Was it cruel that she had gotten Faith worked up over herpes? Honestly, it had been a joke. It was, after all, funny to suggest that people had venereal diseases when they were clearly candidates for them. But had she meant it? Not really. The fact that Faith was blowing this whole thing out of proportion was her fault, not Joanie's. She couldn't be held responsible for the rantings of a drama queen.

Scooting away from her laptop, she rested a hand on Zeph's head, scratching his ears as he purred. She glanced to the window, watching the strips of moonlight crawl across her carpet. Her calendar had pegged this night as "the night," but so far she was unconvinced. It had been just a normal day, after all. There was work, then relaxing, then magic, then dropping off the supplies, then sitting on the forum while Law and Order played in the background. As she stood to walk towards the television, she realized something: her skin was very itchy.

She slumped onto the couch with Zeph in her lap, clawing at the back of her neck with her free hand. It had been itching for a few minutes now, but it was getting worse. Wrinkling her nose, she scratched more furiously, so irritated that she couldn't really hear Zeph's soft growls of discomfort. Pushing him off her lap, raking her fingers across her chest and sides, she strode to the bathroom, turning on the light and staring in the mirror. Something about her skin looked wrong. She wasn't sure what it was, but she looked more sallow than usual.

With shaky fingers, she gripped the edge of her shirt and pulled it over her head, casting it to the ground and staring at herself in the mirror. Her torso was wrapped in green ribbons that slid beneath her black bra, slicing through her pale skin. Eyes widening, she watched as the patches seemed to expand, magnifying the itchiness as they went.

She immediately turned on the shower and jumped inside, not caring that it was frigid. With the help of exfoliating soap and a loofah, Joanie had finally sated her itch. She stepped out of the shower dripping and naked, staring down at herself. Just like the last month, she was bright green. Though she was prepared for this, the sight still made her stomach lurch.

After putting on a black T-shirt and equally black sweatpants, she tied her wet hair up in a messy bun and strode to the door. Just as she was about to leave her apartment, a soft hooting caught her attention. Tensing, she turned, seeing a small winged monkey sitting on her couch.

She screamed. The monkey howled. When they quieted, both stared at one another for a long moment before the monkey leapt into the air, fluttering towards her and crashing at her feet. Joanie gasped, scooting backwards until her back hit the door. "St-stay away from me!" she squeaked, holding up her hands. "I mean it, go away!"

The monkey stared at her, clearly puzzled, before dropping onto all fours and rubbing against her ankle. She bit her lower lip, closing her eyes. "Zeph," she whispered, almost afraid to say his name. "Is that you?" Looking down, she saw the monkey sit back on its hind legs, looking up at her curiously. She whined. "Oh, fuck, this isn't happening."

She stooped to pick the little creature up, holding him in her arms. "This is...this is unreal." The monkey reached out to grip at her shoulder, crawling out of her arms and perching on her shoulder. With one hand balanced against the back of her head, he began to settle, making small cooing noises of approval. After a moment's pause, she sighed, opening the door of her apartment. She hoped that Russell didn't mind monkeys - there was no way that she was leaving this little ball of mischief in her apartment alone now.

After locking her apartment behind her, Joanie made the short trip to #705. She stopped before the door, glancing to Zeph briefly before holding up a hand and knocking heavily on the door. Hopefully Russell was still around.

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Re: Seventh Floor - [info]themegazord, 2010-04-28 05:26 am UTC
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The lobby.
[info]stringthetrail
2010-04-28 04:51 am UTC (link)
As it turned out, caring for a dog was a lot more work than anyone seemed to care to mention in the post. Not that he really minded--Balto seemed to enjoy being quite the little adorable furry hellion, chewing up a chair leg, a towel, and peppering his face with puppy licks (turns out it really enjoyed the chicken). It was, dare he say it, nice. Dogs weren't like people where he had so much trouble trying to interpret what they really wanted from him. Animals never had that problem. All were very straightforward and it gave him a sense of...something. Belonging, perhaps.

Tying him up as he didn't trust the pup to be left to its own devices, Robert took the opportunity to run to a nearby pet store and get some provisions: kibbles and bits, a dog bed, a few toys. Somehow he was also given jerky treats and a brochure for puppy training classes as well. Oh well. He didn't have trouble carrying everything inside and entered the lobby when a strange thing happened. Nothing physical, but a feeling that something was very off, enough to make him stop and hold his bag tightly, unsure why he felt different. Paranoid, even.

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Penthouse level
[info]snow_bees
2010-04-28 05:15 am UTC (link)
She felt ridiculous, but it didn't stop Deirdre from taping the hand written sign to the inside of her front door.

Please remain inside your castle tonight, Your Highness.

She double-checked the locks on her door, making sure they were all secure, hoping that the combination of them plus the sign would keep her inside.

