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She was walking, with much aide from a couple of canes that most people would use when they break their hips or both their legs, her arms were looped inside of them, holding her body up. She had to walk, because her next stop was back at the gym and working on her yoga and her martial arts. She took it slow through the halls, Ana watching from a little ways off, mostly to just give the girl some privacy.
October 9th, 2008
October 7th, 2008
Buffy was wandering the grounds of Here. She had Mr. Pointy in her pocket, just in case. She was used to patrolling and though there may not be a need for it Here, she still felt the urge. She walked through the woods and by the lake. She stopped and closed her eyes, just feeling the warm air on her skin.
September 21st, 2008
Who: Harm and OTA (Spike, please)
When: Sunday morning.
Where:The lobby.
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD
Harmony was just beginning to get used to the idea of being Psycho Willow's pet Vampire. Even if she had a few tricks up her sleeve now. She was laying on her bed with all her favored possessions out. Her Manolo Bahlniks Butterfly Sandals, her fur coat and fur comforter, her Prada Black coat and matching purse with red pinstripes, black knee high boots, with five inch heels and zips up the side. Her five most favorite unicorn statues, one was made of real gold, silver and other precious gems. She was stretched out on her wood bed, sumptuous, with silk and sheer curtains and rods that held them up. She was bored playing with all of her goodies. Spike was evil now and back with Drudzilla. She did her gig as the semi good guy, pulling off gigs for the Scoobies, tele-portation rocked for that. She never told anyone that she made the deal with D'Hoffryn and it helped her in many ways to break up the boredom. No one assumed Harmony would be doing any good because she was the pretty house pet for team evil. She was so bored. That was when she found the puzzle and she began to play with it. One foot was wrapped up in the silk and sheers of the bed curtains, laying on her comforter with her fur coat on, a pink, silk nightie and pink five inch, heels. She had all of her unicorn statues laying up against her as she played with the puzzle, all secretly cheering her on until suddenly the last piece was slid into place, as she took a sip of her warmed up pig's blood in her 'I break for unicorns' coffee mug. When she looked up, her bed, her favored worldly possessions and herself were all sitting in the middle of this giant lobby of some resort.
"Like, O.M.G. where the hell am I? Willow, this is like, so not funny! Now you are like, playing pranks on me and stuff? I am totally worth more then this, I mean I even had my own gang once." She sighed and dropped her chin onto her crossed forearms and pouted. "Even if the Slay-whore killed them all, I was totally in charge and the get goer. Oh, why bother."
She looked around at anyone mulling around and grumbled. "Can like, anyone...ya know, help me here?"
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When: Sunday morning.
Where:The lobby.
Status: Incomplete
Rating: TBD
Harmony was just beginning to get used to the idea of being Psycho Willow's pet Vampire. Even if she had a few tricks up her sleeve now. She was laying on her bed with all her favored possessions out. Her Manolo Bahlniks Butterfly Sandals, her fur coat and fur comforter, her Prada Black coat and matching purse with red pinstripes, black knee high boots, with five inch heels and zips up the side. Her five most favorite unicorn statues, one was made of real gold, silver and other precious gems. She was stretched out on her wood bed, sumptuous, with silk and sheer curtains and rods that held them up. She was bored playing with all of her goodies. Spike was evil now and back with Drudzilla. She did her gig as the semi good guy, pulling off gigs for the Scoobies, tele-portation rocked for that. She never told anyone that she made the deal with D'Hoffryn and it helped her in many ways to break up the boredom. No one assumed Harmony would be doing any good because she was the pretty house pet for team evil. She was so bored. That was when she found the puzzle and she began to play with it. One foot was wrapped up in the silk and sheers of the bed curtains, laying on her comforter with her fur coat on, a pink, silk nightie and pink five inch, heels. She had all of her unicorn statues laying up against her as she played with the puzzle, all secretly cheering her on until suddenly the last piece was slid into place, as she took a sip of her warmed up pig's blood in her 'I break for unicorns' coffee mug. When she looked up, her bed, her favored worldly possessions and herself were all sitting in the middle of this giant lobby of some resort.
