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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.

The snow people were definitely amusing, and some of them even in some ways familiar, no one she knew...not really but almost like she'd seen them in a dream. Something...

"I don' get it" she muttered to herself and started to melt a patch of snow with a yellow glow from her left hand. She wished she knew why it was familiar to her...those faces.

She'd been standing there, wrapped up for a winter colder than a Cajun girl is used to for about ten minutes. The heat from her power warming her up some as the patch of path grows, rivlets of water flowing back toward the retreating snow.

There is a series of five notes that echo through out the residence. For any geeks who might be listening, it's the same five notes used in Close Encounters of the Third Kind. Cause, Tims nerdy like that. But, after the notes, the broadcast begins.

"Ladies and gentleman, children of all ages! That's right, it's time once again for Kay You Bee Eee, KUBE radio. Once again, if you don't feel like listening in, concentrate on ignoring this broadcast, and it will fade away. Don't you wish everything was like that?"

Down in the Lobby Tim is seated in wheely chair, spinning back and forth happily. He figures if he's going to be a dj, he might as well have the chair. "So, to start the night off right, let's have some news! We've got three, count 'em three lovely new residents to our, uh, residence. Now I'm not going to name names, cause that would be rude, but if any of you ladies want to call in and introduce yourselves on air? Fine with me."

He pushes off of a pillar, gliding across the floor as he spins his wand. "now before we get to the music, I'll explain again how this works. Anyone who want to get on the air, whether for an interview, a discussion, a request or what have you, all you need to do is say 'Tim' and then follow it up with what you want now-"

Tim pauses for a moment, his head cocked to the side, listening. "Well, whaddya know! We've got our first caller, ready and willing to talk. He wants to be anonymous and-" Tim twirls his wand, reaching out his powers to try and get a feel for the caller, and failing miserbaly. "Caller, I'm getting the idea that you're calling me from some where dark, underground, touching wood that's touching water. Are you in a grave?"

A new voice comes over the broadcast, a slightly distorted voice. "That's none of your god damn business Tim. Just a precaution I've made, in case."

"Well, all right caller, but what should we call you?"

"Mister B will do. As to what I want, well. I have here in my grubby little pa-hands a lovely little wooden puzzle piece I happened to find a while. It does me no good. Especially with all these people hidin' and hoardin 'em. So what I'm wantin' is, well, make me an offer. Not you magic ass, I don't trust you, but any of the others. Anyone can call in and offer me something in exchange for my little piece. Ad yes, I do accept sexual services."

With a roll of his eyes, Tim jumps right back into the flow. "Well, you heard it here first folks. Someone has a piece up for sale. Call in to the show, ask for a song, and make an offer to this fine gentleman who wants to sell off a piece of the way home. Who says we don't have any entertainment? First song of the night will be-"

"Hey, Timmy, I got one. Play March of Cambreadth for me, huh?"

Tim shrugs, and lets that fabulous song play on.

Mimi settled back against the pillows and picked up the puzzle she'd been playing with over the last few days. She was sitting on her bed, Roger's guitar in her lap. Helped, sometimes, being near to something he loved so much. She couldn't play it, but the weight of was comforting. It was raining outside, and she was so glad to be inside in the Loft.

"Hee, that tickles," she said, giggling, looking down at Angel, who was painting her toenails blue. He smiled back at her.

She went back to the puzzle, finally slotting the last piece in.

Suddenly, it was like the bed had disappeared, and they were falling. She grabbed for the guitar as it slipped - her hands were empty, where had the puzzle gone? - but it wasn't long before they landed.

"Ow!" she exclaimed. They'd landed on the floor, she could feel a very plush carpet underneath her hand.

This was weird.

She looked down to see if Angel was okay.

"You alright?" she asked.

"Where the hell are we?" she added, as an afterthought.

When: Saturday morning breakfast
Who: Iggy and OTA
Where: the Pantry restaurant

Iggy, wings unfolded just enough so that he could lean against the back of the chair he was sitting in, was perched at one of the tables in the Pantry. Just at that particular moment he was working his way through a stack of pancakes.

There was also enough food on the table for three, maybe four people, and three empty plates to one side already. It was kind of amazing to watch, really, because he was a tidy eater, for someone apparently so ravenous, as well as someone who was blind.

Feel free to ask him if he's going to eat all that.

