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Who: Lee Apollo Adama, OTA
Where: the bar.

Lee carried the watermelon into the bar. He was a man on a mission and he needed vodka. He was also going to need a little assistance in the making of the vodka/watermelon.

He looked at the bar a little unsure, ok the bar tended to give you single drinks no problem but entire bottles, he wasn't sure.

He rested the watermelon on the bar whilst he read the menu.







ETA: warning comments in the Kara/Lee thread get adulty, they should just get a room.

As the sun rises one might find Amanda jogging. Might because she imagines that most people would be asleep right now. She hasn't meant to be so hard to find but she has been training alot having allowed herself to get out of shape when she first arrived. Suprised that it has been so long since she has sensed an immortal.

Amanda has been focusing on getting back in shape and tending to Harold which aren't always mutually exclusive.

The day is turning to night and the lightsaber she is practicing with is cutting through the vacating light of day. There are some beads of sweat rolling down her forehead but she shows no sign of slowing down. Perhaps if someone happens by she will stop to converse.

We need to have a serious Pow Wow. Jack, please include yourself in this meeting.

Thank you,
Nurse Ana.

Tim has been, well, bored lately. It's generally a bad idea for Tim to get bored. Last time he did, he created the skate rugs. This time...

He waits for sunset. It seems like it'll be the most dramatic time of day for this specific adventure. Anyone who cares to look will see our dear sweet Tim outside, trudging through the snow with a grin on his face.

Taking his place at the edge of the lake, away from the boathouse and new ship, Tim slips out his wand. (Six inches, black oak, core made from the hair of a god. Remember, it's not the size of the wand, it's how you use it.) He frowns for a moment at the lake, then smiles. He raises the wand, grinning.

To anyone in the residence, the sound of instruments tuning up will be heard. Anyone who ignores them will not hear anything else that transpires, but anyone who listens in will find the following piece broadcasting from any glass surface. Fun with magic.

The music plays for a few moments, allowing people to tune in or out as they wish, before the words begin pouring forth. Tims wand moves in time to the music.

Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I'm just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me

Even as Tim gestures, the words pour forth from the various surfaces, mirrors, windows and the like, as good as Freddie Mercury ever sang it. In the lake, the water is moving,not in a gentle current, but building up. Humps of water raise upwards a good five feet before sliding back down to normal. Columns rise upwards to rotate and then fade away, all in time to the steady music.

(Tim, of course, makes sure not to disturb anyone who might be on the lake. He is polite.)

Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- If I'm not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

The song is more then just words now. Tim is pouring everything into it Letting all the emotion this song needs to contain into it. If one closes ones eyes, they might almost see the scenes being described, understanding how someone could come to such a sorry state.

Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

And this next bit take the emotions up a step, not so sad anymore, maybe a ray of hope shining through. The water becomes a little more regimented, squares of water popping up to the music, forming complex patterns that might just be chaos at work. And always the showman, Tim lets a bolt of lighting cross the sky when it's mentioned.

I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- He's just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go no, no, no, no, no, no, no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

For a moment, there is quiet. Just long enough for anyone not familiar with the song to think it's over.

Tim uses that moment to remove his sunglasses, storing them in a pocket. A slow grin makes it's way onto his face, one might even say an evil grin. Then he throws the horns with his free hand, his wand darting out to encourage the water into a fierce and wild dance to celebrate the end of the song. Hell, he even throws in some headbanging.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me..


And with that everything is calm. Which is when Tim takes the opurtunity to let everyone know what the hell is going on. "Ladies and gentlemen of Here, that was Bohemian Rhapsody by none other then Queen. And me? Well, I'm Tim Hunter rocking out here on Kay You Bee Eee, the Kube, a completely unofficial radio station for Here. If you want to request a song, just say Tim, and make your request, and I'll see about getting it out there for everyone to hear. Got a question to put to the general populace of Here? Go ahead and say Tim and ask your question. In fact, feel free to try anything here! This is a brand new show, we love call ins, and your participation, and well, interest, will decide whether I do this again."