Checking the clock, she went to sit on her couch. Not even work was able to distract her as she waited for, and dreaded, the moon. The air shifted around her as the sun went down, and by the time the moon rose, the temperature had dropped to below freezing in the penthouse, snow starting to swirl around the corners.

The note on the door gave her pause, but made the corner of her mouth twitch up slightly in amusement. As if that woman could tell her what to do. They were similar, granted, but The Snow Queen didn't follow orders. Especially not from someone who had returned the child she had taken. She discarded the note and unlocked the door, snow swirling around her bare feet as she stepped out to go find the child and claim him again.

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Sixth floor
[info]blackcatsrbad
2010-04-28 06:29 am UTC (link)
Cole knew that tonight was the full moon, but he wasn't expecting anything to happen until midnight - that had been the time everything changed before, after all. His original plan was to lock himself in his apartment, but Ichabod would probably let himself out anyway, to find Katrina or food or something like that. Instead he decided to unofficially take guard duty, patrolling the hallways with one of Shane's knives stuck through his belt loop.

He didn't feel anything at first, even as the moon rose outside and its pale light began to shine through the windows. He'd already gone through the upper floors, and was just heading down to the seventh when it happened. His clothes changed from his jeans and shirt to the jacket and breeches that Ichabod wore. Once he actually reached the floor itself, Cole had been tucked comfortably away, leaving Ichabod in his wake.

"Oh." He didn't seem too bothered, but when the knife slipped from his waist - no longer held in place by the now non existent belt loops - he frowned at it before nudging it away with the toe of his boot. Why on earth did that man (Cole, he knew his name was) have a knife? Shrugging to himself, he continued down the stairs to the next floor, forgetting that he was supposed to be standing some sort of guard and instead wondering if he could find someone kind enough to give him something to eat and a place to stay.

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1st floor stairwell
[info]lostintheforest
2010-04-28 06:31 am UTC (link)
Nick had been asleep, so Evie had felt okay leaving him under the care of the nurses for a few minutes so that she could get some dinner. How weird, she reflected as she crunched on chips on the way back to his room, that as she ate, she was getting hungrier. It had never occurred to her that they would change outside of the building, and it wasn't until she felt the skirt brushing around her shins that she noticed something was amiss. Fuck. Not good.

Gretal was hungry. She had to find her brother though. He came first. She sprinted back to Nicky's room and losing her understanding of who and where she happened to be was a gradual thing along the way. What a strange manor this was, full of people in foreign garb. All of this white- how often they must of had to wash their clothes! But where was Hansel? Not in his bed, according to a woman who was shrieking nearby about suicide, whatever that meant. Because Gretel knew what had happened. The witch had gotten him. And now he was gonna get eaten.

Gretel didn't like this at all and she let out a wail as she tore back down the hall, trying to find her way out. She had to find the witch. And the only place that there were witches was in that place she had been in last time. She let Evie navigate so that they got back to the building fast. The soles of her feet were ripped up and bleeding, but she hardly noticed except that continuing to run was twisting her stomach up in the most painful way, adding to the tight hunger.

She raced to the stairs but paused not too far up. There was more than one witch here, wasn't there? Slumping against the wall, she scowled. How was she supposed to find him now?

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[info]beaute_endormie
2010-04-28 07:26 am UTC (link)
Rosalie had borrowed a sweatshirt from Briton and a skirt from Liz, because no one else's pants were going to have a chance of fitting her. She had sat out in the sun in the backyard for a while, trying to work on a paper, but had gotten distracted by her conversations with Ella and Stefan. When she guessed that it was a half hour or so to sundown, she packed up her things and slipped through the neighbor's yard. Maybe someone in the house was watching her, but she had been in the same place for quite a while now and she hoped that they would have gotten bored by her non-activity.

She got to the waiting cab without being stopped. By the time they reached Bellum, it was nearly sundown and Rosalie slipped around back and into the courtyard. A few minutes passed and at some point, a weight settled on her head. Rosalie reached up and found that the hoodie was gone and the tiara was back. The dress was slightly different though, and she wondered if the real Sleeping Beauty had changed it, and if she liked clothes, and if she was a nice princess or spoiled, and where exactly she stayed if she wasn't able to get into Rosalie's head. If she thought about it, she could almost picture a dark castle rising up from a hazy dreamscape and a distant laugh that was not quite hers, but nothing besides that revealed itself and meanwhile, the sky had darkened quicker than she had thought possible.

Rosalie looked up. It wasn't the sky that had darkened, but the mass of brambles that had sprung up around her, blocking the last rays of sunlight. They seemed to be rooted around the walls of the courtyard, stretching along on three sides to attach to the building. With nothing to stop them, they just went up until they made it all the way to the roof of the building. Glancing at them and then up at the fire escapes, Rosalie considered. She could walk through the wall of thorns easily enough but she probably shouldn't go through the building. Someone might see and there was going to be enough trouble with Rick already. Carefully, she made her way up to the window of 1203 and tapped lightly.

