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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.

Luna was slowly going stir crazy and not having her magic was not helping things one bit. She screamed something and nothing happened,"So not fun" slumping against the door of her suite. She had also felt something that reminded her of the Ravenclaw house ghost and for her that was a bit of comfort. But she decided to make the best of things and lit some candles before setting in for the shower.

(anyone want to check on her thanks to the bad arm?)

With all the chaos, Sparhawk was wandering, looking for people in need of assistance. He had freed Faran from confinement and set him loose to defend himself or aid others, as the horse would choose.

He walked the halls,and the grounds, heading to check on Lady Elaine, for he knew this kind of situation would not be the most peaceful for anyone. He had made his peace with it, for though his magic was gone, he still felt his God within, and that held him up and kept him strong.



9ooc: Feel free to catch him anywhere for tagging!)

Down by the lake, Captain Hook is sitting out on the deck of his ship, watching the stars come down. "Nature at her prettiest, methinks."

Out on one of the porches, The Bunny has turned away from the spectacle, to continue working on his latest invention. It ticks ominously.

Somewhere int he forest, Sirius Black who completely missed the big sign, is staring upwards at a tree. This specific tree has his bike lodged rather high up in it, and his wand has quit working. Damn it.

And in the Lobby, Tim is staring at his hands in amazement and fear. He doesn't have any magic. None. He just assumed that whatever this was, he would be immune to it, but...

He pats down his coat pockets, trying to find something, anything magical that works. But there's not much in his pockets right now. Usually, they're much deeper. Tim finds himself unable to stand, slumping to the floor, muttering spells to himself in some vain hope that something will happen.

But there's nothing there.

Gwen Cooper was huddled in her suite with one hand on her gun, the cop in her had taken over by a landslide. The idea of a shower like this had her on guard, even know she knew there was nothing like the Rift within Here. "But a girl has to be careful, this place might have a Rift of some kind" keeping one hand on the pistol. She could hear the screaming and wished someone was nearby, if only for the company at this point.

The only sound that could be heard was her occasionally trying to clear her nose, blame postnasal drip for that one folks. "Wonder if Jack or Martha are watching the show?" she mused to herself,making a note to finally see about clothes and maybe nasal meds after this was over.

But with her gun close by Gwen moved over to a window to watch the falling stars, all the while missing Rhys by the minute.

Things are even more quiet than usual around the residence. A perfect time for reading...even for ghosts.

She sits in the dim light of the library, near a moonlit window, glowing softly with some inner luminescence. She seems completely nonthreatening and at peace as she sits bent over her book.