Tim sits back, gazing up at the residence, still broadcasting. "So , people of the Residence, what do YOU wanna here? I'm Tim Hunter, and I'll be here 'till either everyone tells me to shut up, or the Manager shuts me down. Gimme a call, we'll get things done. Next up on the play list, we have a favorite of mine, Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix a lot! Oh, and hold on just a minute..."

Tim slips his sunglasses back on with a grin and a nod. An alarm spell is going off. Excellent. "Little birdie just whispered in my ear, we've got phone lines home open for the next five minutes, so make your calls home, then give me a call, and we'll chat!"


((OOC:totally just doing this to see what comes of it. Thread hopping encouraged, feel free to make what use of this you want to.))

Gwen was going semi stir crazy as she scribbled another note to leave on the door. Since she could not go and fetch her own tea she had to see if people could help her out. The note was simple, a request for a huge pot of tea. After sticking the note on the door she slipped back under the covers while sneezing all the while.

"At least nobody but Jack and Martha knows you spent last night on the bathroom floor" she mused. Gwen sounded as nasal as before as she sneezed into a wad of tissues. But she had seen the huge ship from her window along with the Jolly Roger flag, making a note to ask Jack or Martha about that. She scribbled some notes into a small notebook, trying to unravel Here to keep from going crazy.

But anyone that peeked in would see a woman that looks as miserable as she feels.

If anyone happened to be downstairs today, at one of the smaller, child-sized playgrounds, shorter slides and the like, they would more than likely find a bird-kid and a fox kit, the former had -thanks to lack of negative reaction so far- decided to stop hiding his wings, and the latter had a splinted leg that didn't seem to be slowing him down any, tumbling down the slide with a happy chuffing bark only to roll around when he hit bottom, scrambling to his feet and running back, if a bit wobblingly, to his companion so he could do it again.

In other words, Iggy and Ignus (also known as 'little Iggy') having a blast, feel free to stop by and say hello.

Who: Dawn, OTA
Where: The archery range
What: Passing time.

For some reason, even the thought that it as a supremely bad idea wasn't enough to keep Dawn from visiting the archery range. Of course, that probably had something to do with the idea that she didn't really give a damn. When it got cold, she'd do the smart thing and go back to her room, most likely making a pit stop somewhere that involved having a drink.

As it was now, she was content to work a bit on her aim, lifting the bow to the target and shooting. She was off by an inch or two and frowned. That hadn't happened since she was eighteen. It was probably because she wasn't completely one hundred percent. But she'd be damned if she let a bump on the head keep her in her room.

She took another arrow, placed it correctly and aimed, grinning when her second try hit dead center.

Harold is safe and resting and Amanda needed to clear her head so on came her swim suit and into the pool she went. Each stroke clean and with purpose propelling herself forward. Strake, stroke, stroke, breath, stroke...on and on she goes. The edge of the pool approaches, her arm goes over her head, chin tucked to her chest, legs flipping over her head landing neatly on the edge of the wall and off she pushes, staring at the ceilling for a breif moment before gliding onto her stomach for the streamline and back to swimming.

On and on she goes.

Who: Iggy and OTA
When: Monday afternoon/evening
Where: the Boutique

Iggy had found clothes that he could hide his wings under, of course, he still looked almost too tall and almost too broad across the shoulders, but he was doing his best.

He'd decided he was going to need more than just the one set of clothes though, which was why he was back down in the Boutique, running his hands over the clothes on the racks, barely touching, feeling out the shape and the size of garments, looking vaguely where his hands were, but also keeping his head tilted so he could hear anyone coming down the stairs.

As with most people Here, Amanda is trying to cope with the loss of some good friends and so she decides to drink, something she doesn't do all that often but this seems to be a time worthy of it. After she's had a few too many she throws the shot glass that was in her hand across the room, "I hate this place." she shouts at the top of her lungs. Tears falling down her cheeks.