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Re: 1203 - [info]unimpressive, 2010-04-28 08:38 am UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]vasilissa, 2010-04-28 02:04 pm UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]beaute_endormie, 2010-04-28 04:03 pm UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]unimpressive, 2010-04-28 05:47 pm UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]vasilissa, 2010-04-28 11:27 pm UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]beaute_endormie, 2010-04-28 11:44 pm UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]unimpressive, 2010-04-29 12:22 am UTC
Re: 1203 - [info]vasilissa, 2010-04-29 12:32 am UTC
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9th floor, right at midnight.
[info]cyprian
2010-04-28 08:33 pm UTC (link)
( ooc: Judging by the Shane meeting up with Boyd afterward, I'm guessing this timeline is right? This is the same night as Trenton getting knifed up, only that happened much earlier? Right? Idk.)

It wasn't like Trenton to be holed up in P4 for any duration of time. Not unless he was in the depths of some coke binge that just wouldn't quit, you know the kind. Or maybe if he had some really interesting company. In those cases, he might not see the outside world of the sunshine for a good 48 hours. But just him? By himself? No good.

After what had gone down with The Knife Man earlier this evening, Trenton had really considered staying put. It was no stretch of the imagination to say that venturing outside his own door was a terrifying notion. But, at the same time, he wasn't comfortable sitting and staring at the puddle of blood in his living room. Trenton was feeling pent up and agitated inside the penthouse walls. He'd taken a shower and rinsed all of the blood from his skin. Afterward, in the mirror, he noted the damage. His chest was clean, but his side was a deep and healing pink of scar tissue that seemed to grow paler with every minute that passed. He pulled on some clean clothes; blue linen pajama pants and a white tee. Then, he paced.

There was too much to think about, and Trenton didn't want to think about anything. He didn't want to go out, but he didn't want to stay in. The only middle ground was to not be alone somewhere inside the building. Shiloh was gone. Luca was gone. In this moment, Trenton realized how little friends he had left in the building.

He had no one here. Sure, he had a dozen sycophants across town and those girls on the beltway. But in the building? Who did he know? Who was he on good terms with? He'd even pushed Isobel away.

He hadn't formed a concise plan, but Trenton left his penthouse and started for the stairwell with one destination in mind. 906. Even if most of his consciousness was shifting in that moment, everything was a whirlwind focus on 906. He didn't notice the change. The way modest pajama bottoms turned black and fitted. A deep blue vest materialized over his shirt, and the gaps filled in with black, long sleeved silk. A bonewhite cravat noosed his neck, and when he stopped to knock on 906, he didn't lift his hand. Instead, it was a familiar, sterling handled cane that tapped her door. Churches around the city chimed midnight, and Dorian was pleased to be out again. So invigorated, so denied that he felt starved.

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9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]nineteen_stars, 2010-04-28 11:59 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]cyprian, 2010-04-29 12:57 am UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]nineteen_stars, 2010-04-29 01:30 am UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]cyprian, 2010-04-29 07:30 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]nineteen_stars, 2010-04-29 10:46 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]cyprian, 2010-04-29 11:20 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]nineteen_stars, 2010-04-29 11:33 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]cyprian, 2010-04-30 06:33 pm UTC
9th floor, right at midnight. - [info]nineteen_stars, 2010-04-30 10:54 pm UTC
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Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight.
[info]shebringscurses
2010-04-28 09:05 pm UTC (link)
The Witch was very aware of what time it was. She was waiting, and so hungry for access to the modern world. Vaughn could feel her twitching beneath the surface, or it might just have been some psychosomatic awareness of the coming midnight. Regardless, a minute till, she tossed her cigarette and walked into the lobby.

It was like darkness spilled all around her, it was like falling so fast until she landed as somebody else. While there were very few differences between The Witch and Vaughn, the change was wholly apparent. The Witch was cool, her spine as straight and rusted as a railroad spike. Regal, untouchable. Her eyes did not hold the wariness that Vaughn's did in every passing corridor.

Aware of Vaughn's preference for black, the dress remained. She tightened it at the bone shards of hip and lengthened the train into spiderweb tentacles of silk and lace. And then, she hit the stairwell.

The Witch was looking for someone, she knew who. She wouldn't stop until she got there.

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Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]ex_sanguine300, 2010-04-29 04:07 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-04-29 04:17 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]shebringscurses, 2010-04-29 07:52 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]ex_sanguine300, 2010-04-29 08:14 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-04-29 08:54 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]shebringscurses, 2010-04-29 09:19 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]ex_sanguine300, 2010-04-29 09:24 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-04-29 09:41 pm UTC
Re: Rising through the stairwell, shortly after midnight. - [info]shebringscurses, 2010-04-29 10:08 pm UTC
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5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM.
[info]ex_peepshows656
2010-04-28 09:21 pm UTC (link)
She awoke out of a dead sleep, something stirred and had shuddered against against her bedroom window. She sat up, clutching a pale sheet about her bare chest. But, wait..

