Out of Time Roleplay Community

Characters: Wade Wilson and Eric Northman
Rating: Uh. PG-13 for language, maybe?
Trigger Warnings: None as of now
Location: Cottage 4W
Day and Time: Sunday evening, 26 June
Status: Closed

It was a dark and stormy night, and all through the house, not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

...Just kidding. Wade didn't have a house, he had a twelfth-floor apartment in a nasty part of New York. At least, he was pretty sure that's where he lived. Which was why he was very confused to be falling through a roof into the middle of someone else's bedroom, landing right in the middle of the bed frame. No bed, just the frame. He thought it was odd, and then he didn't think at all because unconsciousness reigned supreme.

An hour later, he came to and rubbed his head as he pushed himself to his feet. Probably be a nice place, if it weren't so naked. Your mom'd be a nice place, if she weren't so naked. "Shut up. Trying to walk."

He shook his head and made his way around the place until he found himself in the kitchen. Refrigerator? Oh, what was that bottle of red stuff? Condiments or booze and he wasn't sure which -- there was no label -- so clearly the thing to do was taste it.

"Oh, that's horrible! Gross!" Probably expired, but he didn't know.

Further exploration showed the place to be empty. Well, that worked fine. He starfished out on the couch, staring at the ceiling. No clue where he was, but hey, he was almost getting used to that.

Characters: Daemon Sadi and Jack Harkness
Rating: PG or PG-13 at the highest. I think.
Trigger Warnings: N/A
Location: Diner
Day and time: Friday, 24 June, noon-ish
Status: Closed

For the record, nine in the morning was too early for anyone to be contacting a man who didn't sleep until seven. Daemon would go so far as to call it cruel and unusual punishment, but hey. Whatever. It was eleven, he'd slept a grand total of four hours, and it was time to face the day. Damn.

An hour later, he was showered and dressed in his usual black slacks, and white silk shirt, but it was one of his father's sweaters that he wore over it. Overly shiny black shoes and his Jewels completed the outfit. He was protected. It would have to suffice. He wrote a quick note for Saetan, though he doubted it would be necessary, and made his way to the diner. Jack had promised coffee, after all...

Characters: Mal and Jack
Rating: PG-13 for swearing
Trigger Warnings: As of yet, none
Location: Town Square
Day and Time: June 22, afternoon/evening
Status: PM to join

Mal was not a happy camper. He'd fallen asleep happy. His ship was fixed. His crew was back. They had all promised to be there when he woke up.

He had passed out again. But that was OK. Everyone would be there... except when he woke up, they weren't. He'd stretched in teh luxurious bed and realized it was too soft for the table in sickbay or even his bunk.

Slowly opening one eye, Mal had discovered he was definitely not on his ship anymore. Still injured... there were bandages on his arm and at his belly but he wasn't... home.

Mal had reached for his gun, finding the welcome packet containing the piece of plastic that apparently had money on it ($100! Holy Buddha!), the letter signed by some mysterious Ike, and the phone. All of it crude technology.

He found his clothes next and dressed quickly. Then he left the room, happy to see the door was unlocked. Mal made his way down the stairs, exploring the town silently in the shadows when the infernal phone started talking and there was a man on the other line named Jack who seemed to know more about Mal than Mal did about him. And now they were to meet in the town square.

Characters: Doctor
Rating: pg-13
Trigger Warnings: None at the moment
Location: His cabin then Town
Day and Time: June 22nd, Morning to afternoon his cabin, afternoon into the evening in town.
Status: Open To All, Multiple threads welcomed.

The Doctor mumbled faintly nuzzling into his pillow with a sigh. "No Romana...can't go..there." He mumbled some more and rolled, smacking his hand on the nightstand hard enough to jerk him awake. He laid there blinking, before frowning. He sniffed lightly before taking a deep breath through his mouth and sitting up. "Noooo. Can't be." He looked around taking everything in. "It can be!" He pounced up out of the bed, unheeding of his state of undress and pulled open the curtains to let in day light and to look out. He let out a joyous laugh. "This is wonderful!" He turned back to his room. "Oh look at you... You really had my tastes in mind in here." He went to the closet and grinned, dressing swiftly. He spent a while exploring his new home till Martha called then made his swift way into town.

He grinned brightly and upon reaching the square didn't a little spin. "This is fantastic!" He laughed before taking off to explore more fully.

((Time and place is open~ Just let me know in the subject line <3 ))

Characters: Derreck and John
Rating: R (will update if it changes)
Trigger Warnings: possibly sex
Location: Their cabin, if they go else where I'll update.
Day and Time: June 22nd, 8 or 9 am?
Status: Closed

Derreck winced as his arm twinged and he wiggled back further into John's hold, mumbling happily as he settled. He took a deep breath in, preparing to fall back asleep when something about the scent made him frown. Sure there was that herbal scent that always permeated the air, the alluring pheromones of John that seem to cling to the bed covers and his skin, and the under tones of antiseptic but there was something more.

He opened his eyes, staring at the picture of him with Dev just after she graduated high school that shared frame space with a picture of John grinning wickedly up at the camera. The feline man lifted his head and truly took in his surrounding. "John." He called turning some. "John...Lover..wake up."