"Like, O.M.G. where the hell am I? Willow, this is like, so not funny! Now you are like, playing pranks on me and stuff? I am totally worth more then this, I mean I even had my own gang once." She sighed and dropped her chin onto her crossed forearms and pouted. "Even if the Slay-whore killed them all, I was totally in charge and the get goer. Oh, why bother."
She looked around at anyone mulling around and grumbled. "Can like, anyone...ya know, help me here?"
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September 11th, 2008
For a dorky teen aged kid, Bobby has managed to set up quite an interesting array of stuff for the party (with the help of Residence staff members).
( Let's get this party started! )
[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]
( Let's get this party started! )
[[ooc: Regular party etiquette, all are welcome, thread hop, post in in several places to get the max amount of tags and fun out of it all!]]
August 18th, 2008
Ginny is moping.
She'd stayed in her room for a while when she saw the notice about the illness around Here, but had gotten cabin fever. Surely the infected person had been healed by now...
She's tried to chase away her blues with exercise, riding her broom, swimming...she even attempted to learn how to ride a bicycle. Nothing seems to be able to nudge her out of her mood, so she decides maybe company will so the trick.
She heads down to Blix bar and takes a seat at the counter, orders a butterbeer, and looks around for anything or anyone interesting.
She'd stayed in her room for a while when she saw the notice about the illness around Here, but had gotten cabin fever. Surely the infected person had been healed by now...
She's tried to chase away her blues with exercise, riding her broom, swimming...she even attempted to learn how to ride a bicycle. Nothing seems to be able to nudge her out of her mood, so she decides maybe company will so the trick.
She heads down to Blix bar and takes a seat at the counter, orders a butterbeer, and looks around for anything or anyone interesting.
August 5th, 2008
It was late at night and Buffy was bored. She was used to not sleeping much so she wandered the halls until she reached the pool. She walked in the door and was greeted with the smell of chlorine. She started to pull of her clothes thinking a dip in the water would be nice and she didn't suspect many people would come to the pool at this time of night. She ran her hand over the water before she walked down the steps and lowered herself in. She began with a few good strokes.
August 3rd, 2008
Buffy was laying on a beach towel by the lake in a bikini. She was soaking up the sun and contemplating going for a swim.
She tossed her hair back and lay lack on her elbows looking out over the lake, watching the gentle waves ripple over the surface.
She tossed her hair back and lay lack on her elbows looking out over the lake, watching the gentle waves ripple over the surface.
August 1st, 2008
Brooke walked into the Boutique and started browsing about. A fashionista like her just couldn't help loving clothes and the variety that was in there...wow!
As she looked around she started piling up stuff on her arm: she needed a new closet, right? She smiled to herself, feeling at ease in her element.
As she looked around she started piling up stuff on her arm: she needed a new closet, right? She smiled to herself, feeling at ease in her element.
July 8th, 2008
The new people amused Raven a great deal. She'd already taken the place of a couple of them, just to see what it was like.
But serving others wasn't as much fun as serving herself. She had a rather large book from the library with her, which was apparently about bartending. Either that, or she was just mixing random drinks from memory while reading. Unless you looked over her shoulder, you'd never know.
But she's accumulating a lot of drinks.
But serving others wasn't as much fun as serving herself. She had a rather large book from the library with her, which was apparently about bartending. Either that, or she was just mixing random drinks from memory while reading. Unless you looked over her shoulder, you'd never know.
But she's accumulating a lot of drinks.
July 5th, 2008
Who Maureen Johnson
Where the Boutique and OTA
Maureen was trying to plan some outfits, she was hoping at somepoint to be able to put on a performance or two but at the moment lacking in any equipment. She decided to start somewhere easy with creating a look she wanted to show.
So to the boutique she went armed with pad and pen to note things down as well as pick up some of the more choice items.