While there was a subtle memory of having gone to bed with nothing on, Meg knew that was absurd. Perhaps a fantasy, but nothing real. She cautiously peeled the sheet down, and to her relief noted that she wore a dressing gown of white lace.

Climbing from bed, her concern was primarily of Christine. Her envy of the girl was barely surpassed by her admiration, and Meg crept out of 501 with the awareness of someone who had before been caught by chaperons. But she saw nobody in the hall, and gleefully hit the stairs with a rush of rebellion.

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Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 05:04 am UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]ex_peepshows656, 2010-05-01 06:50 am UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 03:24 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]ex_peepshows656, 2010-05-01 03:53 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 03:57 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]ex_peepshows656, 2010-05-01 04:01 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 04:05 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]ex_peepshows656, 2010-05-01 04:13 pm UTC
Re: 5th floor stairwell, 4:30 AM. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 04:16 pm UTC
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3rd floor (just before the moon rises)
[info]lemortvivant
2010-04-28 10:38 pm UTC (link)
Bran was so furious that he completely forgot tonight was the full moon, the event the entire building had been buzzing over for weeks. First it was that annoyance of a woman from 1002, who thought far too highly of herself for his liking. She barely even impressed him, never mind scared him - and then there was that other person who had e-mailed him. Whoever it was had an ulterior motive, that much he knew - all that 'just wanting to talk because you're interesting' bullshit might have worked on an idiot, but he didn't believe it for a minute.

So he was headed to the catacombs, the only place where we could find solitude away from all these people. He wore a baseball cap and a baggy hoodie, his usual ensemble when he didn't want anyone to notice him aside from a customary brief glance.

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Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]still_lotte, 2010-04-29 01:24 am UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]lemortvivant, 2010-04-29 02:27 am UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]still_lotte, 2010-04-29 02:59 am UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]lemortvivant, 2010-04-29 04:08 am UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]still_lotte, 2010-04-29 07:18 am UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]lemortvivant, 2010-04-29 06:58 pm UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]still_lotte, 2010-04-29 07:51 pm UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]lemortvivant, 2010-04-29 08:25 pm UTC
Re: 3rd floor (just before the moon rises) - [info]still_lotte, 2010-04-29 08:50 pm UTC
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The Lobby, evening around 8 PM.
[info]nightmrholmes
2010-04-28 10:46 pm UTC (link)
Iris had a long, long day. The library shift had been quiet (a rarity, actually, something that surprised her when she began that job) but the coffee shop one had been a nine hour hell of demands and aching feet. She got home early, having worked the night before through, and she didn't even bother changing before she fell asleep on her couch, convinced she had until midnight to worry about Irene Adler.

When she woke, she found herself hungry--and also not herself. Irene smoothed down the layers of her pink day dress, and after some thought, discarded the straw hat that covered the rich auburn of her hair. She felt refreshed from Iris' nap, and surprised at the amount of lingering memory the woman had of the last month's experiences. Iris and Irene, rather than coexisting, practically blended into one person, so much so that Irene was hardly disturbed at her present whereabouts, nor by Iris' concerns about this evening. Irene made a soft ohm of thought with her soft lips, and then, shaking her head at the complications, sought out the apartment key before she left #202 for the lobby.

Despite the concerns of Eliot, Micah and Iris, she had no real desire to visit anyone in particular, and though she wouldn't have said no to Mr. Holmes' presence, there were many fish in the sea even when one was not fishing. Train rustling, Irene secreted the key in a pocket and drifted gracefully down the hallway, wrap over her arm. Perhaps there was someone to see, or somewhere to go. She would like that.

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The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]deductively, 2010-04-30 01:23 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]nightmrholmes, 2010-04-30 01:41 am UTC
The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]deductively, 2010-04-30 02:32 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]nightmrholmes, 2010-04-30 05:24 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]deductively, 2010-04-30 06:00 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]nightmrholmes, 2010-04-30 06:15 am UTC
The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]deductively, 2010-04-30 06:36 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]nightmrholmes, 2010-04-30 06:44 am UTC
Re: The Lobby, evening around 8 PM. - [info]deductively, 2010-04-30 07:46 am UTC
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Floor 12 - going down the stairs
[info]dwagonslayer
2010-04-28 10:58 pm UTC (link)
Diego had been sitting on his couch, counting a wad of bills when he felt it happen. He was thinking on his meeting earlier with Fat Jimmy, one of his family's many contacts in New York City. Though the Family was their preliminary customer, they were far from alone. Oh no, the Cucuta Cartel had many arms stretching, many fingers in many pies. And he was enjoying peering at the filling of just one.

