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Who: Emma DeLauro & Abby Sciuto - Mixer
Where: In the Clinic.
When: During the daytime, I would imagine...
Summary: Mixer! As one of her first tasks working at the Clinic, Abby is going to visit Emma. :)
Rating: We'll say PG until further notice.


Abby was a little nervous about visiting the woman who had been in a coma since the explosion. She hadn't met her before, so there wasn't any common ground, and she didn't know anything about her, really. She'd brought along a few books and her iPod and was ready to talk away the time, too, if that's what Emma DeLauro wanted...

Hoping that her slightly toned-down wardrobe of black and spikes wasn't too alarming, she took a deep breath, let it out again slowly, and knocked on the wall near the curtained area.

Who: Isabelle Tyler & Jack Harkness - Mixer
Where: Outside, in the Woods
When: During the daytime, I would imagine...
Summary: Mixer! Jack is wandering about, because he can, and meets up with Isa, who is around... At least they've met before, so it won't be completely random... ;)
Rating: We'll say PG until further notice.


Jack hasn't gone on 'walk-about' for a while now. He keeps meeting people and getting... distracted from pursuing the great outdoors.

Today, however, will be different. Today, he's going for a walk in the woods, just the clothes on his back - t-shirt, jeans, socks and sneakers - and ear buds around his neck. He has a selection of music on his cell 'phone - charged by the Doctor, thank you - and he plans to just stroll, observe nature on this beautiful day, and listen to something soothing and relaxing.

Ah, nothing like the music of the Fifties...

Mark sits in the bar, staring at the bottle of beer in front of him.

Part of him wants to get completely wasted, but he really can't be bothered to do even that.

He's broken up with his girlfriend because she can't get over her ex. His ex is here, and he is almost over her, or as over her as he'll ever be, and there's some sort of alien flu scare that means his friends can't leave their room, and he can't go in to see them.

It's safe to say he's had better days.

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.

There is a loud bang as a small toddler runs through the front door of the lobby, followed by two brightly colored dogs. The puppies are yipping excitedly. The plaid one jumps up and manages to pull on Harold's shirt (without ripping it even!). "I'm It!" Harold giggles and twitches directions to chase the puppies. They start running towards the stairs, Harold close behind.

Robert O’Brien & Luna Lovegood
Mixer
Library

Luna had decided to spend the day in the library mostly because she was not the type for the sun. But she had decided to perch herself by one of the few windows since it was rather nice out as she set a small stack of books and a small bottle of water nearby. After making sure she had a painkiller lolly tucked away just in case she nestled into the chair with book in hand. "Know I have to face things just not today" thinking of the fact she may have to have more work done to make her arm and wrist whole again. But for today she was content to camp with a few books as her little radish earrings swung from her ears.

Ginny is sitting by the pool, feet in the water. She's reading a book, and trying to figure out where the heck muggles get their ideas about witchcraft. Crazy.

Her wand is in her lap, and there are knitting needles in the air next to her, working by themselves to knit what appears to be a long green tube out of a fine, soft cotton.

Mallory is happy with the progress her class is making with their fencing lessons. True, a few of them didn't take it very seriously, but they were at least having fun. Still, she doesn't get much of a work out while teaching.

At the moment, she's got her rapier in hand and is practicing her foot work and lunging. She's been at it for quite a while now, and could probably stand for someone to tell her her shoulders are starting to get sunburned.

Bobby is sitting on the grass in front of the residence in his ice form, making it snow around him. Not a lot was sticking to the ground at first, but he turns down the temperature a notch or two, and soon he is sitting in a nice circle of white.

Maureen, heaven forbid was bored. Her inspiration has dried up and its been a little frustrating to say the least.

Still she still had her sanity and if she went to the boutique she might just find something. A scarf that could give her inspiration anything.

She sang quietly to herself as she headed towards the boutique. "Only thing to do is jump over the moon."

Lizzie is still getting used to being Here. A few days in her room and she has discovered that people do not pay visits upon newcomers. It seems she will have to get out there herself. This is all so strange and very new. A headache threatened ominously. She needed air.

Out into the grounds the air wasn't quite the same as in Hertfordshire but it still helped her clear her mind. She followed a path to what looked like some kind of hot house like some of the bigger houses kept. She decided to peek inside.

Lee Adama and Gwen Cooper
Medlab (part of Mixer)
One bored out of her wits lady cop/member of Torchwood meets someone new

Gwen was bored out of her wits and Jack was not due back for a visit for a few more hours. "Another day and no new clues besides what Owen and I found" meaning the alien flu that landed her in the medlab for a once-over. But unlike a few weeks before their was color in her face again, the shivering was just about gone and besides some nagging postnasal drip she was pretty much in one piece again. "Way too sunny out,this place needs some fog and a freak thunderstom or two" thinking of Cardiff and of Rhys. She scribbled a note about what could have gotten her and Owen sick when she heard footsteps nearby and out of habit reached for her gun, forgetting it was back in her room and very well hidden from all nosy eyes (minus Jack,Martha and Ianto of course).

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~!