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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|04:39 am] |
Who: Rose Tyler, OPEN
When: Day 27, late afternoon
What: Arrival
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Status: Complete
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[Jan. 3rd, 2009|12:18 am] |
-Who: Alphonse and Tonks!
-What: Alchemist meets witch
-When: Day 27, late morning
-Where: Around the alpine slide
-Status: Complete - Dropped
-Rating: Eeeeer, PG, PG-13-ish?
( Al was stuck in another world... again. ) |
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[Jan. 2nd, 2009|10:05 pm] |
Who: Gwen Cooper and Jack Harkness (and whoever wants to play greeter)
When: Day 27
What: A Simple Rift Gift Chase?
Rating: PG-13 to be safe
Status: Complete
( A Simple Chase? ) |
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| Day Twenty Seven |
[Jan. 2nd, 2009|10:49 pm] |
Who: The Doctor ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) fromgallifrey and Andy brain_ninja
When: Day 27, morning
What: Doctor arrives to an infinite level of being perplexed
Where: The TARDIS is plopped at the foot of the ski-lift
Rating: PG, I suppose
Status: Complete
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[Oct. 25th, 2008|01:14 am] |
Who: Corran Horn and OTA
When: Middle of the day, day 20
Where: Outside
What: Corran arrives inside his X-wing with baby and droid in tow!
Rating: PG
Status: Complete
( I don't think we're on Coruscant anymore... ) |
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[Oct. 22nd, 2008|09:41 am] |
Who: Juniper and Legolas When: Day 19, early afternoon Where: Near the plaque What: Juniper's arrival Rating: TBA Status: Incomplete ( If someday I wander...far away ) |
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| Niki from five years in her future arrives |
[Oct. 17th, 2008|09:20 pm] |
Who: five years gone! Niki Sanders and OTA
When: Day 19
Where: Somewhere on the grounds
Status: COMPLETE
Rating: PG-13 for course language.
Niki was sitting in front of the bar, drinking one too many whiskeys as it where. She was angry with Peter, he killed Micah, it was him. He left her, angry and alone. She found solace in alcohol, something she had been finding lots of solace in, AA be damned. She watched as her tumbler hit the television and slid down, coating the t.v., wall and rug. Nathan, a man she knew biblically, was also now the president of the United States and saying something rather important was lost on Niki as she fell into a drunken stupor. She woke up hours later, in a place she didn't readily recognize as her bar, with Peter. She was not sure if she might have crawled into their apartment and just landed wherever she landed? She woke up with a major start when she noticed that she was alone, no Peter and no idea where she was?
( Read more... ) |
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[Oct. 17th, 2008|12:09 pm] |
Who: Gwen Cooper (Jack or Ianto if possible, otherwise open)
What: Being Redropped
When: Mid-morning
Where: Somewhere outside
Rating: PG-13 (Gwen might curse)
Status: Complete
It had been a routine run to check the sewers for weevils when it happened, Gwen had taken a crash landing into some water when she realized this was not the Cardiff sewers. She quickly made sure everything was still there or not broken (from her knapsack with extra weevil spray to her wedding ring on a chain around her neck). "Something is strange and for once the Rift is not a factor" as she slung the bag over one arm and went to nosy around. That was when she sneezed, nothing was wrong but something had to be. She had been hiding her raw emotions from everyone beyond Rhys, her husband. "Where is Jack and Ianto when I need them?" she muses under her breath.
So for now she just nosed around, looking for anything or anyone from her world. Part of her was more worried about Jack and Ianto after the recent loss of both Owen and Tosh, still a very rough subject for her. Outside of a quick sneeze or two and the semi dazed expression on her face Gwen was in one piece, but Jack and Ianto could see what she kept hidden from the world. Plus she has no idea of the recent kidnapping and one of the targets also being her friend. |
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[Oct. 16th, 2008|09:50 pm] |
Who: Ginny Weasley, Tonks, Fred & George and anyone else who wants to join
When: day 18 afternoon
What: Ginny arrives
Where: Indoor Pool
Rating: probably PG-13
Status: incomplete
( arriving ) |
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| Day 14 |
[Sep. 9th, 2008|09:44 pm] |
Who: Mal and OTA
Where: Approaching the resort
When: Late afternoon/ into evening
What: Arrival
Rating? TBD
Status? Incomplete
"What the...." Malcolm sat up and looked around groggy and lazy eyed. " Zoe?" He looked around trying to figure out just where he was and how he got there. After a pause and no answer from his first mate he stood and rubbed his face in his hands and looked about again as if his situation would have changed, but things remained the same.. no crew, no friends... no ship. "Where the rutten hell is my goram ship!" he exclaimed. As the seconds passed away Mal was finding himself more and more agitated and worried. He tried to rethink what had transpired through the last few days that might have led him here, but all he could come up with was that he had finished a shipping job with the crew and was enroute to their next setup. He had climbed down into his bunk for a few hours of sleep, and now... here he was.
He looked around again, but still nothing discernible could be seen. It was all just, empty land with no landmarks or any notable terrain. Heat mirage shimmered on the horizon but even it screamed of nothingness. Mal stroked his chin in thought, weighing his situation. No ship, no crew, no supplies, he reached down and felt at his side.... no weapon. His holster was empty. Now he was really unnerved... to have no weapon meant it was taken from him. So who took it... same person that dumped him here no doubt. What had they done with his crew and his ship. He snarled at the thought and whipped around again, hoping to see something, anything but it remained the same dismal lack all around him. At least he wasn't locked up or being tortured again.... yet at least.
He was dumped here for a reason, and having been left with nothing but his clothes Mal could only assume it wasn't to flourish. As he stood there and evaluated his situation the shimmering horizon parted before him and slowly revealed a..... a resort? He looked about again and back to the image but it remained. He immediately checked himself... no lump on the head; sweating, so he wasn't dehydrated yet, didn't feel drugged, pulse and breathe seemed normal enough so he wouldn't guess to be so bad off as to hallucinate yet. But watching a resort materialize before him where there had been an empty expanse previously seemed to suggest otherwise. A confused grunt was all he could manage. Seemed a most inviting place, then again they always did right? Games that your mind, or others played on you. Never heard about people be lured into a trap with sparkling images of a prison. Still, what had he to lose? Where he stood there was nothing, nor was there in any other direction. Part of him screamed to go the exact other direction... but who said that was the right choice either. What if he really needed to be heading off some other random direction? No, there was one choice shown to him for some reason... and he was damn sure going to find out why that was and where his ship and crew were.
So he started hiking towards the image of paradise. He looked up to the sky and groaned. The sun was starting to drop and he had a long ways to go. At least it would start cooling off... but Mal worried about just how cool it would drop. He picked up his pace since the falling sun didn't slacken it's downward arc, as it set the heat mirage faded and confirmed that Mal had chosen well. He could see nothing save the resort in any direction. "What the hell is going on here?" He muttered to himself. |
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| Day Fourteen |
[Sep. 9th, 2008|07:42 am] |
Who: Armand and Toph
Where: Along the beach, to start.
When: After dark
What: Armand arrives
Rating? This could be a PG-13 for descriptions of burning alive.
Status? Complete
( Where had his sacrifice taken him? ) |
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