A ripple moved beneath his skin, a subtle feeling that he dismissed with a flick of his wrist. After all, he had felt stranger things while enjoying his father's wares as a young boy. When the ripple dissolved, he went back to counting his money. Ah, wealth. It was so convenient.

As if commanded by an unseen force, he stood, moving to the small safe hidden beneath the couch and stuffing the wad of cash inside. After locking the three independent combination locks, he stood, running a hand over his jaw.

That was new.

He paused, scratching at his chin. Hadn't he just shaved? Raising a brow, he slid his hand upwards, feeling a soft rag tied over his head. What on earth was happening? He glanced down, seeing clothing that didn't belong to him draped over his body. A ragged pair of trousers and a loose shirt hung from his lithe frame. As he stepped to the side, he glanced down to his coffee table to see that the small pistol he had laid there had turned into a saber.

Just as he was about to retire to bed - this was strange, even for him - Diego heard a voice in his head. It wasn't so much a voice, really, as an itch. An itch that drove him to pick the saber up and cross the room to his door. After all, it was still early! What use was a day if you slept through most of it?

Diego felt a grin that wasn't quite his own spread across his face as he darted out into the hallway of the twelfth floor, sprinting to the stairwell. Sitting on the edge of the banister, he looked down, cupping a hand to his lips. "Hello!" he barked down the stairwell, hearing his voice echo. "Hello, can you hear me?" Laughing at a joke that went untold, he lifted his feet from the floor and pushed himself down the banister, sliding like a child to the eleventh floor and laughing hysterically the whole way.

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Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]noglass_slipper, 2010-04-29 03:16 am UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]dwagonslayer, 2010-04-29 03:34 am UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]noglass_slipper, 2010-04-29 04:23 am UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]dwagonslayer, 2010-04-29 06:59 pm UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]noglass_slipper, 2010-04-29 07:48 pm UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]dwagonslayer, 2010-04-30 06:55 pm UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]noglass_slipper, 2010-05-01 03:44 am UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]dwagonslayer, 2010-05-01 06:40 am UTC
Re: Floor 12 - going down the stairs - [info]noglass_slipper, 2010-05-01 07:33 am UTC
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Eighth floor, then 802
[info]acatalyst
2010-04-28 11:31 pm UTC (link)
[this]

The doors to the eighth floor opened, and Watson very calmly stepped out. "Come here, son. We shall sit down and discuss this. As I said, it must be related to your tale, and it is likely nothing to fret over," he said, and he very much hoped Aaron would calm down, as the more agitated he became, the more rapidly he seemed to be falling apart. "Come with me, and we shall get you inside."

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Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]backoff, 2010-04-28 11:36 pm UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]acatalyst, 2010-04-28 11:41 pm UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]blackcatsrbad, 2010-04-28 11:56 pm UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]backoff, 2010-04-29 01:20 am UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]acatalyst, 2010-04-29 01:28 am UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]blackcatsrbad, 2010-04-29 01:41 am UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]backoff, 2010-04-29 03:24 pm UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]acatalyst, 2010-04-29 03:57 pm UTC
Re: Eighth floor, then 802 - [info]blackcatsrbad, 2010-04-29 04:26 pm UTC
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Fifth Floor
[info]arcere
2010-04-29 02:41 am UTC (link)
Aiden had been waiting. Patiently, which was unusual for him.

He'd set out the box of supplies and had been idly shifting through it, glancing at the clock every so often. As midnight and moonrise approached, he got more and more anxious, moving from place to place in his apartment, flipping through the novel left at his bedside. Finally he just gave up and slumped on his couch, a pile of papers shifting to the floor in a white stream. They didn't make much difference in the mess.

When the change happened, it was gradual, this time. The headache, staved off by painkillers an hour before, didn't come into his skull like a bullet, but like a hangover. Aiden squeezed his eyes shut and rubbed the heels of his palms against them and then he wasn't there any more. Van Helsing was the one who blinked blearily at the dull light of the room, at the moonlight making the mess of papers on the floor gleam painfully.

His jacket, dusty and old, lay comfortably on his shoulders; against his chest hung the crucifix, which he thought he'd given to Jonathan. If it was here, then truly something bad was on the horizon. The women ... where were they? Madam Mina, Miss Lucy ...

Near his feet lay the box, and it was with a smile that he reached down to take three of the stakes, two of the crosses. The wafers would be useless, he feared. For a boy who so disbelieved in his own fate, though Van Helsing, he had been kind enough to leave such assistance.

Armed this time and with far fewer delays than before, he made his way out and up the stairs, whispering a prayer under his breath. He paused briefly once he reached the fifth floor to listen, leaning out from the stairwell into the hallway in case something needed his help.

