No Escape Island

WHO: Gabriel Gray [formula future] & Noah [Gray] Kenley
WHAT: Gabriel is confused about what Noah's dreams could possibly mean.
WHERE: Noah's Room
WHEN: After Gabriel's arrival
RATING: PG
STATUS: In Progress

( Gabriel wasn't really sure what this could have possibly meant, but even with him struggling to reign in his ability, his natural curiosity couldn't be denied. )

WHO: Owen Harper & Veronica Mars.
WHAT: Someone is ill. Owen is a doctor. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure this one out.
WHERE: Veronica's room
WHEN: After this
RATING: PG
STATUS: COMPLETE

Owen wasn't sure what to make of this place yet, and he was even less sure what to make of the fact that he was now alive. It had been odd, arriving on the island and slipping into consciousness just as he felt all of his organs slowly start working again. His lungs had been the first that he'd realized where working as it became ultimately clear not more than a few seconds after he had opened his eyes that the burning in his chest that hadn't been present for so long had returned, and he had to take a rather large gulp of air in order to alleviate himself of the pain. Pain was another thing that he had realized was present when he'd tried to get up by pushing himself off of his bad hand. His heart beat had been the third, and he was slowly tallying things which he had become used to not having to do back onto the list of his daily schedule.

Even as that had confused him, his instincts were still the same. When he had seen a post on the boards asking if anyone else felt ill, he couldn't just ignore it when he could have do something to help. And that was why he was letting himself into a perfect stranger's room right now, looking over at the young blond (she couldn't have been much older than eighteen, if that) and offered her a slight smile.

"So... Exactly what's the issue?"

Who: Lord Voldemort, The Joker
What: Look! He's...well...petrified!
Where: Joker's room
When: Now
Ratings: Nothing major. PG 13.
Status: CLOSED.

Voldemort needed to set his plan in motion. After his dark mark was in the sky and then collided with something else that shook the island, he was sure he would get in quickly without being noticed. He swiftly entered the complex, making himself invisible as he went inside with a silent spell. Dumbledore had taught him that trick. He avoided being felt on the way to the rooms, listening to the thoughts of those in each room. He found the room he was looking for, knocked, and then went to his animagi form of a snake-like creature, also known as a basilisk.

The Joker, not expecting a knock at his door, (after all, who would WANT to talk to him?) opened it, and looked down at the 12 foot black what-he-thought-was-a-snake with bright yellow eyes. That was the last thing he remembered. Eyes.

Voldemort had been successful. He looked around and no one was near. He went back to his human form, ruffed himself up by ripping his robes, tousling his hair, and taking some of the clowns make-up and rubbing it on his face and robes to make it look like they struggled. He pushed the clown over on the floor, and with drew his wand. He started screaming bloody murder like he was being attacked, and then threw himself on the ground, backing away from the petrified body of the clown and had his wand pointed at him.

"Somebody help me!" He yelled and then backed himself into a corner and pretended to be out of breath. Now he was waiting for someone to come along.

Who: Lord Voldemort, OPEN
What: The make-believe fight
When: After his mock fight with the Joker
Where: Complex halls
Ratings: Who knows? TBD.
Status: In progress

Lord Voldemort panted like he and the Joker struggled. He waited patiently for someone who would come to his aid and discover Lord Voldemort and his 'self-defense.'