Elaine had been wondering for a while about the glass building out here, and her curiosity had finally gotten her to go outside and explore it. When she pushed open the door tentatively, she was shocked at the warmth in the house--like a warm spring or summer's day. She took off her cloak, draping it over her arm, and looked around.

It didn't take her very long at all to work out what the building was for.

So now, she's happily planning and planting about 8 feet of gardening space. She looks happier than anyone has ever seen her, and she's humming randomly to herself as she digs and plants her seeds.

( Cut for spoilers to the Dr. Who Christmas Special )

My feet are on the ground? "Strange" I say out loud. Walking around I don't even notice that the wooden box isn't in my hands any longer.

"What?...What?...What is this plcae?" My head darting around with curiousity and wonder.

Tim has been, well, bored lately. It's generally a bad idea for Tim to get bored. Last time he did, he created the skate rugs. This time...

He waits for sunset. It seems like it'll be the most dramatic time of day for this specific adventure. Anyone who cares to look will see our dear sweet Tim outside, trudging through the snow with a grin on his face.

Taking his place at the edge of the lake, away from the boathouse and new ship, Tim slips out his wand. (Six inches, black oak, core made from the hair of a god. Remember, it's not the size of the wand, it's how you use it.) He frowns for a moment at the lake, then smiles. He raises the wand, grinning.

To anyone in the residence, the sound of instruments tuning up will be heard. Anyone who ignores them will not hear anything else that transpires, but anyone who listens in will find the following piece broadcasting from any glass surface. Fun with magic.

The music plays for a few moments, allowing people to tune in or out as they wish, before the words begin pouring forth. Tims wand moves in time to the music.

Is this the real life- Is this just fantasy- Caught in a landslide- No escape from reality- Open your eyes Look up to the skies and see- I'm just a poor boy,i need no sympathy- Because I'm easy come,easy go, A little high,little low, Anyway the wind blows, doesn't really matter to me, To me

Even as Tim gestures, the words pour forth from the various surfaces, mirrors, windows and the like, as good as Freddie Mercury ever sang it. In the lake, the water is moving,not in a gentle current, but building up. Humps of water raise upwards a good five feet before sliding back down to normal. Columns rise upwards to rotate and then fade away, all in time to the steady music.

(Tim, of course, makes sure not to disturb anyone who might be on the lake. He is polite.)

Mama,just killed a man, Put a gun against his head, Pulled my trigger,now hes dead, Mama,life had just begun, But now I've gone and thrown it all away- Mama ooo, Didn't mean to make you cry- If I'm not back again this time tomorrow- Carry on,carry on,as if nothing really matters-

The song is more then just words now. Tim is pouring everything into it Letting all the emotion this song needs to contain into it. If one closes ones eyes, they might almost see the scenes being described, understanding how someone could come to such a sorry state.

Too late,my time has come, Sends shivers down my spine- Bodys aching all the time, Goodbye everybody-I've got to go- Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth- Mama ooo- (any way the wind blows) I don't want to die, I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all-

And this next bit take the emotions up a step, not so sad anymore, maybe a ray of hope shining through. The water becomes a little more regimented, squares of water popping up to the music, forming complex patterns that might just be chaos at work. And always the showman, Tim lets a bolt of lighting cross the sky when it's mentioned.

I see a little silhouetto of a man, Scaramouche, scaramouche will you do the fandango- Thunderbolt and lightning-very very frightening me- Galileo,galileo, Galileo galileo Galileo figaro-magnifico- But I'm just a poor boy and nobody loves me- He's just a poor boy from a poor family- Spare him his life from this monstrosity- Easy come easy go-,will you let me go- Bismillah! no-,we will not let you go-let him go- Bismillah! we will not let you go-let him go Bismillah! we will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go-let me go Will not let you go let me go no, no, no, no, no, no, no- Mama mia,mama mia,mama mia let me go- Beelzebub has a devil put aside for me,for me,for me-

For a moment, there is quiet. Just long enough for anyone not familiar with the song to think it's over.

Tim uses that moment to remove his sunglasses, storing them in a pocket. A slow grin makes it's way onto his face, one might even say an evil grin. Then he throws the horns with his free hand, his wand darting out to encourage the water into a fierce and wild dance to celebrate the end of the song. Hell, he even throws in some headbanging.