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Fifth Floor - [info]veridicality, 2010-04-29 02:57 am UTC
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Lobby; 2:30
[info]sentinelstar
2010-04-29 03:42 am UTC (link)
Luther’s exit from Bellum Letale had been a quiet one and he intended his entrance to be the same. A night in a hotel at the edge of the city was arranged for, but he never checked in. His car was parked on a side street and locked; the keys vanished into a pocket that wasn’t suited to modern times, as Javert took to the streets.

As no further information had arrived on Jean Valjean (or Jean Valjean for that matter), Javert found it his duty to investigate. Luther’s memories were tossed aside as he took the streets, a sturdy cane in his hands. There was something about it that felt off to him – Luther liked it too much and it did seem perfect. If he didn’t know better, he’d blame witchcraft.

A little after midnight, he found himself at a tall bridge. A sign proclaimed the water was the ‘Hudson’ which did him little good. He noted it was more impressive than the Seine and as he leaned against the balustrade, his mind went to the amount of suicides. There was a sign about being in distress, which didn’t make sense; if one was in distress then there was nothing to be done with these electric carriages (the cars which were so common here). He hadn’t seen a proper chaise since arriving in America.

Javert leaned forward, content for a moment to stare at the water. His mind drifted from comparisons to the Seine to power of the water itself; it’s reliability in the greater circle of things. It could wash anything away such as-

There was a sudden shriek and Javert turned, a hand moving to the pistol at his waist. He wasn’t a fearful man; far from it, in fact. But the sight of the car careening towards him was enough to send him running. The limp didn’t help and at the end of the bridge, he tripped at the edge of the bridge. He tumbled into a body roll as the car swept past, leaving wind in its wake.

He remained where he was on the ground, breathing hard and a hand on his heart. It took a minute to calm down, then he pulled himself to his feet, searching again. Enough dallying.

The car was found in ten minutes – driving it, was more difficult now that Luther was silent. It took the better part of an hour for him to give up, in the name of practicality. He kept the keys in his pocket, walking his way through the streets and trying to recall the proper direction. By two thirty, he was outside the building a watch closed and slipped into his pocket.

The smell of the building itself was enough to make him head in. It was foul, teeming with crime and villainy – enough to make him reach for a handkerchief momentarily. But his duty was enough to prompt him indoors. Cane tucked under his arm and a hand at his pistol, he walked into the lobby.

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Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-04-29 08:58 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-04-29 09:08 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-04-29 10:49 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-04-29 11:05 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-04-29 11:24 pm UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-04-30 12:46 am UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]esseule, 2010-04-30 01:10 am UTC
Re: Lobby; 2:30 - [info]sentinelstar, 2010-04-30 01:20 am UTC
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Elevator and then whatever floor, shortly after the change.
[info]sharpcharm
2010-04-29 07:16 pm UTC (link)
It was the second time in as many days that Chris Kyle had entered that particular elevator and became an entirely different person once he was inside. Although, this time was certainly more literal and - more importantly - out of his control and would, Puss assumed, be of much concern to the lad at a later date. It was certainly a cause for concern for Puss that he seemed to be cohabiting with a human male, although the residual knowledge and quiet voice in his handsome head that let him know that said male was as much of a con artist as he himself did please him to some extent.

As the elevator dinged carelessly through one floor and another Puss inspected himself as best he could, lamenting that he appeared to be in a box that was lacking in a mirror or a sufficiently shiny surface. He came to the happy conclusion that his fur was in magnificent enough form as to impress even the snootiest of lady kitties and that he was not lacking in his sturdy, stylish black boots which meant that he was just as prepared for absolutely anything else he may come across. Give a cat a pair of boots, Puss thought with pleasure while licking his paw and brushing it over his handsome ear, and he'll be able to give you everything else and more.

It was the thought of clothes that caused Puss to turn his attention away from the very important task of superb cleanliness to the pile of those that the lad had left on the floor. Curiously, Puss went through them with all the adroit care of someone who knows clothes and is used to handling, if not wearing them. Deciding that the lad had fine taste (certainly better than Puss's master, who Puss had long taken to choosing and laying out clothes for, although perhaps not as good a taste as Puss himself possessed) he did him the service of deftly spinning the clothes into a pin-neat pile and dropped them into the corner of the elevator. He would have taken the time to discover the lad's place of abode and left them there, but time was something Puss knew he was regrettably in lack of, and for Puss, loyal to the last, locating his silly-brained master took precedence. Even over the excellent maintenance of fine clothes, he thought with a sigh. He did, however, pluck the lad's wallet from his trousers and - at the pressing insistence in the back of his skull - a strange metal device that the lad seemed to think was important, and slid the two of them in his left boot for safekeeping.