Where the Boutique and OTA
Maureen was trying to plan some outfits, she was hoping at somepoint to be able to put on a performance or two but at the moment lacking in any equipment. She decided to start somewhere easy with creating a look she wanted to show.
So to the boutique she went armed with pad and pen to note things down as well as pick up some of the more choice items.
June 30th, 2008
Buffy stood in front of the punch bag in the gym. She'd been pummeling it for over an hour now. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and made a few good shots to it.
She stretched her arms and decided to leave the punch bag alone and instead work on some of the Tai Chi moves Angel had taught her.
She stretched her arms and decided to leave the punch bag alone and instead work on some of the Tai Chi moves Angel had taught her.
June 14th, 2008
It'd only taken a few days out in the sun for Spike to find out that he didn't in fact freckle, as he'd wondered four, nearly five, years ago. Even still, he much preferred to lounge underneath a tree and…not enjoy, really, but take in the summer-like weather.
Typically, he wasn't the summer-loving type. All right, so two centuries ago, he might've written a crappy poem or two comparing a certain bitch to a Shakespearean summer's day, but he'd long ago learned his lesson. Anyway, he wasn't the picnic-having type, not in the least bit, but at the same time, he imagined that if Buffy, or even Dawn, asked, he'd do it, no question.
...Those two had completely changed him, hadn't they? Bloody Summers women.
With a roll of the eyes, he took out a pack of cigarettes he'd (surprisingly) found in his duster days ago, and his lighter. He pulled out a cigarette from the box and lit it as he continued to enjoy the solitude of the afternoon.
May 20th, 2008
Who: Jack Harkness & Anyone Looking For Some Fun
When: What are you doing right now? ;) (Warning: I may be a bit slow tagging...)
Where: The Games Room, Here
Rating: Oh, hell... Let's go with NC-17, 'cause Buffy wants the pool table and who is Jack to say 'no'? Snogging, swearing and shagging. Very Torchwood, actually...
Summary: Jack Harkness is trying to unwind, kill some time, and think...
He was alone in the Games Room, but that was fine. With any luck, he'd be able to shake the blues or whatever it was that had descended upon him. A feeling of 'meh', as he thought of it. After being stuck Here for a while, he was catching himself getting up at odd hours, wandering the grounds in the pouring rain, walking the roof without shoes on. He was getting used to it all, and as he couldn't die, he was having his life Here drag before his eyes as one, mindless, frustrating, numb day after the other.
Shit.
Captain Jack Harkness poured more Scotch into the crystal tumbler he'd been using for the last three hours and took a deep sip as he studied the pool table. He was playing against himself, which was interesting and boring, simultaneously. He wasn't drunk, but was slightly buzzed, though he had to maintain a steady pace of consumption to even keep the buzz.
Billie Holiday sang the blues on the radio over by the window. How fitting, but then, he'd requested it.
He sighed, lined up a shot and called it to the empty room.
"Eight ball in the side pocket..."
When: What are you doing right now? ;) (Warning: I may be a bit slow tagging...)
Where: The Games Room, Here
Rating: Oh, hell... Let's go with NC-17, 'cause Buffy wants the pool table and who is Jack to say 'no'? Snogging, swearing and shagging. Very Torchwood, actually...
Summary: Jack Harkness is trying to unwind, kill some time, and think...
He was alone in the Games Room, but that was fine. With any luck, he'd be able to shake the blues or whatever it was that had descended upon him. A feeling of 'meh', as he thought of it. After being stuck Here for a while, he was catching himself getting up at odd hours, wandering the grounds in the pouring rain, walking the roof without shoes on. He was getting used to it all, and as he couldn't die, he was having his life Here drag before his eyes as one, mindless, frustrating, numb day after the other.
Shit.
Captain Jack Harkness poured more Scotch into the crystal tumbler he'd been using for the last three hours and took a deep sip as he studied the pool table. He was playing against himself, which was interesting and boring, simultaneously. He wasn't drunk, but was slightly buzzed, though he had to maintain a steady pace of consumption to even keep the buzz.
