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Who: Lucas and Layla and OTA
When: Sometime during the honeymoon, they hit the gym
Where: The gym, each doing their own work outs. Pups welcome.
Status: Incomplete.

*Lucas and Layla head out from their room to the gym. They were laughing and joking, holding hands. As soon as they got to the gym, Lucas began to stretch and do his weight training, Layla would ask Lucas later for some tips on some weight usage. For now, she as in the middle of the gym on the mat beginning to do some general stretching and yogic poses. She would tackle the rock climbing wall next. Come bother them. *

Who: OTA
Where: by the Lake- Faith's feeling emotional.
When: early evening- Thursday.

Faith leaned against the tree as she sat on the ground, watching the water. The sun was starting to set, sending the rays dancing over the waves. She felt exhausted, sleep had been an issue for her the last several nights. It was finally starting to hit her that she was out of jail and she really didn't feel ready. The first few months had felt unreal, but life was starting to settle into a routine. People had gotten married for christ sake, she was even seeing someone. Now it felt real. And so the nightmares had started again, just as they had in the first few weeks of prison.

Torturing Wesley. The fight with Angel in the alleyway.

"You can't take me, no one can take me"

"You don't know what evil is."

"Why won't you do it? Just kill me."

She sighed and closed her eyes, trying to block out the memories and calm her emotions down. It scared her, the idea that she might lose control again, go crazy and start hurting people again. She was supposed to be still in jail, serving 25 to life for murder. It didn't seem right that she was out and free like this.

Who: Mimi, Layla and later Faith, locked.
What: Pre-wedding sillyness.

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Mimi knocked on Layla's door.

"Hello, bride to be!" she called. "It's Mimi."

She had a bottle of wine, and had considered bringing food, but wasn't sure what Layla liked. She figured that she could run and pick some up later when they got hungry.

Lucas was in the gym lifting weights, trying to stay in shape and tone up for his upcoming wedding. He was laying back on the weights bench and grunting slightly as he lifted the weights. He was wearing a black vest, his tattoo on his shoulder visible and a pair of black shorts.

Faith was in the Fitness Centre, seeing how far she could push her healed up body. Being a Slayer rocked, her broken ribs had healed up so much faster than a humans. But, like anyone else, she still needed some physio to get the muscles back to full working order and this was the first chance she'd had to really try some training.

After some cardio work she moved to the centre of the room, focusing on her breathing, before beginning on her Tai Chi routine, hoping to both stretch her body and calm her mind, which was still all over the place, for so many reasons. Never good. That way led to going crazy. So she was really hoping someone would come along to distract her some before her thoughts got too weird.

Peter had had no idea where to get flowers or chocolates or any of the normal stuff he'd need in that situation. This wasn't exactly what he was used to for a date, But he'd gotten a suit from the boutique and looked so well dressed even Nathan would have been impressed.

Before asking why he never dressed like that for any of his conventions and rallys.

He finally reached her room and with a deep breath knocked on the door.

"Faith....I'm not early am I..."

Who: Lucas and OTA

When: The day after he met Peyton here

Where: The Boutique

Lucas stood in the boutique looking for something to surprise Layla with. He thought he might pick up something for her too. He skimmed through some of the racks. He spotted army style combats and a matching shirt.

Who: Faith and Mark (locked)
What: Ringing Sam to tell him about Micheala (*sniff*)
Warnings: Made us cry when we logged it. Optimus Prime being generally kickass.

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Mark took a seat in the lobby, reaching into his bag to pull out Micheala's cell phone. Still nothing. He sighed.

He'd been taking turns with Faith trying to call Micheala's boyfriend back home to tell her, but neither had been successful yet. They were meeting to switch over the phone again.

He was early, so he sat back in his chair, and waited.

Max and OTA
When: While Sam was at the chapel, she was at the bar thinking things over

*Max was thinking about so much, about how she could have died that day. How if she doesn't have another X=5 here and she loses blood like she had, or worse and needed a transfer she'd be S.O.L. She was worried about Sam and these feelings she was suddenly feeling for Dean and to boot she woke up this morning feeling funny. As the day passed she didn't think too much about it and then wham, she began to notice guys all over Here. Really notice them, flirting a bit. Sam was all guilt ridden, she didn't want to bother him. What a great time for Heat to come a knockin'. She drank her beer, sat in the corner and did her best to not run into anyone and to especially not be seen by anyone. She;d go find Sam later.*

(Timed after conversation with Tim but before conversation with Peter)

Alucard needs blood and he is out of his personal supply of medical blood, he only had one packet. Tim had mentioned to see Buffy or Faith, so Alucard is walking around the Residence and out back looking for either of these women. Which isn't to say he wont speak to someone that is curious about him, though he also might not. Unlike other vampires, while he wont kill humans, he isn't a nice guy and being huungry means his mood is even less friendly.