When one of the box's walls split in two and slid open Puss was armed and ready to meet whatever or whoever was on the other side with a confident, devil-may-care grin, a wicked pair of boots and a mind as sharp as all eighteen of his claws.

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Lobby then the fourth floor. - [info]metrogingham, 2010-04-29 10:49 pm UTC
Fourth floor. - [info]sharpcharm, 2010-04-30 02:00 am UTC
Fourth floor. - [info]metrogingham, 2010-04-30 06:33 am UTC
Fourth floor. - [info]sharpcharm, 2010-05-05 01:26 am UTC
Fourth floor. - [info]metrogingham, 2010-05-07 08:41 pm UTC
Stairwell to the eleventh floor
[info]nobleblood
2010-04-29 08:53 pm UTC (link)
[After this.]

Dracula was quite pleased with the way things were going so far, and even though he knew that he had precious little time in which to be free, all was not yet lost. He had Mina, after all, and despite her reluctance she was incapable of refusing him. She was one of the undead now, which meant she belonged to him. Now he needed to find Lucy, and once he accomplished that it was high time that he allowed them to feed. They needed their strength, and their first kill was necessary if they were to truly become worthy opponents to Van Helsing and his vampire hunters.

Considering the fact that Lucy was very likely a vampire as well, he knew it would be hardly difficult to find her - he sensed that she was somewhere near the eleventh floor, so that was where he headed, Mina in tow. "First we find your friend Lucy, and then it will be time for the two of you to taste your first blood." It was a statement, almost an order, one he knew neither of them would be able to refuse.

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Re: Stairwell to the eleventh floor - [info]old_fashioned, 2010-04-29 10:45 pm UTC
Re: Stairwell to the eleventh floor - [info]lily_like_girl, 2010-04-30 02:27 am UTC
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Deluxe Floor
[info]snow_bees
2010-04-29 09:34 pm UTC (link)
[after this]

The Snow Queen descended the stairs, hearing people's voices echo up at her (that infurating girl in the red cloak), but encountered no one as she alighted on the next floor down. The halls were familiar, and she brought herself to the door where she had found the child last time. D5. A queen does not knock, and as she had no one to announce her presence for her, she simply turned the knob and let herself inside, seemingly not surprised that the door should open for her.

No voices greeted her this time, no glass covered the kitchen floor. It was almost peaceful, except for the scene she came across in the tiled room where she had found the child before. This time, instead of tea in the bathtub, the floor was covered in dark red, curves and droplets of it making gruesome patterns, some gathered along the gridlines of the groutwork. There was a brief memory of another red-soaked floor, but the Queen pushed it away. It did not concern her at the moment.

She moved further through the silent apartment, becoming well aware that the child and his mother were no longer there.

After she had searched every room, she scowled to herself, the one crack in her composed mask. The child was gone. Until he returned, she would have to seek out another one.

She didn't wish to linger any longer in the silent rooms, and moved back to the front door. Letting herself back into the hallway, she left the door open. The rooms were not hers. What concern was it to her if the door remained open to passersby.

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R1
[info]bookshelved
2010-04-30 01:06 am UTC (link)
[After this]

Mina and Dracula were gone, and Beauty could just barely see the broken down nothing that was the door into R1. The door to the bedroom and study were also destroyed and there were vines all over the floor, but that didn't bother her in the way the door to the apartment being missing did. She knew the Beast was scared of the Witch, and now they had no way to keep her out. They didn't even have a secure room to hide in, not with the bedroom doors broken. The balcony and the garden beyond were starting to seem like the safest bet - if the Beast let her past him, that was.

She took a step forward and then another, the flat of her palm running against the fur along his spine. Now, with the commotion over, she could think and focus, and she remembered what she'd been doing in the kitchen when this all began. She slipped past him, ducking and squeezing carefully between the fur of his side and the hallway wall, and she made her way to the kitchen, gingerly avoiding the vines on the floor, which faded into petals as the hem of her dress passed over them.

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Re: R1 - [info]labete, 2010-04-30 01:27 am UTC
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4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor.
[info]lionlike
2010-04-30 02:13 am UTC (link)
Whatever moment of peace the fourth floor may have been experiencing was soon to be completely ruined. Whereas room #407 was usually quiet, that was not the case tonight. The commotion started off slowly, with thumps, bangs, and the occasional gruff-sounding something coming from inside the apartment.

Then, it seemed whatever was inside realised how to escape. All of a sudden, 407's door was the subject of wild abuse. Something obviously heavy was being thrown against it from the inside, with enough force to send tremors through the connected walls. Soon, there was the loud, unmistakable crack of wood splintering as the latch gave way. The door swung open with a much lighter shove this time, allowing a large tawny-gold creature to rush out in to the landing.

How else was a lion supposed to get through?