So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye-
So you think you can love me and leave me to die-
Oh baby-cant do this to me baby-
Just gotta get out-just gotta get right outta here-

Nothing really matters,
Anyone can see,
Nothing really matters-,nothing really matters to me..


And with that everything is calm. Which is when Tim takes the opurtunity to let everyone know what the hell is going on. "Ladies and gentlemen of Here, that was Bohemian Rhapsody by none other then Queen. And me? Well, I'm Tim Hunter rocking out here on Kay You Bee Eee, the Kube, a completely unofficial radio station for Here. If you want to request a song, just say Tim, and make your request, and I'll see about getting it out there for everyone to hear. Got a question to put to the general populace of Here? Go ahead and say Tim and ask your question. In fact, feel free to try anything here! This is a brand new show, we love call ins, and your participation, and well, interest, will decide whether I do this again."

Tim sits back, gazing up at the residence, still broadcasting. "So , people of the Residence, what do YOU wanna here? I'm Tim Hunter, and I'll be here 'till either everyone tells me to shut up, or the Manager shuts me down. Gimme a call, we'll get things done. Next up on the play list, we have a favorite of mine, Baby Got Back, by Sir Mix a lot! Oh, and hold on just a minute..."

Tim slips his sunglasses back on with a grin and a nod. An alarm spell is going off. Excellent. "Little birdie just whispered in my ear, we've got phone lines home open for the next five minutes, so make your calls home, then give me a call, and we'll chat!"


((OOC:totally just doing this to see what comes of it. Thread hopping encouraged, feel free to make what use of this you want to.))

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.

Wyatt misses his family and so he has devised a way that may work. He still isn't sure if it will but for the moment he is meditating in front of a bowl of water that is surrounded by candles. A soft whisper escaping his lips. The sun is rising over the lake offering a soft magestic glow to surround the scene.

There was a young man and two overly excited puppies in the lobby, he'd managed to wrangle them together at least, for long enough to write a note and pin it to the board.

It was simple enough and said:

Two puppies, free to a good home
Formerly belonged to one Ms. Wanda Maximoff
Please contact the guy with the puppies,
or Remy in Room #152

Just at the moment, he was tossing a ball for them, smiling faintly at the scrabble-footed running when they went off after it.

The hydrospanner hit the far wall with a satisfying thud and Jaina Solo, Sword of the Jedi Order, slid down the side of her X Wing fighting the tears back from her eyes.

"SithSpawn" she cursed, the phrase only making her feel worse since that much at least wasn't true. Her twin had made the choice all on his own. And Mara had paid the price for his darkness.

"Agh" she growled, kicking the side of her ship. It neither made her feel better nor fixed Jacen. But it had seemed appropriate at the time.

She wiped her hands on an already dirty hand towel and moved toward the changing rooms and the sanisteam throwing her clothes and tools on a bench.

After the Sanisteam Jania emerged back into the changing room to find a puzzle box perched atop the tool box.

One of Uncle Luke's little exercises obviously.

Her mind was fine. It was her body she needed to train. She needed to fight Jacen, Kill him. Finish this once and for all.

But she wasn't ready.

The box stayed there, untouched for a few days. Through scouting missions, training, even an encounter with a GAG ship.

It stayed there through dinner with her parents, she'd never seen them so somber, Her dad didn't know what to do, never having been good with this sort of thing. Jaina had talked to him about her ship and to her Mom about Jag who wasn't a boyfriend but maybe could someday be.

Jacen was not mentioned though they, all three thought of him.

And then she'd gone to meet Luke dressed like a Jedi, Lightsabre hanging from her belt, she figured she should do his puzzle thingy before she got there. There might be some point to it he wanted to make to her. And she'd learned to listen to her Uncle.

She sat on a bench watching the cars fly by overhead, watching the carefully constructed Courscanti trees blow in the light breeze, and she worked on it, getting to the end as she heard the voice.

"Jaina" he said and her heart broke almost as she slid the last piece into place. He sounded so sad.

"I did it" she said with a shrug but she hadn't said it to her Uncle.

She jumped from the floor where she'd landed on, using the Force to help her land on her feet and looked around. It looked like one of the fancier hotels on Courscant. But how the hell had she gotten here, had she been knocked out. Had Uncle Luke. Had that even been her Uncle.

Was this all a trap...

"Jacen!" she screamed angrily "Show yourself you coward" she yelled over the audible snap-hiss as she activated her violet coloured lightsaber and fell into a battle stance.