Down at the cemetary, Tim is waiting. He is dressed in his best (black of course), a thick book in one hand, waiting by the graves. He has set up a bunch of chairs, and patiently waits for everyone to settle in and show up, before he begins.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, we are gathered here together to join in mourning. We have lost a great many people, near and dear to us. Please, bow your head for a moment of silence, for those who have passed."

Tim bows his head, waiting.

When he raises his head again, he flips open his book. "In this life, we find ourselves in a veil of sorrow. But fear not, for those who have passed on pass on now to a better place, a place of peace and happiness. Beyond this world, there lies yet another, and there, they are laid to rest."


((OOC:There will be a thread in this post for each of those lost, please feel free to have your pup eulogise or just mourn underneath whichever ones you want.))

Harold fell asleep lastnight and Amanda was so very glad to have him back. Though she didn't really sleep well last night. She couldn't help but worry about how she was going to tell Harold about Piper and Jor-el. Her heart is breaking, it's always hard to lose someone you care about no matter how old you get but having to tell someone so young...

After a shower in the morning she changed and went to check on Harold. She stood absolutely still, stunned at what she was seeing.

"Ha...Ha...Harold?"

Harold was in the woods when the explosion happened. He had been looking for Big Stompies (as The Bunny suggested) and vaguely looking for other fluffies to add to his collection. But then there was the OMGLOUDNOISE, which scared Harold quite a lot. He hid in the woods for awhile but then it got Very Very cold.

The combination of being terribly afraid and wanting to hide means that Harold made himself mostly invisible. He didn't mean to, but he was awfully scared. So he worked his way into Hagrid's hut while Hagrid was sleeping and lay down near the fire to warm up. And although he was unnoticed for some time by Hagrid, Fang noticed him not too long after he arrived and tried giving invisi!Harold some love. Hagrid, then, noticed Fang's strange behavior and the mostly invisible figure of Harold. And although Hagrid has been offering Harold food and just generally trying to take care of him, Harold seems to be beyond it.

After a couple'a days Harold wandered, very cautiously, back toward The Residence. When he finds it pretty much the same as when he left it, his fear lessens somewhat and he goes into the lobby. He starts to go upstairs to Piper and Jor-El's room but..something warns him against that. And although Piper told him to stay with Amanda.. He's just not sure what to do. So he goes and hides behind the sofa, just like he had so many times with Piper after he arrived. She'd read and he'd hide.

He doesn't mind staying there. It is actually kind of comfortable. Especially after he steals a couple pillows and brings it behind the couch with him..

Isabelle was carefully using her powers to move the rubble in search of survivors. So far she hadn't found much except, well, rubble. But as she moves a particularly large piece of ceiling she finds several bodies. She rushes forward, but it is more than clear that they are dead. Almost reverently she moves the bodies of the last man of Krypton and two Charmed Ones to a secluded and mostly undisturbed area. She's not sure exactly what to do with them, but moving them there will have to do for now.

Hop, hop, hop.

The Bunny eyes the empty lobby again, just to make sure it is still empty. If anyone sees him doing this, he's in big trouble. But sometimes, well, all the time really, he just has to follow his programming.

Which is telling him, someone has to pay.

So it is that he's carrying a small object, just about the size of an easter egg. Actually, it's painted to look like one too. But with some advanced knowledge, and future technology, the Bunny has created something quite powerful.

"Happy Birthday, buddy." With a quick two hops, he slams the egg into the delivery shoot and hits the button with both feet. After a smooth landing, his beady red eyes stare upwards, waiting for a rush of fire down the tube to tell him he's the new Manager of this place.

BOOM!

As pieces of the residence begin to fall down around his head, he can say but one thing.

"Oops."

((OOC:This is it boys and girls, the big badda boom! Enjoy yourselves.))