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Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]acatalyst, 2010-04-30 03:19 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]lionlike, 2010-04-30 09:45 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]sneakingaround, 2010-04-30 10:17 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]lionlike, 2010-04-30 10:33 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]sneakingaround, 2010-04-30 10:41 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]lionlike, 2010-04-30 10:58 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]ex_peepshows656, 2010-05-01 05:36 pm UTC
Re: 4th floor + stairwell to 3rd floor. - [info]wolfishane, 2010-05-01 05:41 pm UTC
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Hallway of the Second Floor
[info]thegoodest
2010-04-30 02:21 am UTC (link)
She had been Faith the moment before, but now she was Glinda. There was a moment of confusion as the body settled itself, but the Fable was now home and in control, and the familiar movements of the body were coming back to her. She smiled benignly on no one, seemingly not seeing the cluttered kitchen table, filled with newspaper scraps with circled job openings, pens, half-eaten bits of pie and sandwiches, fashion magazines, and instead moved upward from the chair with the graceful movements of a learned woman. It was not that Glinda was educated, exactly, but goodness, true, honest, pure goodness, had a way of manifesting itself into things likable and approved, and as long as gracefulness was an admired trait, so it would be present in Glinda. It was a good thing too, or else the voluminous skirt of glittery, silvery, pretty fabric now gathered around her legs in a huge ball-gown, complete with sparkly corset, would have tripped her. She even managed to make her three-pronged crown and gaudy wand look normal.

This was, of course, the first time she was present, so she didn't quite know what to do in her new surroundings. Empty poking about the apartment (something her conscious strongly disapproved of) turned up no guidelines, and instead she began to vaguely wonder—how was Dorothy? And her little dog? And oh, the Wicked Witch? Her heart felt a drop of sympathy for the witch, because losing a sibling is so hard and the moniker, she felt, was very mean, but what was she to do? It insisted they were to be enemies, didn't they? Wickedness did not co-exist with goodness in the best of manners.

She exited into the hallway and began to walk down aimlessly, wondering if Dorothy were around—or any of the ragtag group that had gathered with her. A tin man, a scarecrow, and a lion—it was such a motley crew! It delighted her that such different people could get along. Overcome with the joy the thought brought her, Glinda began to smile to herself yet again and leaned against the wall, satisfied with a moment's daydreaming.

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Re: Hallway of the Second Floor - [info]takingsides, 2010-04-30 05:34 pm UTC
Re: Hallway of the Second Floor - [info]thegoodest, 2010-05-01 01:56 am UTC
Re: Hallway of the Second Floor - [info]takingsides, 2010-05-01 04:50 am UTC
Re: Hallway of the Second Floor - [info]thegoodest, 2010-05-01 02:56 pm UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise.
[info]longcon
2010-04-30 06:26 am UTC (link)
Christian had been surprised to find the pool empty. The weather in the City had been tumultous ever since he arrived, and now that it had settled into a calm, cool night, he couldn't resist the urge to take a dip. He had earned the break, he was sure, what with all the furnishing and decorating. Every cover identity needed legwork to pass basic legitimacy tests, and with Daisy supposedly in the building, Christian needed to be perfect. She knew where he came from, what his favorite colors were, and just how much his family could afford to splurge. If convincing her that he was the same guy she knew meant renting out a penthouse he really didn't need and fixing it up lavishly, then so be it.

Where could she be, his Daisy Fitzhugh? Christian knew she wasn't his by any means, but he couldn't help but think of her possessively. Curiosity had pushed him into making the most reckless move he had ever conceived in his career as a con artist, so why stop now? Maybe he should just suck it up and call her parents. They would know her apartment number, and he would finally be able to stop torturing himself. Perfect.

The change hit him as he pulled himself over the side of the pool. One moment, water was streaming off him in rivulets, and the next, he was fully dressed and armed. He had no time to wonder where the swimming trunks had gone or where the quiver on his back and bow in his hand had come from, as he already taken a back seat in his own mind, an idle observer to everything that was about to unfold.

He felt another part of his brain take over - one that was somehow both clearly his own, yet a completely different person's. This other... man was the one who belonged in these clothes, whose fingers curled into grooves in the bow as if they had always belonged there. Christian did not know who this man was, but he could hear every thought and feel every emotion running through the stranger's mind. Presently they were divided between helping the King's impoverished subjects, and searching for the woman he loved.

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The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]jumpingpast, 2010-04-30 07:04 am UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]longcon, 2010-04-30 08:03 am UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]jumpingpast, 2010-05-03 12:47 am UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]longcon, 2010-05-04 05:58 am UTC
Re: The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]jumpingpast, 2010-05-04 06:47 am UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]longcon, 2010-05-05 05:13 am UTC
The pool and surrounding areas, moonrise. - [info]jumpingpast, 2010-05-07 08:42 pm UTC

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