Rogue scowled as she finished her laps in the Danger Room. Ever since Kitty had disappeared Logan had been pushing 'his girls', herself and Jubilee, harder than ever in training. She bent over, bracing herself against the wall as she tried to catch her breath.

"Ah can freakin' fly anyway, why do ah have to do goddamn laps?" She muttered angrily under her breath as she stretched out, feeling the muscles crunch in protest. Ms Marvel's powers may have made her stronger, but damn she could still ache.

And she missed Remy. Not that she'd be admitting that to him any time soon.

She was just leaving the Danger Room to grab a shower when she noticed the puzzle in one corner. She picked it up with a frown, turning it over in her hands. The Professor and some of the others had been reluctant to share any information they had learned about what had happened to Kitty beyond the fact she was ok and it was somehow connected to a puzzle of some sort. She should hand this over to them, maybe they could figure out a way to use it to bring her back. She started to head out, her fingers idly slipping the puzzle pieces into place. As the last one clicked she felt the world lurch for a moment, and everything spun out of focus.

When her vision cleared again she seemed to be standing in the lobby of some hotel. One that was very definitely not the mansion.

"Oh you've gotta be kiddin' me..."

The nurse kept looking at him. Spike had been aware of this ten minutes ago the first time she took a glance over her desk in his direction. He couldn't blame her, though. He'd raced in her with a man that had a nice hole in his side, had no insurance for this man he'd desperately wanted saved, and his face was a bleeding mess.

She'd tried to get him looked at, but he'd utterly refused, telling her that it would be a waste of time and to do something slightly more useful. He'd then sat in a chair, wanting to at least wait until he knew if Gunn was going to live or die before he left. Where he'd go when he left, he had no idea, but it wouldn't be back to that alley. He could not go back to that alley.

Within those ten minutes that he'd been sitting down, he find a wooden cube with pieces underneath his chair. Considering the choice between that or the health and beauty magazines littering the table in front of him, it was no wonder he chose the cube.

It took him less time than he would have thought, just five minutes after he recognized that the nurse was still watching him, before a smug smile crossed his lips as he slid the last piece in - and landed right in the middle of a very sunlit place, ignoring the waiting room chair still underneath him.

For a moment, he panicked, before he realized that, once again, he was not on fire. Right. Must be that alternate dimension thing. No burning to a crisp for me, then. He thought, standing and squinting as he took a look around him.

( Just before arrival... )

He looks around at what looks like a posh hotel lobby. Maybe someone redecorated the mansion while he was gone?

"This is isn't the coffee shop! What the heck just happened? Professor? Jean? Hank?"

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.

Alucard has been enjoying the sweet aroma of the sorrow, though he is no closer to understanding where he is or how to get home. So he roams around in the form of a little girl who looks alot like his Master when she was younger. But the red eyes might give him away as something other then human.

He is thirsty, even he can only go so long without feeding, so he hunts for a source of blood.

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.))

Harold was in the woods when the explosion happened. He had been looking for Big Stompies (as The Bunny suggested) and vaguely looking for other fluffies to add to his collection. But then there was the OMGLOUDNOISE, which scared Harold quite a lot. He hid in the woods for awhile but then it got Very Very cold.

The combination of being terribly afraid and wanting to hide means that Harold made himself mostly invisible. He didn't mean to, but he was awfully scared. So he worked his way into Hagrid's hut while Hagrid was sleeping and lay down near the fire to warm up. And although he was unnoticed for some time by Hagrid, Fang noticed him not too long after he arrived and tried giving invisi!Harold some love. Hagrid, then, noticed Fang's strange behavior and the mostly invisible figure of Harold. And although Hagrid has been offering Harold food and just generally trying to take care of him, Harold seems to be beyond it.

After a couple'a days Harold wandered, very cautiously, back toward The Residence. When he finds it pretty much the same as when he left it, his fear lessens somewhat and he goes into the lobby. He starts to go upstairs to Piper and Jor-El's room but..something warns him against that. And although Piper told him to stay with Amanda.. He's just not sure what to do. So he goes and hides behind the sofa, just like he had so many times with Piper after he arrived. She'd read and he'd hide.

He doesn't mind staying there. It is actually kind of comfortable. Especially after he steals a couple pillows and brings it behind the couch with him..