Gateway RPG-A Multi-Fandom Game

Who: Peighton and Open
Where: Her cafe
What: Opening
When: Afternoon
Rating: TBD


Peighton was nervous, something that she usually overcame well, but this time it was different, everything was riding on this going well which caused her nerves to rise. Walking around the cafe, franticly checking every last thing, the only thing Peighton could really focus on was that she had tossed every spare dime she had into starting this place and her worst fear, thank god Barabas wasn't here to play on that, was that it would fail and be destitute forever...destitute and a freak out of her time, a nightmare indeed.

It did help that she had Hermione there to keep her calm, but even knowing that she had someone there to take some of the slack off of running things it didn't make anything easier as they at the moment, along with one server, were running the place. Peighton just hopped, if anything, that the cafe would be a success, being homeless didn't suit her at all.

Who: Yuri Hyuga and Open
Place/Time: the gym, Thursday mid-day
Rating:PG - PG13 depending on language

Yuri's bear fists hit the heavy bad repeatedly, his body felt like it had a kink it needed to work out. Though the building was strange and this whole situation was strange, but then again he had beat up god. Though something still bothered him a bit he wasn't able to fuse like he use to all of his other forms felt distant, even Amon and Seraphic Radiance. The chains continually rattled as Yuri's punches connected until one punch hit but slipped forcing his arms to cross uncomfortably. The bag was already swinging back before Yuri could to anything to block it and the sand in the bottom hit him squarely in the gut.

Who: Abby Sciuto and Open
Place/Time: Walking home from lunch on Sunday afternoon. Can be anywhere, really.
Rating: PG for now

Abby was walking home. She got lunch and read a book while eating. Books were a lot harder to come by from what she'd heard, but there was still a big library in town. They had been catering to the Returnees quite a lot and she, for one, appreciated it.  She had a pair of headphones in and a music player that was mostly in the headphones. Her arms were holding her bag.

Her mind was wondering. She was thinking about what had happened between her and McGee the other night. Something had changed between them. This event had caused the rubberband to snap. She was worried, but happy. She hadn't told anyone yet and it was driving her a little crazy. She would have to go to the director or Jenny. She didn't know many other people here yet.

Who: Merton Dingle and Open to All
Place/Time: Sunday Afternoon, outside of the apartment buildings
Rating: PG for now

Merton stood with a camera, taking pictures around the yard. It was his way of investigating the world and trying to keep his mind from going over the fact that he was completely alone. He'd been out there for a good our before sitting down near one of the trees to take a break.

Who: Hestia Jones and Open to Anyone
When: Thursday, April 2.
Where: Coffee shop
Rating: PG

Hestia stood at he counter, grabbing her coffee from the barista . She still wasn't used to looking at herself in the mirror. She was supposed to be in her late 30s, not 21. She couldn't explain it and nobody else could either.

She sat down at a table and poured cream into her coffee. She'd been living off the caffeine. She usually preferred tea, but it had more of it.

Who: Hermione Granger and Open to All
When: Thursday, April 2.
Where: Library two blocks from the apartment buildings.
Rating: PG for now.

Hermione sat in the library, absorbing everything she could about what had happened to the world since she had been gone. She'd honestly been in the library a majority of the time since they had been released from quarantine. There were presidents, new inventions, a few wars. She couldn't find out anything about the wizarding world though. They were all a secret. She was desperate to know about it though. She didn't know anyone who was still alive. Maybe a few of her school friends would be, but she didn't even have access to an Owl and she found out she couldn't apparate more than a few feet.

She opened a new book - Most influential people of the 21st century- and began reading.

Who: Bridgette Dubois and Open to Anyone
When: Friday (Tomorrow) the 3rd of April.
Where: Sidewalk in front of Apartment building 2.
Rating: PG

Bridgette stood outside of the apartment building, just staring up at it. She was a medium. Not that anyone here knew that yet. They'd find out soon. Her mom was a rather famous one in Phoenix before she was taken. If someone dug that far back in her history, they'd find out about her mom and eventually make the connection.

Quarantine was almost too much for her. It was an old mental hospital and the spirits that lingered there, drove her nearly insane. She begged the nurses for some sort of headphone so she could drown them out. Eventually, they'd complied, but not before they were pretty sure she was crazy herself.

She drew her orange plaid coat around her tighter, as it was still a little chilly. This was her new home. She was alone. That had never happened to her before.

She turned around to walk to the store that was just a few blocks down.

Who: Chris Knight and Open to Anyone
When: March 28
Where: Park between the two apartment buildings
Rating: I'm guessing PG.

Chris sat with a history book in his hands, laying down on a park bench. It's all he had been doing since they left Quarantine. He didn't know anyone. He was taken from the 1980s. Everyone he could have even began to think of to contact would be long since dead by now.

He closed it, frustratingly. So much had happened, so much had changed, that even he couldn't get his head wrapped all the way around it. He was the science genius. He suddenly missed Mitch and wondered if they could figure this out together if he were here. Without anything to test, Chris felt lost.

Who: Jenny and Open to NCIS people and others
When: After Quarantine, Thursday.
Where: Her new office inside the Cole Center
Rating: PG


Jenny massaged her temples to try and relieve the pain, then popped yet another aspirin as she proceeded to flip through yet another dossier on her desk, shadowed by the seeming mountain of dossiers she had placed on the table behind her. She'd been going through these dossiers for days after her meeting. She wanted to know these people. These people who, in a very short amount of time, she would be working with. These people who might become her friends and family.
And some of whom she might have to capture or kill, or send to their deaths...
No. She couldn't focus on those things now. She needed to stay focused on the task at hand.
Her head still buzzed with the voices in her head. That hadn't gone away. Though they had given her a shot that seemed to help, somewhat. At least now she could filter it down to only a few voices (including her own) at a time, even if she still hadn't figured out how to completely filter them all out.
Of the seeming chaos of paper and metal clips around her, a neat stack was positioned on the right hand side of her desk. These were the files of people who fit the profile of someone she wanted in special operations, people with previous experience in law enforcement, or people with a certain psychological profile
Or people she knew from her own experience she could trust.
She’d start with her old team.
Yes, that seemed like a good place to start.