Billie Holiday sang the blues on the radio over by the window. How fitting, but then, he'd requested it.
He sighed, lined up a shot and called it to the empty room.
"Eight ball in the side pocket..."
May 19th, 2008
The Doctor sits at a table covered with different types of teapots and several cups. He's sampling them all - one by one. Peppermint, Earl Grey, strawberry, chai, snozberry.
All the free radicals and tannins (not to mention the caffeine) have given him a pleasant buzz. He takes a sip of one tea, makes a disgusted face, and moves it to another table, then returns to try some more tea.
All the free radicals and tannins (not to mention the caffeine) have given him a pleasant buzz. He takes a sip of one tea, makes a disgusted face, and moves it to another table, then returns to try some more tea.
It's hot outside, today. Bobby isn't fond of hot weather, but doesn't let that stop him from spending time outdoors.
He's got a nice little set up by the lake, with a lounger made out of ice, and nice shade canopy made of the same (he burns easily, you know). All of that ice is serving to keep the shaded area pleasantly cool, though not frigid.
Not far away along the shore, there is a large spiral ice slide the will dump anyone brave enough to use it into the lake. He's used it a few times, already.
He's got a nice little set up by the lake, with a lounger made out of ice, and nice shade canopy made of the same (he burns easily, you know). All of that ice is serving to keep the shaded area pleasantly cool, though not frigid.
Not far away along the shore, there is a large spiral ice slide the will dump anyone brave enough to use it into the lake. He's used it a few times, already.
Buffy felt like going for a swim, and it was a beautiful day outside. She walked outside to the lake. She had a bikini on under the clothes. She reached the edge of the lake and started to strip down until she had just the bikini on.
April 21st, 2008
Lee's hand is still a bit stiff after throwing a punch into the wall the first night Here, it isn't broken but its still a little stiff, kind of serves him right though. It doesn't matter that he isn't on Galactica at the moment, he needs to keep in shape and the gym at this place is great. He flexes his fingers before strapping the hand and wrist up.
The odd thing is he ponders as he warms up is how well things are going. He's been Here with Kara now for a few days and its almost as though they're living someone else's lives. He's happy though and Starbuck seems to be too and he smiles to himself as he finishes the warm up and heads towards the free weights.
He begins with some bicep curls and lets all thoughts escape him as he keeps his body in excellent shape.
The odd thing is he ponders as he warms up is how well things are going. He's been Here with Kara now for a few days and its almost as though they're living someone else's lives. He's happy though and Starbuck seems to be too and he smiles to himself as he finishes the warm up and heads towards the free weights.
He begins with some bicep curls and lets all thoughts escape him as he keeps his body in excellent shape.
April 10th, 2008
Who: Buffy Summers and OTA
Where: The Gym
When: Thursday afternoon
Buffy was in the gym doing a work out. She had already lifted some weights and done some stretches. She was now kicking and punching the punchbag. She stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead and started to punch the bag again.
Where: The Gym
When: Thursday afternoon
Buffy was in the gym doing a work out. She had already lifted some weights and done some stretches. She was now kicking and punching the punchbag. She stopped for a moment to wipe the sweat from her forehead and started to punch the bag again.
April 5th, 2008
What: Lucas and Layla's wedding, set at dusk, Saturday.
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.
(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)
( The Wedding of Mr. Lucas Eugene Scott and Ms. Layla Sophie Williams. Please come and celebrate with them on this wonderful and special day. )
Who: Invitations were given out to many residents of Here, mainly OTA (OOC notes-No Tags from The Bunny AKA Mister Bunny, please and thank you kindly.)
Where:: Set on the golf course of Here, Wedding and reception. Under an arch of 13 cherry blossom trees. Reception held under a tent set up by Ms. Ginny Weasley.
Why:: Lucas and Layla want to finally set in stone their wedding nuptials with their friends and family like members of Here.
