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Characters: Jack Harkness, Ianto Jones
Rating: R for their opening position; probably less later on
Trigger Warnings: None so far
Location: Cottage 3W, Wonunican Valley
Day and Time: Wednesday 22 June, c. 9.00 am
Status: Open to anyone who wants to knock on their door, or join them once they've made it outside.

Jack woke slowly from a deep sleep, with Ianto in his arms, spooned in front of him. A very nice way to wake up. He’d moaned appreciatively and gently thrust his morning hard-on against Ianto’s gorgeous ass before he realised he didn’t remember going to bed with Ianto the night before.

Then he realised that the bed and the sheets didn’t feel like either his own bed or Ianto’s, and he opened his eyes with some trepidation, his heart beating fast against Ianto’s back.

They were in a room he’d never seen before. A dinky little room, with whitewashed walls and shutters at the window through which was shining bright morning sunlight. Ground floor, from the angle of it. The furniture looked like antique oak and the bedspread was a calm blue. A vase of red roses stood on the chest of drawers and through the open shutters he could see more roses framing the window.

Jack frowned, his heart beating even faster, and began to rub his hand up and down Ianto’s arm to wake him up. “Ianto, wake up,” he whispered. “Something's happened.”

Characters: Davesprite, Aradia Megido
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Trigger Warnings: None
Location: 4th floor of the apartment building, Wonunican Valley
Day and Time: Wed. 22 June, around 6:30 AM
Status: Complete


Davesprite blinked blearily as he slowly came awake, pushing his bangs back from his face and rubbing his eyes. He warbled unhappily, wishing that his bird-brain didn't always wake him up before his teenager-brain was anywhere close to wakefulness. Burrowing out of his tangled nest of blankets, he groped around in the direction of his bedside table for his shades...however, the table was nowhere to be found.

Frowning and sitting up, Davesprite glanced around the room, instantly coming fully awake as he realized this was most definitely not the room he'd gone to sleep in. Grabbing his shades off a nearby table and putting them on, he floated around the room, taking in his new surroundings. It looked...sort of like his old room, the room he'd had back when he lived with Bro. But it was bigger, and there was a doorway leading to a bathroom, and a kitchenette or something in the corner. Davesprite narrowed his eyes, feeling uneasy, and wondering if Aradia and Ramie and everyone else had new rooms too...

Wait.

He flew over to an open window, his eyes widening when he saw what was outside. The castle and the forest surrounding it was gone, replaced by a view of a small town surrounded by impossibly tall mountains. He darted out the window, which was big enough for him to pass through with relative ease, and just floated there, trying to get over his surprise and unease.

Shit. Where the hell was he this time?

Characters: Eric Northman, Harmony
Rating: PG-13, Bossiness
Trigger Warnings: none, yet.
Location: Eric's house, 4W
Day and Time: Wed, 22nd. Sundown, after this call
Status: Finished

Eric was alive. Well, technically he was undead. But he had a serious sun allergy. Read: Fatal. And yet, he had woken up only minutes before in a bed, in a bedroom that had windows. Windows that weren't covered by much more than frilly white curtains. How was he not dead... again?

Harmony had left a video call in the morning, many many hours prior, which meant he could have been exposed to the sun for the whole day. And yet... he felt his face, his shoulders, his arms. No, he was fine, nothing hurt, nothing was burnt. He didn't bother trying to figure out the trajectory of the windows to the bed, but he did go back into the bedroom, upstairs, and peer out of the windows to see what he could see.

Mountains. He could see incredibly tall mountains, and... not much else. Some grass, some trees, but mostly mountains. Which, considering the direction of this house... West? Is that what the W stood for? Meant that the mountains would hide the sun for the majority of the morning, leaving him unscathed. Which would explain the 'not dead again' thing.

Still, any exposure to sunlight was terrifying, so he wasn't going to let that go for much longer. Then again, he had no idea where he was, or how to get supplies, and the curtains on his windows were a joke. He scowled at them. He had left the door to his house open, well, unlocked, and was considering very strongly burrowing underground. Literally, clawing himself a ditch, and burying himself in it. As much as he hated the idea, it was a survival mechanism he could employ. Even if it was so old fashioned, it made him feel the years. He hadn't burrowed for years. What a nightmare.

Hopefully, on the way over, Harmony would get a better look at the area and have some ideas what they could do to remedy this situation. At least he still had a right hand gal, sort of. If he had come to this place totally alone, again, there would have been hell to pay. At least, if he had any say in the matter.

He was getting pretty tired of the fickle people who had taken him hostage. Pretty damn tired, indeed.

Characters: Ton Phanan, Martha Jones
Rating: PG
Trigger Warnings: None
Location: Paco and Awanata doctors office apartments
Day and Time: Weds. June 22, 8:30 AM
Status: PM to join

Most people might have felt self-conscious sleeping snuggled up with a fluffy toy Ewok, but Phanan was so far from most people the comparison hardly even mattered. The point was he was an adult and he was sleeping with a stuffed animal and there was nothing anyone could do to change his mind.

His glowing electronic eye never shut off even when he closed the organic one but he had more or less gotten used to sleeping with it open. As he floated towards wakefulness it took him a moment or two to notice that something unusual was going on with his surroundings but the second he did he sat bolt upright, looking around him and trying to figure out if this was a situation that required lots of explosions and gunfire or if it was all an elaborate prank.

He swung his legs off the side of the bed, the organic foot feeling the cool smoothness of the hardwood floor beneath him even if the metallic, robotic one did now. (It always looked a little out of place peeking out under the hem of perfectly normal looking cotton pajama pants.) The room was undoubtedly not the one he had been in before.

Grabbing the nearest weapon (the Ewok) he headed to the door and stuck his head out into the hallway. "Hello? Anyone evil out there?"

Characters: Saetan SaDiablo, Daemon SaDiablo
Rating: PG-13 R FOR TEH SEX
Trigger Warnings: More or less canon incest
Location: Apartment 105
Day and Time: June 22, after sunset
Status: PM to join

( Hell's Fire, where were they? )