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Max was in the gym, she was pummeling the bag, yelling at it and just wailing on it. She did a spin kick and kicked it off the wall hook. She lifted it to do it all over again. She tried some knee jabs, holding the bag and picturing Sam.

Who: Skrull Max who is not unlike Max-Max.
Why: Gathering intel, being a pain in the ass, WHEEEE the no violence thing rocks!
When: Midday, Monday afternoon
Why: To do her assimilated job, infiltration.

X-452 AKA Maxine Guevara was reporting for proverbial duty. She was walking the halls, itching to run into that skinny blonde chic again, Peyton was her name. She was a little spit fire, possibly that Lee guy, a nice re match would rock. May be Abby who talked too much and was kinda sweet. She missed Sammy too, god did she miss him, the kissing, the touching and the talking. He's been M.I.A. now she is a pissed off Max wanting to whoop some ass. Cracking her knuckles as she walked down the halls, scowl on her face. Freakin' Men~!

OK, let's make a few things in this world, the next world perfectly clear. Maxine Guevara-X-452 never and I mean to say never is gotten up on by anyone, ever, except... She mighta' gotten tagged by a bullet saving a lil kid, but that was her being the Saviour in the wrong time and place. She might have been kidnapped by other Nomolies and X agents, but never really hurt and always got out of it. There is and was only one person in this whole gaping, sucktastic world who got to her, shot in the heart by a clone of herself. Yeah, Max got taken down by one and one only...herself. Always herself. So, when she was sittin' on the roof just chillin' and watchin' the sky. Missing Sam something fierce and she cried her silent and heavy tears. She never knew what came over her. There was a few soft thuds behind her and she was on guard. Standing and going on the offensive. She was ready to go toe to toe with these losers. "Finally, some FUCKING ACTION!" she screamed out to the air and the sky and the stars. Months of frustration and boredom and just plain anger boiled to the surface. Rising and rising like bile to the surface of her throat and then things just went black. All this raging against the proverbial machine and she found herself flailing and gasping in nothingness in no time flat. She floated there, she felt it as she floated there for hours and days and months. This boiling cesspool of bitter rage all bottled off and sampled like a fine wine. That's what she felt like, a bottle of fine wine just floating in a sea of ice and nothing.

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.

Who: Max Guevara and OTA
When: Sunday evening after some chow
Where: Chilling in the lobby, taking her shift for new arrivals.
Status: Incomplete.

*Max was wondering how Sam was? She hadn't seen that much of him at the wedding, but he looked really hot in tux. She knew she'd see him doing some manner of his schedule. She just didn't see him as much as she used to see him. With Dean becoming a hermit, well...they never got out much and did the fun things they used too. It was always a schedule. She was playing with a knife, cleaning her nails, reading a book on Picasso, because it reminded her of Big Fella. She missed Joshua something fierce. She was so used to taking care of him, Alec and Terminal City. Being Here was beginning to chap her ass. Bother her at your own cost.*

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.

What: Lucas and Layla's reception, night, 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.)

(See PICS provided with descriptions for reception, description of reception is included in wedding post: http://s300.photobucket.com/albums/nn7/Hippiechylde/Reception/ )


( Remember tonight, for it is the beginning of always.  )

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. )

Sam was finished in the chapel for the day, he'd gotten there later than usual, but it wasn't like there was any specific time he had to be there by.

He'd gone to get something to eat, and was currently in the library, perched on a windowseat, book propped against his knees, just reading and taking notes, almost making lists, really. It wasn't for anything in particular, except to keep himself busy, give himself something to do so he didn't drive Dean crazy, and so that maybe, just maybe, when they got out of here he'd have even more weird facts crammed into his encyclopedic brain.

Who: Iggy and open to anyone who'd be up that high
Where: The roof
When: Tuesday night, after dinner and well after dark.

It has been said, that if you want to fly you have to throw yourself at the ground, and miss.

This is, as point of fact, easier for some people than for others. Such as the six foot tall boy with the wingspan of over thirteen feet.

Just because he wasn't at home and didn't have Max there to tell him to practice, didn't mean he was just going to slack off. Quite the opposite actually, he knew he needed the practice just to keep himself sharp.

He'd done a few runthroughs of Up & Away, taking off from flat standing, he'd even gone on a low flight through the trees and hadn't banged himself up too badly. Just at the moment he was practicing dives, just letting himself drop from the edge of the roof and not flapping until he had to, wingtips brushing the ground now and again when he almost didn't spread his wings in time.

Dean Winchester
When: Around the time Max is at the bar and Sammy's in the Chapel.

Dean was up in his room, doing inventory. Well, not so much inventory as making sure nothing actually got damaged too badly to work. He wasn't sure how to do that with certain supplies, i.e. the holy water (Which y'know, didn't seem broken. The flask was fine, the liquid inside it was still sanctified.) but the weapons and laptop were easier to figure out.
All the items and belongings were just fine, and that gave him cause for celebration. He needed a snack! But snacking required going out and acquiring food. He'd have to do some interesting covert operations.

If you saw a man sneaking down the hallway, humming the Mission Impossible theme to himself, it's not because he's gone crazy recently, he was always this froot loops.

After food acquisition, which just so happened to be a plate stacked high with sandwiches cut into triangles, he sat at the window of his room, looking out at the view.

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.*

Who: Max and Dean, Sam later. (Closed)
Where: The stairs to the first floor corridor.
When: During the explosion

*Max is heading down the stairs to Sam and Dean's room when she hears the rumble. She and Dean were going to work on her motorcycle today. So she had brought it down to Sam's room a week earlier in the hopes of cleaning her up and working out some of her kinks, plus giving her and Dean something to bond over. When she hears the second rumble she makes it halfway down the stairs and that's at a blur but she is not quick enough to duck out of the way of some falling debris. A big chunk of ceiling falls and it catches her right on the left side of her head behind her ear (nothing too serious, it looks worse then it really is). Although, it manages to knock her out cold, she slumps to the floor, falling backwards down the stairs landing head first, legs angling up. Above her and all along the corridor by the stairs down toward room 111 and a little bit up the other side veins are beginning to form and small chunks of plaster and dust are falling to the ground around her.*

Characters: Gwen Cooper, OPEN (DW/Torchwood pups if possible)
Where: Somewhere near the explosion
When: Explosion Aftermath
Rating: R(Gwen's a cop, decent chance she'll curse at some point)
Summary: Gwen arrives Here and hopefully finds old friends

Gwen was bored as she watched the scene around the SUV. It was her shift to sit by the car and watch for stray Weevils as she worked on the cube, borrowed from Tosh. She slung her backpack over one arm as she worked between sneezing fits, also coming down with a really nasty cold to boot. "Two more pieces and I finally beat Tosh at a simple puzzle" she could smile between fits of sneezing and coughing. As she dropped the last piece into the cube it happened, she was nowhere near the team SUV and found herself in the midst of madness.

"Owen? Tosh? Ianto? Martha? Jack?" she called, hoping someone would answer her. She on instict reached for the Weevil spray in her backpack(also with a change of clothes, cell phone and charger, 2 paperbacks, a electronic game,her IPod and a hidden handgun). But at that moment she was hit by another wave of hacking coughing and sneezing. To be honest she felt as lousy as she looked at this point,having to lean against a wall to let a wave of nausea pass.

"Not even Ianto's coffee will help now" as she tried to find anyone that knew what was going on or where she was. Looking as white as a sheet and ready to throw up was not exactly helping plus she was dazed from the crash landing