Summary: Wedding and Reception of Lucas Scott and Layla Williams-Scott, R for language tops.
Status: Incomplete.
(OOC notes: OK, I fretted on how to do this, so what I plan to do is to create a photo-album for the dress, an idea of what the wedding and then the reception is to look like. I will explain in as much detail as possible what everything will look like. The albums, I hope, will cut down on image overload. I will lay everything out as far as who is doing what, with who and where. I will do my best to separate the post into the bride and groom with wedding party and pastor. Then the next section can be set up as the guests reactions to the event. A separate post will be made for the reception. It will be more free for all, I will try an assimilate some type of order to it. What I think might work best is to have the wedding party separate, then each member invited to the wedding gets to post a blurb as a reaction to the wedding. Then I will make another post for them walking down the aisle to the end and people then can each post another reactionary blurb. the reception will be more thread like. This way things don't get clogged. I will add a string from each person Lucas gave out an invite too, then a blank section for those coming with a guest as a date or who didn't get an invite handed to them, but picked them up from the lobby. You can add your own names, also please add your own tags as you join, so we get an actual account of who showed and not a wrong account based on misinformation. Below I will list all the people involved in the wedding and reception events, their song, who is giving speeches, special dances, etc. Each will have their own string at the top. The free for all type threads can happen after all those threads happen. I figure we can attack each section as people join, but there will be a placeholder there for that specific thread to happen. IF anyone has a question, email me or google talk me at slavetoserendipity@gmail.com. The pictures I will be posting will not be exact renditions of how the areas will look, just a general idea.)
( The Wedding of Mr. Lucas Eugene Scott and Ms. Layla Sophie Williams. Please come and celebrate with them on this wonderful and special day. )
March 20th, 2008
Who: Spike, OTA
Where: The lobby.
What: Spike isn't a happy ex-vampire, no he isn't.
Spike glared at the "show" in the sky with as much contempt as he could possibly muster for any one thing, past being annoyed and well onto the verge of being incredibly pissed off.
First, there was the part where he accidentally drank blood, only to spit it out because he didn't like it and it actually made him feel sick. It was a feeling he hadn't had in over two centuries, the desire to eat actual food (which he'd had before but it was different now, like needing to desire it different). Then, of course, came the slow realisation that not only was there a food issue, there was definitely an eyesight issue. Namely, that his sucked (leave your pun mentions at the door, kiddies). And then the strength issue. Which he fortunately came to the conclusion was also lost before he did something that would have gotten him killed.
After this, when he'd gotten bored with his room, though he really should have stayed since he couldn't actually see all that well, he caught the post from the Manager detailing what he probably would've known three days ago if he'd been bothered to care - or what little of it he'd been able to make out. In short, though, he was disgusted, practically blind, weak, and more than a little angry about it all.
"Sodding 'show,'" he muttered under his breath.
Where: The lobby.
What: Spike isn't a happy ex-vampire, no he isn't.
Spike glared at the "show" in the sky with as much contempt as he could possibly muster for any one thing, past being annoyed and well onto the verge of being incredibly pissed off.
First, there was the part where he accidentally drank blood, only to spit it out because he didn't like it and it actually made him feel sick. It was a feeling he hadn't had in over two centuries, the desire to eat actual food (which he'd had before but it was different now, like needing to desire it different). Then, of course, came the slow realisation that not only was there a food issue, there was definitely an eyesight issue. Namely, that his sucked (leave your pun mentions at the door, kiddies). And then the strength issue. Which he fortunately came to the conclusion was also lost before he did something that would have gotten him killed.
After this, when he'd gotten bored with his room, though he really should have stayed since he couldn't actually see all that well, he caught the post from the Manager detailing what he probably would've known three days ago if he'd been bothered to care - or what little of it he'd been able to make out. In short, though, he was disgusted, practically blind, weak, and more than a little angry about it all.
"Sodding 'show,'" he muttered under his breath.