Who: Robert O'Brien - Open to All
Where: The Lobby, because it isn't one of the bars...
When: After the Funeral Service
Rating: PG (?)

Robert contemplates his life...

Who: Abby Sciuto - Open to All
Where: The Cemetery
When: A few days after the funeral service.
Rating: PG (dealing with Death and everything...)

Because I could not stop for Death,
He kindly stopped for me;
The carriage held but just ourselves
And Immortality.

- Emily Dickinson, American Poet, 1830 - 1886

Abby Sciuto sits in the Cemetery of Here, a small candle in a bowl in the snow in front of her. It isn't quite dark out yet, but the candle gives her some focus. She sits on a small, plastic mat she found in the fitness centre, her black cloak wrapped around her, black gloves on, black hair down for a change. She is thinking about Life and Death and Change, and wondering what she's going to do tomorrow.

She's listening some jazz on her iPod - which was in her pocket when she was brought Here - and thought it fitting. The dead might like the music and, of course, where she grew up, that was how you sent them to their final resting place. She's listening on her ear buds, but hopes that, somehow, they are listening, too.

Peter didn't know how he was meant to feel. This place was still so new to him and the sense of grief that was still palpable in the air wasn't his grief. He knew about grief of course, about loss but these people had lost friends that he would never know,

For the most part, in that regard he was on the outside looking in.

The newly refurbished bar has become kinda a regular haunt of his, And so he sits telekiniticly moving his glass from one side of the table to the other for the sake of something to do with his time.

Who: The Doctor and OTA (Martha and Romana in particular, if they want to...)
Where: By the lake
What: Emo. He shall need huggles.

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The Doctor sat on a boulder, staring out at the lake. It was cold, and he had no coat on, but he wasn't bothered by the temperature. Even if it was cold enough to affect him, he still probably wouldn't care.

Freezing would only make him feel more numb. If that was even possible.

He should be used to this by now. Losing people. This wasn't even the first time he'd lost her.

But it never got any easier.

Where: The bar

When: Day of memorial service

Who: OTA

Buffy sat in the bar thinking of all the people she hadn't been able to save. She took a sip of the drink in front of her and looked aimlessly around the bar.

When: A few days after the memorial service.

Where: At the graveyard.

Who: Lucas and OTA

Lucas sat  with his legs crossed at the tree Layla had grown for Keith. For the first time since he'd came here he felt he had some connection to him.

He rubbed his hand over the bark gently and just spoke like he'd speak if Keith was right there in front of him.

Who: Jack Harkness and Open to All

Where: The darkest part of the library.

When: Day after the funeral, very late at night...

Rating: R (Grief, coping poorly, loneliness, swearing)


Jack sits on the floor of the library, in a point farthest away from the door and any of the groupings of chairs. There is a pile of books beside him. He's been reading, trying to keep his mind off other things, unable to sleep even if he'd wanted to try. He doesn't know what else to do at two-in-the-morning, since the last time he'd tried distracting himself, it hadn't turned out well at all, at all.

How many hyper-vodkas did I have that night, anyway?

And then he'd helped make things better with the Doctor, who managed to remove the traces of the Vortex from Rose - and then his other self had 'chatted' with the Time Lord, and nothing was quite the same.

Then the explosion, Rose's death, Artemis gone as well, and so many others that -

No. Read something. Who gives a damn about you anyway? Cope with it, deal with it, Jackie-boy. You killed Rose and the Doctor will never forgive you. You're on your own now.

He scanned the shelves and reached for 'War and Peace', deciding that might get him through the rest of the night.

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.))

Who: Faith and her rescuers (Buffy and Peter most likely)
When: Explosion of course.
(NB- Spin off from Layla's thread Here: another copy of Faith's last comment there, moved to here to keep things nicely separate!)

Faith breathed a sigh of relief as Lucas got out of the room ok, rushing off to find Plant Girl and Ghosty Chick.

She began to move herself when there was a groan, the tree (however it had got there) clearly dying. The strain of trying to hold things up was obviously taking it's toll and the entire structure groaned.

"Oh this is not good," she muttered to herself, gingerly stepping towards the door. Suddenly it all collapsed, the tree, the ceiling and the floor. Faith went crashing through, down to the next level, barely having time to think a pained 'oh shit' before hitting her head hard and blacking out.

Who: Dawn (hopefully Buffy and/or Faith, maybe Murphy later?)
What: Explosion aftermath - Dawn gets hurt.

Maybe Dawn was just trying to be incredibly forward, but she'd decided that once, this once, she'd be the one that went to visit Murphy for a change, instead of waiting for him to show up with a gown and plans for dinner again.

She grinned as she reached the second floor and made her way down the hall, only having the barest second for the tell-tale BOOM sound to reach her ears and she looked up as rubble fell, hitting her on the head before she could stop it magically or otherwise.

Everything went dark.